THE BLUE REVISION + DEVILCAKE + TOM FOOLERY & THE MISTAKES + THE FIASCOS
Bernie's
Monday December 30, 2002

Devilcake's first appearance at Bernie's in about 9 years, and the first ever with the current super-lineup. The evening got off to a scary start when Gourley slid down the stairs on his back into Bernie's. And then it got worse with the OSU campus lunatics, alcoholics, multiple-personality-disorder sufferers, Evil Dead 2 extras, backup dancers in Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video all milling around an otherwise empty Bernie's, dancing to ungodly LOUD country "music," clawing their way around like cave dancers encircling a bonfire. And yours truly kept making accidental eye contact with them. Highly not advisable. I finally took my glasses off, I thought they were going to start thinking I wanted a conversation or some advice from them.

And that's what we get for getting there so gott-damn early. Who ever knows with these things what time is appropriate for a band to show up? Back in the Apollo's days we'd roll up at 10:30pm, hang out for an hour, rock for another hour and then go home and watch a movie.

Then in the Midgard Comics days we'd show up at 6pm and be finished and back home by 8pm. So who really knows.

And we were all there stupidly early. MCB and I wandered over to UDF for H20 (and a new Guitar magazine for me) and we were still up to our eyeballs in time. Hmph.

The other bands all made a mass convergence at 9pm and it was quickly determined that Devilcake was going on 3rd or 4th, which did not bode well - some of us only had babysitters till midnight! So in the end we went on 2nd and played a compact little set and got the hell out like ninjas.

The Blue Revision went on first and let rip with some extremely modern and cool indie-rock activity with noodly bass, Joy Division drumming, early U2 guitar and swish synths that sounded more like jets landing and taking off than a uh... church organ or whatever. Three of the four guys sang and the songs were cool. Like Pavement but not annoying. I thought they were very good, I'd like to hear more of their stuff.

It seemed like we set up pretty quickly - too quickly in my case. I should've been on the other side of the stage near the mic, rather than running my shit back in the corner behind Steve. Darrin even got his drums set up pretty quickly (with a brilliant assist by me on setting up hardware) and pretty soon it was TIME TO MAKE THE DONUTS.

Nancy opted out of singing Marshmallow, so we skipped the ghoulish intro and just ran into the song like we useta. At the time I would've preferred to open with a faster song, but in retrospect Marshmallow was perfect, it helped to set the pace and let us sort of establish a groove before we all started spinning our wheels as fast as they would go. Plus that's what we get for not even pretending to make a setlist up beforehand.

And usually I would've preferred to dim the stage lights but I don't think it affected us/me like it did at Little Bros or Midgard. There's something about the lights being too bright onstage that totally kills the mood to me. We don't need to play in the pitch-dark, but if it's too bright it's like we're not even on a stage. I don't know. But it actually wasn't too bad at Bernie's. That low-ass ceiling worked for and against us simultaneously. I couldn't play my bass into the mic at the end of Marshmallow due to the low clearance. But I did it anyway and just tried not to poke the rafters with my headstock (ooer).

By the second chorus of Marshmallow I was physically wrecked. Yet again I forgot to take anything to blow my nose into. The heat onstage mixed with me yelling at the top of my lungs was the perfect combination to free all the snot in my head at once. Which is fantastic when there's nowhere to put it. Then we dove into Wienermobile and let it run amok. Between songs it was kinda like "uh, okay... what do we play now?" Eventually somebody (Kyle from Tom Foolery probably) started yelling out song titles and we happily obliged like a food-metal jukebox. Except Deez Nuts, which we somehow escaped playing.

Sometimes people yell out titles of songs we don't play anymore and that's a little awkward for us because I like to be accomodating, especially when people go to the trouble of learning something about Devilcake. And I want to encourage people to have their own favorite Devilcake songs and to participate in the show in general. But when people yell uh... insert embarassing song title here ... it's just kinda uncomfortable. So it was fortunate that we knew how to play all the songs yelled out, even if we didn't play all of them. We could have. But we didn't.

Todd was rock-solid and my man REPRESENTED with the Keyz O Death. Oh, if you people only knew how it warms my heart to see that cheesy, red, $30 (original retail price), guitar-strap-having keyboard being assailed and tickled by Todd in the heat of battle. I like the Keyz O because, among other things, Todd can step up to the mic on things like Pie Hair Pie and Fribble and whatever else. That's what I'm talking about. He can take the reins and throw down the historically-accurate intro to Pie Hair Pie. Plus it just looks cool.

What's surprising about last night's set is that we literally haven't played together since the box set release party in August. No practices, no nothing. (You can't count 4 of us getting together on Sunday with me playing drums and Darrin playing bass either.) And shockingly enough, there were no trainwrecks, there were no missed cues, there were no flubs or broken anything.

Steve's new xmas pedal was sounding damn fine on his Hands Off My Oreos break. Gourley's intro to Hands Off was classic: "This is a song about keeping your hands off my Oreos. It's called Hands Off My Oreos." Pure Gourley.

Speaking of Gourley - perhaps inspired by his ass-tumble down the stairs, he was rolling around on the stage floor before we even started the first song. Talk about getting into character, dude was just BRINGING IT. There will never be another frontman for Devilcake. He is the essence of all that is Devilcake. Without him we're just five (or six or four) nerds with a fetish for classic metal and extremely retarded lyrics about food.

Pizza Party was a hell of a lot of fun. If I had known it was going to be so fun to play I would've extended the intro and the breakdown. I think any time you can get people to clap over their heads in time to your music, it's a victory. If it's on a Rock And Roll Monday Night, so the better. I'd like to get to the point where lots of people know our songs so they can sing along and act the fool too. Even if they've never heard us before, it's fun to try to make people yell I Want A Big Mac with us.

We barrelled through the set and didn't linger too long on the stage, hopefully. We kept it short and somebody said we could have easily played for another 45 minutes and people would've liked it. Which, even if that's not entirely true, I appreciate the fact that people weren't flipping us off and pelting us with coins and chanting for GWAR while we played. I don't take audience reactions for granted and it's extremely kick-ass when people enjoy themselves.

though there's no set list around to remind me, I'm pretty sure we played

Marshmallow
Wienermobile
Pie Hair Pie
I Want A Big Mac
Pizza Party
Hands Off My Oreos
Fribble