Red Jacket Mine played the first-ever show at Seattle’s Hard Rock Cafe on Tuesday, March 9. Their Tuesday-night residency (8 p.m.) continues through the end of the month.Here’s a brief composite of several conversations I had with a friend before and after yesterday’s show at Hard Rock:Me: Hey, you wanna go see a show at the new Hard Rock Cafe tonight?Friend: What is this, 1989? They’re still opening Hard Rocks? They should be closing Hard Rocks in 2010. What’s next, Planet Hollywood next door?Me: Actually, um …After the show:Me: So, what’d you think of the place?Friend: I like it. It’s the kind of place a single guy could get laid every night of the week.There are three levels of the Hard Rock: The first floor boasts a bar, restaurant, and gift shop. The second is another bar overlooking Pike Street and the Market with room for about 500 people. With a few scattered tables in the room, and a cleared-off, empty dancefloor during the first of a month-long Tuesday night residency for Red Jacket Mine, the 100 or so paid customers made the room feel comfortably populated. Ah, yes, the third level is a rooftop deck. We got another peek last night. It wasn’t open, as it will be the last section of the still soft(ish) opened Hard Rock to be opened.The show room: Like the new Croc was when it first opened a year ago, the room’s glossy, sparkly, and could go for a little breaking in. Like the Triple Door, you can get table service, my favorite excuse to go the DDD. Hard Rock servers wander around refilling airport-sized (16 or 20 ounces) glasses of Manny’s. This is a very different space that either of the aforementioned rooms. It’s kind of a nightclub, it’s kind of a bar, it’s kind of a restaurant. It’s not a bad place to see a band play live, but it’s a completely different experience than seeing a band play, say, the Sunset.Red Jacket Mine: The set was solid, and the guys incorporated several elements into their show that I don’t see enough of: 1. Non-country pedal steel; 2. Guitar solos played with proficiency and not irony; 3. Tasteful, un-self-conscious, crowd-pleasing covers (Neil Young’s “Cinnamon Girl” and The Velvet Underground’s “White Light/White Heat.”).BTW: The show ended at 9:53 p.m. For a Tuesday night, that’s killer.