Big Fish, Small Pond
by Ric Plamondon -
Back in the 90’s, the Treehouse was the place that was always jumping. I would deliver my usual shy, reserved performance at a gig and get to meet what felt like half of Simi Valley in one night. As a result of this local notoriety, I would get approached by “fans” when I was out and about on a fairly regular basis. I used to tell Dan that I kinda liked being a big fish in a small pond. (That was how I thought of my newfound recognition)
One day I was driving home on Royal Avenue with the radio blasting. I was cruising along at a pretty good clip over by the little league fields, easily 15 mph over the speed limit. I saw a Simi police officer coming the other direction and shot a look at my speedometer and realized I was hauling ass in an area that could be heavy with kid population. I pulled over.
Sure enough, the cop flipped a u-turn and pulled in behind me with lights a-flashin’. The officer approached my vehicle and said, ”I suppose you’re wondering why YOU pulled YOU over.” I explained that when I spotted him I realized that I was being a bit reckless in a residential area and deserved a ticket for being stupid.
He took my license and registration and went back to his vehicle. When he returned, ticket book in hand, he looked me in the face for a couple of seconds…. it was like a lightbulb clicked on in his head. His face lit up and he started grinning and said, ”Hey! Are you that singer from the Treehouse who jumps on the tables and runs across the bar?”
I laughed and told him, ”Yup. I’m that guy.”
He laughed and told me how much fun he and his girl had at our last show. He regaled me with stories of stuff I had done that I didn’t even remember doing. (Free drinks for the band.) After a short conversation, he put away his ticket book and told me to slow down. Shook my hand, and said, ”I’ll see you at the Tree next time you play. You guys are great!”