DFW Airport: On their way to yet another conference, the David Crowder Band found themselves in the airport, waging the never ending battle with delays, crowds, and the problems of taking the show on the road. This time, however, held some new surprises for the road weary band of troubadours: a chance to partake of the much sought after and luxurious American Airlines Admirals Club. Sources tell us that through an abundance of frequent flyer miles and an international mishap involving a ticket taker and an important e-mail, the Crowder's managed to become members of the Club meant for jet-set execs and the social elite.
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"Unbelievable," said bassist Mike Dodson. "Its a whole new world. It felt like I had stepped into a page of the IKEA catalogue. Did you get a good look at those table lamps?"
Band mates agreed that it was in fact like something out of a catalogue, or at the very least a moderately budgeted TV drama.
"The bathrooms are clean, and the coffee is free. Frankly, I'm speechless," guitarist Jason Solley said.
The surprises did not end there. All conversations were brought to a screeching halt as former presidential candidate and Viagra spokesman Bob Dole strolled through the club and took a nearby seat. Starstruck to the point of ignoring the secret servicemen that were no doubt on guard, violinist Mike Hogan agreed to be the one to break the ice.
"I was just sitting there, enjoying a plush recliner, talking on the phone to my girlfriend, and he winked and smiled as he walked by. How could I not say something to him?"
Upon risking giving Dole a heart attack from surprise, Hogan and the rest of the band accosted Dole, demanding by their mere presence and determined grins that he make conversation and pose for a picture. Dole seemed eager to get the job done, and had his more than capable assistant man the digital camera for a photo-op (see following).
Before parting ways, a moment of confusion was had when caretaker Toni Crowder told Dole that the band members had all voted for him, to which he responded "Well, we've got 'em outnumbered then."
Toni later noted, "I didn't really understand what he meant by that. Who do we have outnumbered? He is either a whole lot smarter than all of us, or there's something wrong upstairs, if you know what I mean."
To moderate regrets, drummer Jeremy Bush missed the festivities when he decided not to go to the club, and opted for a snack of fried cheese sticks at the airport Friday's instead.