Bernie's - Tuesday September 6th, 2005
VERBAL ABUSE - IN DEFIANCE - FANG - Devil Cake
I don't remember exactly the last time we played Bernie's. I think it might have been the New Years show with Tom Foolery. Or not. (I just checked... it was with Tom Foolery, but instead it was Wednesday, April 30, 2003) Anyhoo... who cares about that show.
I got to Bernie's around 8pm. I thought I was pushing it a bit for parking since it was to be an all ages show and supposedly we were the first band and were going on at 9pm. MCB and Gourley were there already. I got lucky and there was a space available. One of the real problems with playing at Bernie's. The parking sucks. And it's not their fault really. It's just campus.
So MCB, Gourley and I sat around and chatted about why Metallica sucks. Additionally, we watched as some 'painters' worked on a house behind the parking lot. They got into the house by crawling into an upstairs bedroom window. Hmmm.... Whatever. I looked and the place did indeed appear to be empty, so there ya go. We also watched the tow trucks from Shamrock pass by multiple times and attempt to tow the same car three times. Each time the guy who owned the car came out and said 'This is a Buckeye property and I work for Buckeye Painting'. Eventually, he just moved his car to the free lot that we were in... though he got stopped by the cops cause he drove 10 feet the wrong way down a one way alley to get the the spot. I think he had to explain that he literally was coming from the parking lot next door.
Anyways... soon it was 8:30pm and Ian and Steve still were nowhere to be found. Nor were the other bands. Nor was the guy from Bernie's who books the bands. Of course, I am freeing out. MCB punched me in the face and told me to chill out. Ok... so he didn't punch me in the face... but he did tell me to chill out. Around 8:45pm the booking guy showed up and said he had heard from the two touring bands and that they had just left wherever they were and that it would be a little while for them to get there. Around that time both Steve and Ian showed up. Everyone pitched in and helped carry my dumbass drums (complete with new bass drum head that I had broken at the previous practice) downstairs.
I set up. Everyone mulled around or tuned guitars. Ian remembered a few Kiss tunes on his bass. I forget which ones they were already. One was a Gene Simmons song. The other, if I remember was a song that Ace sang on. But all the names are escaping me right now.
Around 9:45, I asked Gourley what time it was. He said 'a quarter to ten. Were supposed to go on at 10'. Ok. About 5 minutes later the sound guy says to me, 'Let's get this thing going'. So I told Gourley 'Let's rock'.
We all took our places... and rocked. I don't remember much of it. We played and then it was over. I know I was a bit tired half the way through, for no apparent reason. I don't think I fucked up too much. A little, yes. Alot, no. I missed a few cymbal crashes and my double bass flams have seen better days. But in my defense, the floor around the drums had a few holes in it. Or something.
Steve taped the show. It will be interesting to watch that since I honestly don't have much recollection of it. I know that it wasn't horrible and that there were no real trainwrecks. It was DARK in there (a whopping 3 colored 60 watt bulbs and the lighting from the rest of the bar was all that there was... but it is very good for mood... it's nice and dark), so hopefully the video came out. Actually, it might not be a problem at all since, now that I kinda think about it, they left the house lights on. I think. Or maybe not. I dunno. STEVE, BRING A COPY OF THE GIG TO THE NEXT PRACTICE SO I CAN RELIVE THE EXPERIENCE SINCE I OBVIOUSLY WAS BRAIN DEAD.
All I know is that by 10:30pm, I was already on 315 and heading home. I had no interest in seeing the other bands, which is sad. Honestly, I don't think I was mentally at the gig. Or something. Words.
The set list was:
Pizza Party
Wienermobile
Salad Bar Man
Hands Off My Oreos
Burn Sandwich Burn
Red Pop
Cereal & Beer
Primavera Primadonna
Fribble
Sorry you weren't there. :-P
----fin----
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Monday, August 15, 2005
SON OF THE RETURN OF MORE UNNECESSARY DETAIL 3
Around dinnertime, MCB called to say he was too sick to go to the show. Too sick to rock. I couldn't remember what time we were due to converge at Ruby Tuesday's so I lingered uneasily at home until 8:30pm. I must've gotten there a little before 9. I saw Mark Ward at the bar, he of Ramsey and...drummer in my first band in high school, the Uncultured. Little piece of trivia for you. Darrin & Maryann were already making themselves at home. Gourley showed up, followed eventually by Steve & Rachel.
The first band set up slowly & did a quick soundcheck. Then began the truly interminable lingering. Holy hell. I'm still not sure how I held out. After 30-45 minutes, Phantodswent on. The guitar, bass and drums were locked in on some kind of Fantomas/Mr Bungle/King Crimson/bright-twang preset that, for me, destroyed as it created. They'd play a thrash thing into a doom riff off the back of this fucking clean guitar tone and then just slam to a halt. One of the songs had some truly insane, inspired syncopation that just blew me clean away. Personally, musically, emotionally, Fantods' set was devastating. And I haven't even mentioned the singer's voice & her two keyboards. The singing was intelligent & tuneful and somehow brought the melange of sounds & moods to a catchy, near-pop fore. Which is no easy feat. Their sound is unique. And, yes, I'm in love.
Ramsey went on at midnight & hogged the stage forever. They were nice guys but fucking hell. This pushed everything for us back even further...we went on around 1am! What is the point of that, I axe you. I mean, really.
I was dead tired before we even started and tried to make up for it by pushing myself harder. It was pretty terrible. We opened with a bunch of new songs which proved to be my undoing because oops I forgot how they went. It was shambolic and there was nothing to hide behind but shouting, belligerence and being infantile. I don't know if we ever got on track, musically. Steve was/is/always will be a professional, a rock, the beacon of calm confidence, a ROCK island in a sea of lame futility. The rest of us couldn't even remember the old songs most of the time. Our old songs. That we wrote. Yeesh. I got home around 2:30am, charred beyond recognition. And I have Steinberger shaped bruises around my torso.
The first band set up slowly & did a quick soundcheck. Then began the truly interminable lingering. Holy hell. I'm still not sure how I held out. After 30-45 minutes, Phantodswent on. The guitar, bass and drums were locked in on some kind of Fantomas/Mr Bungle/King Crimson/bright-twang preset that, for me, destroyed as it created. They'd play a thrash thing into a doom riff off the back of this fucking clean guitar tone and then just slam to a halt. One of the songs had some truly insane, inspired syncopation that just blew me clean away. Personally, musically, emotionally, Fantods' set was devastating. And I haven't even mentioned the singer's voice & her two keyboards. The singing was intelligent & tuneful and somehow brought the melange of sounds & moods to a catchy, near-pop fore. Which is no easy feat. Their sound is unique. And, yes, I'm in love.
Ramsey went on at midnight & hogged the stage forever. They were nice guys but fucking hell. This pushed everything for us back even further...we went on around 1am! What is the point of that, I axe you. I mean, really.
I was dead tired before we even started and tried to make up for it by pushing myself harder. It was pretty terrible. We opened with a bunch of new songs which proved to be my undoing because oops I forgot how they went. It was shambolic and there was nothing to hide behind but shouting, belligerence and being infantile. I don't know if we ever got on track, musically. Steve was/is/always will be a professional, a rock, the beacon of calm confidence, a ROCK island in a sea of lame futility. The rest of us couldn't even remember the old songs most of the time. Our old songs. That we wrote. Yeesh. I got home around 2:30am, charred beyond recognition. And I have Steinberger shaped bruises around my torso.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Pics from Ruby Tuesday 8-12-05
My wife Maryann brought along the digital camera. The lights were low, and in order to not look like we were playing in a basement, she didn't use flash much. That means all the photos will look like a painting by Salvador Dali. So, enjoy.
Here is a very nice poster someone had made up for the show.
Our name on the chalk boad at Ruby Tuesdays
This is me in my kick ass black Kiss Creatures bootleg T-shirt
Ian says "Metal."
Setting up my crap.
In order to play metal, I must be entranced by the underworld
Ian face says it all, "Why are you doing this to me?"
Ian is ready to rock with his cowboy hat and black cape!
We are Devilcake. And we rock. (this is my fave foto by the way)
Maryann spotted a Two-Headed Ian and quickly took a picture of it.
More rocking at Ruby Tuesday's
Steve shreading with his cowboy hat on
And now, Devilcake performs the world's best stage trick eva...
...Double-Headed Devilcake!!!
We rocked until 2am...
...and in a puff of red smoke, we were gone.
-fin-
Here is a very nice poster someone had made up for the show.
Our name on the chalk boad at Ruby Tuesdays
This is me in my kick ass black Kiss Creatures bootleg T-shirt
Ian says "Metal."
Setting up my crap.
In order to play metal, I must be entranced by the underworld
Ian face says it all, "Why are you doing this to me?"
Ian is ready to rock with his cowboy hat and black cape!
We are Devilcake. And we rock. (this is my fave foto by the way)
Maryann spotted a Two-Headed Ian and quickly took a picture of it.
More rocking at Ruby Tuesday's
Steve shreading with his cowboy hat on
And now, Devilcake performs the world's best stage trick eva...
...Double-Headed Devilcake!!!
We rocked until 2am...
...and in a puff of red smoke, we were gone.
-fin-
D's account for Ruby Tuesday 8-12-05
Ruby Tuesday's - Friday August 12th, 2005
THE PHANTODS - RAMSEY - DEVIL CAKE
The last time we played at Ruby Tuesdays it was my first gig with the band, way back on May 21st 2001. Wow. Not sure why my brain thought it was 2002, but so be it, it was 2001. I barely remember that gig at all now. I remember the excitement of doing my first sound check which is on a camcorder tape somewhere out there. I actually think I have the VHS copy of that show. How about that.
(if you want to get to the gig stuff, jump ahead like 10 paragraphs)
Anyways, this was Devil Cake's show tonight. We were headliners, which usually means we go on really really really late after being there for 6 hours. Tonight would be no exception, and I even left late by my standards. Maryann and I went to BW3s and had some awesome chicken fingers (since I've determined you get more bang for your buck by eating chicken fingers rather than boneless wings). It was good eating and we also played a little NTN trivia while we were at it. Very relaxing. No freaking out, just calm and will a belly full o chicken. Gots home around 7:30. I checked to make sure that the new hi-hat clutch would work (since my originally Yamaha was completely stripped). It did. Yay! That's one less thing I have to worry about. I also installed a new cymbal protector (it prevents keyholing) for Ian's old Sonor stand. That installed with a slight modification as well. Word. With all things in working order, I dismantled the drum kit and got it packed into the car. By 8:15pm, we were on the road.
By 8:40ish, we were driving around the block that Ruby Tuesdays was on. The parking for this place sucks worse than any other bar we have ever played at. They are basically right in the middle of a large area of campus apartments and they have no actual parking lot. (I've heard rumors of a parking lot behind Ruby Tuesdays, but all I saw in the alley was triple deep parking for the apartments). After the 3rd time around the block, I parked and was basically on the opposite end of the block (but still on Summit Ave) that Ruby Tuesdays was on, which was do able since it seemed to be a short block.
I was happy to see that there were actually people at the bar tonight. Seems that RTs was having a lil ol cookout. I did not partake of any said bbq though. So anyhoo, we went in looking around for some of the DC peeps. Mike Bill had mentioned that he would be showing up around that time, as did Ian. However, there were no peeps. I showed Maryann around the bar. It was a little bit cleaner than I remember. Course, then I showed her the basement. When we played there, part of the basement section was still open with a pool table. This was no longer, like due to health violations. And the bathrooms were atrocious. But it is a bar, what the fuck do you want? I picked up a couple of bottles of Miller Light and we sat in the room with the stage, which, while not quiet, was away from the rest of the inhabitants who were drinking away and playing pool.
Ian showed up right around 9pm. It was at this time he informed me that MCB would not be playing with us tonight. Seems he had been puking up his guts for nearly 24 hours. That sounds like fun. We sat around and chatted a bunch about anything that popped into our heads. I believe Gourley showed up next around 9:30 I think. He was helping move in gear for one of the other bands. I thought it was the Phantods, but wtf do I know. *shrug* So anyways, then Steve and Rachel showed up around 10pm. By this time we were worried that Steve wasn't going to show up and pondered how we would go over as an acoustic jazz trio. It actually sounded amusing enough to consider.
Around 10 or 10:15, The Phantods did their sound check. Yay! About this time I put in my ear plugs. After the last Little Brothers gig, where my ears rang or felt muffled for 2 days after, I decided that I needed to protect my hearing a bit better. I already have a little bit of tinitus (rrrriiiiiinnnggg) now, and if music is something that I really enjoy listening to, I need to do what I can to at least slow down the process of me going deaf.
The Phantods took the stage around 11pm. By this time, Ian already wanted to go home. He doesn't do well sitting around for 2 hours doing nothing and also knowing that it will be a miracle if we go on anytime before 1 am. They played their set and I was very pleasantly surprised. Everyone I talked to kept reminding me that this was a big ol hippy bar. And there were a few locals hanging out that would have supported that stereotype. But The Phantods, in my opinion, were not playing hippie music. I don't know what you would call it. The closest I can come is saying that it was like listening to what would happen if members from The Police and Voivod formed a band and hired a female vocalist / keyboard player. I'm sure Ian can actually name a band that they sound like but I am not that well-versed. Their drummer was a frickin' monster on the drums. Kudos to him if he be reading this. The others weren't so bad either. At certain times during the set, when they were just pulling of some insane shit, I looked over at Ian and he was just laughing at the insanity. So was the drunk guy who was practically drinking out of a pitcher. They wrapped up their set around 11:30ish. They had free CDs, but I was not quick enough to nab one, which is too bad 'cause I pretty much liked everything they played.
Ramsey started to set up and that is when I realized that said drunk guy was in the band. And setting up both a keyboard and guitar rig. Then the singer guy was setting up a guitar rig and a keyboard rig as well. And the bassist was sporting dreads and a Soundgarden Badmotorfinger T-shirt. Huh? I dunno. They finished setting up, got more beers and waited for midnight to roll around to get started. What occurred next is really a scarring blur. For the first song, both the singer and drunk due took their places behind their keyboards. The singers keyboard was in tune. The drunk dudes was an old analog Roland. It was not in tune. It's like hearing fingernails across a blackboard. And he had no idea how out of tune he was. After that song, they made an attempt to tune his Roland, which did not go well. They would almost have it and then the guy would crank it way off up or down. It was torture. I don't think his guitar was in tune either, well, at least it didn't seem that way. I believe he could be a decent guitar player if he sobered up. They also played 'Hold On Loosely' by 38 Special which was about the only thing I could remotely stomach, even though some of the singing was strained.
At 12:30, while they were still playing, Ian and I left to go load up the drum gear. It was a much needed break. I pulled the car up to the bar and we unloaded. By the time the last drum was loaded into the building, they were done. Thank goodness. It took a while for the drummer to take his stuff down. He seemed nice enough (and appeared sober enough) and was very apologetic about taking so long. I told him not to sweat since I too was a drummer and understood that it is almost always the drummer that takes the longer to set up and tear down. We just have more shit to deal with.
By 1am, it was our time to rock. I changed into the killer black Kiss 'Creatures of the Night' bootleg t-shirt that my wife bought for me, and took the stage. We kicked it off with a couple of new MCB tunes 'Burn Sandwich Burn' and 'That's When The Onions Attack'. Those actually went fairly well. Up next was another new one that I wrote called 'Peaches and Cream'. So far so good. I was trying to stay loose and not flail around a bunch since we had 11 MORE SONGS TO PLAY. Yeah, it was a long setlist since we were the 'headliners'.
'Pizza Party' and 'Salad Bar Man' were up next. Those didn't go too badly I don't think. Then came 'Fribble' in the middle of the set. It officially has been everywhere in the set (the usual closer, the opener at the last gig, and solidly in the middle of the set for this gig) which is amusing. I was also starting to get a bit tired and fuzzy minded by this point. I sorta forgot the beginning of Fribble but quickly recovered after a few bars. Up next was 'Hands Off My Oreos'. Good think I didn't have to start this song 'cause my memory was getting fuzzier. Steve kicked in the initial guitar riff (which I don't have to play during) and it all came back to me. Halfway done, and already on shaky ground.
Up next was 'Marshmallow' which was the first real train wreck. I remembered the initial cymbal roll part and that was it. I counted off 4 and... had no idea where I was or how the song went. I was looking a Steve to try to desperately remember how the song went. This is a song that has been included in practically every set I have every played and I drew a complete blank. After the gig, when I was talking to Steve, it turns out he was completely lost. He was looking to ME to remember how to play it as well. By the second verse, I finally figured out what the fuck I was doing, but it dealt a severe blow to my confidence in completing the friggin show and we were only half done.
Up next was 'Wienermobile'. I did an okay job of staying relaxed during that song. Only the fills at the end of the song were completely cruddy, but decent considering how tired I was feeling. After that was another new one I wrote called 'Primavera Primadonna' which went okay. After that was the fast and always crowd pleaser, especially at bars, 'Cereal N Beer'. Somehow, regardless of how fast that song is, it tends to loosen me up for some reason. I don't know why.
Then came 'Red Pop', another blistering song. There is one part where I get to just hammer on the cymbal like it was a ride. Tonight it decided that it would start spin like a wounded UFO. Eventually the nut came off and at the last crash of Red Pop, the cymbal nearly fell off the stand. I got up from behind he drums to reposition the cymbal and realized that I had no idea where the nut was. Without it, the cymbal can practically fall right off the stand.
The next thing I know, Gourley is introducing 'Sacrificial Leg Of Lamb', so get back behind the kit. For some reason, as of late, I cannot seem to play this song to save my life. And the sad thing is that I'm the person who wrote it. I don't know why, but I just can't seem to wrap my head around the drum part. I am just clueless. It's fairly simple, just keep time with the high hat until the second part of the verse. How hard can that be? Well, tonight, it was impossible. I had no idea what I was doing and it was one of the most horrible sounding things I have ever heard me play. Horrible. I can't express my frustration with not being able to play this fucking song. It's a fucking Devilcake song. It's not quantum physics.
After the destruction of that song was over, I was looking around to see if I could find that fucking nut for the cymbal stand. I leaned over my drum kit to see if it fell in front of the drums. The next thing I know, I have a big ol' face full of Gourley ass. He can't see for shit without his glasses, so he was bending over to read the set list. Steve was video taping this show, so I am sure that moment looks, well, interesting. Finally we capped off the night with 'Pilot Light' which went fairly well, I think. I was a bit hindered since I was worried about the other cymbal flying off, but overall, it well alright. And like that it was over around 2am.
I have to say, I'm not fond of Pilot Light being the closer. I was never fond of ending the set with Fribble either. The final song, to me, should have that thing at the end where everyone holds the last note and basically beats the crap out of their instruments which the singer says, 'We are Devilcake. Thanks for showing up and not throwing shit at us. Goodnight!'.
So back to the evening, Maryann went and moved the car to the side of the bar. I was breaking down the set when Ian said, 'Hey, your wife pulled up the car around back. I'm fucking outta here'. Ok... that's not a direct quote, but I do appreciate that he came in and told me my wife was waiting on me. He could have just fecked off like I know he wanted to. Gourley and Steve helped take the rest o the shit out the car. We hung out a little bit and talked about the $37 dollars we made that night. (Actually, I think the owner or the singer from Ramsey or someone said that it was $37 for everyone, meaning that the 37 dollars would be split three ways, but Gourley insisted that it was $37 dollars for us. Oh well, as we discussed, it'll be money for printing up a new batch of t-shirts. Gourley had an idea where the pentagram would have a bite out of it. I think that is frigggin hilarious.
They we all said 'Later!'. Maryann and I stopped in at ol' White Castles and picked up a #1 combo each. When we got home I realized the motherfucker didn't pack my onion chips. Oh well. I didn't need them anyways. We ate, starting watching Iron Chef @ 3am, but soon the exhaustion set in and we went to bed.
The set list, in case you didn't piece it together (you lazy punk) was:
Burn Sandwich Burn
Onions (s.o.s.o.n.i.o.n.s)
Peaches N Cream
Pizza Party
Salad Bar Man (Fuckin eh, dude)
Fribble
Hands Off My Oreos
Marshmallow
Weinermobile
Primavera Prima Donna
Cereal N Beer
Red Pop
Sacrificial Leg of Lamb
Pilot Light
THE END. (pictures soon to follow)
THE PHANTODS - RAMSEY - DEVIL CAKE
The last time we played at Ruby Tuesdays it was my first gig with the band, way back on May 21st 2001. Wow. Not sure why my brain thought it was 2002, but so be it, it was 2001. I barely remember that gig at all now. I remember the excitement of doing my first sound check which is on a camcorder tape somewhere out there. I actually think I have the VHS copy of that show. How about that.
(if you want to get to the gig stuff, jump ahead like 10 paragraphs)
Anyways, this was Devil Cake's show tonight. We were headliners, which usually means we go on really really really late after being there for 6 hours. Tonight would be no exception, and I even left late by my standards. Maryann and I went to BW3s and had some awesome chicken fingers (since I've determined you get more bang for your buck by eating chicken fingers rather than boneless wings). It was good eating and we also played a little NTN trivia while we were at it. Very relaxing. No freaking out, just calm and will a belly full o chicken. Gots home around 7:30. I checked to make sure that the new hi-hat clutch would work (since my originally Yamaha was completely stripped). It did. Yay! That's one less thing I have to worry about. I also installed a new cymbal protector (it prevents keyholing) for Ian's old Sonor stand. That installed with a slight modification as well. Word. With all things in working order, I dismantled the drum kit and got it packed into the car. By 8:15pm, we were on the road.
By 8:40ish, we were driving around the block that Ruby Tuesdays was on. The parking for this place sucks worse than any other bar we have ever played at. They are basically right in the middle of a large area of campus apartments and they have no actual parking lot. (I've heard rumors of a parking lot behind Ruby Tuesdays, but all I saw in the alley was triple deep parking for the apartments). After the 3rd time around the block, I parked and was basically on the opposite end of the block (but still on Summit Ave) that Ruby Tuesdays was on, which was do able since it seemed to be a short block.
I was happy to see that there were actually people at the bar tonight. Seems that RTs was having a lil ol cookout. I did not partake of any said bbq though. So anyhoo, we went in looking around for some of the DC peeps. Mike Bill had mentioned that he would be showing up around that time, as did Ian. However, there were no peeps. I showed Maryann around the bar. It was a little bit cleaner than I remember. Course, then I showed her the basement. When we played there, part of the basement section was still open with a pool table. This was no longer, like due to health violations. And the bathrooms were atrocious. But it is a bar, what the fuck do you want? I picked up a couple of bottles of Miller Light and we sat in the room with the stage, which, while not quiet, was away from the rest of the inhabitants who were drinking away and playing pool.
Ian showed up right around 9pm. It was at this time he informed me that MCB would not be playing with us tonight. Seems he had been puking up his guts for nearly 24 hours. That sounds like fun. We sat around and chatted a bunch about anything that popped into our heads. I believe Gourley showed up next around 9:30 I think. He was helping move in gear for one of the other bands. I thought it was the Phantods, but wtf do I know. *shrug* So anyways, then Steve and Rachel showed up around 10pm. By this time we were worried that Steve wasn't going to show up and pondered how we would go over as an acoustic jazz trio. It actually sounded amusing enough to consider.
Around 10 or 10:15, The Phantods did their sound check. Yay! About this time I put in my ear plugs. After the last Little Brothers gig, where my ears rang or felt muffled for 2 days after, I decided that I needed to protect my hearing a bit better. I already have a little bit of tinitus (rrrriiiiiinnnggg) now, and if music is something that I really enjoy listening to, I need to do what I can to at least slow down the process of me going deaf.
The Phantods took the stage around 11pm. By this time, Ian already wanted to go home. He doesn't do well sitting around for 2 hours doing nothing and also knowing that it will be a miracle if we go on anytime before 1 am. They played their set and I was very pleasantly surprised. Everyone I talked to kept reminding me that this was a big ol hippy bar. And there were a few locals hanging out that would have supported that stereotype. But The Phantods, in my opinion, were not playing hippie music. I don't know what you would call it. The closest I can come is saying that it was like listening to what would happen if members from The Police and Voivod formed a band and hired a female vocalist / keyboard player. I'm sure Ian can actually name a band that they sound like but I am not that well-versed. Their drummer was a frickin' monster on the drums. Kudos to him if he be reading this. The others weren't so bad either. At certain times during the set, when they were just pulling of some insane shit, I looked over at Ian and he was just laughing at the insanity. So was the drunk guy who was practically drinking out of a pitcher. They wrapped up their set around 11:30ish. They had free CDs, but I was not quick enough to nab one, which is too bad 'cause I pretty much liked everything they played.
Ramsey started to set up and that is when I realized that said drunk guy was in the band. And setting up both a keyboard and guitar rig. Then the singer guy was setting up a guitar rig and a keyboard rig as well. And the bassist was sporting dreads and a Soundgarden Badmotorfinger T-shirt. Huh? I dunno. They finished setting up, got more beers and waited for midnight to roll around to get started. What occurred next is really a scarring blur. For the first song, both the singer and drunk due took their places behind their keyboards. The singers keyboard was in tune. The drunk dudes was an old analog Roland. It was not in tune. It's like hearing fingernails across a blackboard. And he had no idea how out of tune he was. After that song, they made an attempt to tune his Roland, which did not go well. They would almost have it and then the guy would crank it way off up or down. It was torture. I don't think his guitar was in tune either, well, at least it didn't seem that way. I believe he could be a decent guitar player if he sobered up. They also played 'Hold On Loosely' by 38 Special which was about the only thing I could remotely stomach, even though some of the singing was strained.
At 12:30, while they were still playing, Ian and I left to go load up the drum gear. It was a much needed break. I pulled the car up to the bar and we unloaded. By the time the last drum was loaded into the building, they were done. Thank goodness. It took a while for the drummer to take his stuff down. He seemed nice enough (and appeared sober enough) and was very apologetic about taking so long. I told him not to sweat since I too was a drummer and understood that it is almost always the drummer that takes the longer to set up and tear down. We just have more shit to deal with.
By 1am, it was our time to rock. I changed into the killer black Kiss 'Creatures of the Night' bootleg t-shirt that my wife bought for me, and took the stage. We kicked it off with a couple of new MCB tunes 'Burn Sandwich Burn' and 'That's When The Onions Attack'. Those actually went fairly well. Up next was another new one that I wrote called 'Peaches and Cream'. So far so good. I was trying to stay loose and not flail around a bunch since we had 11 MORE SONGS TO PLAY. Yeah, it was a long setlist since we were the 'headliners'.
'Pizza Party' and 'Salad Bar Man' were up next. Those didn't go too badly I don't think. Then came 'Fribble' in the middle of the set. It officially has been everywhere in the set (the usual closer, the opener at the last gig, and solidly in the middle of the set for this gig) which is amusing. I was also starting to get a bit tired and fuzzy minded by this point. I sorta forgot the beginning of Fribble but quickly recovered after a few bars. Up next was 'Hands Off My Oreos'. Good think I didn't have to start this song 'cause my memory was getting fuzzier. Steve kicked in the initial guitar riff (which I don't have to play during) and it all came back to me. Halfway done, and already on shaky ground.
Up next was 'Marshmallow' which was the first real train wreck. I remembered the initial cymbal roll part and that was it. I counted off 4 and... had no idea where I was or how the song went. I was looking a Steve to try to desperately remember how the song went. This is a song that has been included in practically every set I have every played and I drew a complete blank. After the gig, when I was talking to Steve, it turns out he was completely lost. He was looking to ME to remember how to play it as well. By the second verse, I finally figured out what the fuck I was doing, but it dealt a severe blow to my confidence in completing the friggin show and we were only half done.
Up next was 'Wienermobile'. I did an okay job of staying relaxed during that song. Only the fills at the end of the song were completely cruddy, but decent considering how tired I was feeling. After that was another new one I wrote called 'Primavera Primadonna' which went okay. After that was the fast and always crowd pleaser, especially at bars, 'Cereal N Beer'. Somehow, regardless of how fast that song is, it tends to loosen me up for some reason. I don't know why.
Then came 'Red Pop', another blistering song. There is one part where I get to just hammer on the cymbal like it was a ride. Tonight it decided that it would start spin like a wounded UFO. Eventually the nut came off and at the last crash of Red Pop, the cymbal nearly fell off the stand. I got up from behind he drums to reposition the cymbal and realized that I had no idea where the nut was. Without it, the cymbal can practically fall right off the stand.
The next thing I know, Gourley is introducing 'Sacrificial Leg Of Lamb', so get back behind the kit. For some reason, as of late, I cannot seem to play this song to save my life. And the sad thing is that I'm the person who wrote it. I don't know why, but I just can't seem to wrap my head around the drum part. I am just clueless. It's fairly simple, just keep time with the high hat until the second part of the verse. How hard can that be? Well, tonight, it was impossible. I had no idea what I was doing and it was one of the most horrible sounding things I have ever heard me play. Horrible. I can't express my frustration with not being able to play this fucking song. It's a fucking Devilcake song. It's not quantum physics.
After the destruction of that song was over, I was looking around to see if I could find that fucking nut for the cymbal stand. I leaned over my drum kit to see if it fell in front of the drums. The next thing I know, I have a big ol' face full of Gourley ass. He can't see for shit without his glasses, so he was bending over to read the set list. Steve was video taping this show, so I am sure that moment looks, well, interesting. Finally we capped off the night with 'Pilot Light' which went fairly well, I think. I was a bit hindered since I was worried about the other cymbal flying off, but overall, it well alright. And like that it was over around 2am.
I have to say, I'm not fond of Pilot Light being the closer. I was never fond of ending the set with Fribble either. The final song, to me, should have that thing at the end where everyone holds the last note and basically beats the crap out of their instruments which the singer says, 'We are Devilcake. Thanks for showing up and not throwing shit at us. Goodnight!'.
So back to the evening, Maryann went and moved the car to the side of the bar. I was breaking down the set when Ian said, 'Hey, your wife pulled up the car around back. I'm fucking outta here'. Ok... that's not a direct quote, but I do appreciate that he came in and told me my wife was waiting on me. He could have just fecked off like I know he wanted to. Gourley and Steve helped take the rest o the shit out the car. We hung out a little bit and talked about the $37 dollars we made that night. (Actually, I think the owner or the singer from Ramsey or someone said that it was $37 for everyone, meaning that the 37 dollars would be split three ways, but Gourley insisted that it was $37 dollars for us. Oh well, as we discussed, it'll be money for printing up a new batch of t-shirts. Gourley had an idea where the pentagram would have a bite out of it. I think that is frigggin hilarious.
They we all said 'Later!'. Maryann and I stopped in at ol' White Castles and picked up a #1 combo each. When we got home I realized the motherfucker didn't pack my onion chips. Oh well. I didn't need them anyways. We ate, starting watching Iron Chef @ 3am, but soon the exhaustion set in and we went to bed.
The set list, in case you didn't piece it together (you lazy punk) was:
Burn Sandwich Burn
Onions (s.o.s.o.n.i.o.n.s)
Peaches N Cream
Pizza Party
Salad Bar Man (Fuckin eh, dude)
Fribble
Hands Off My Oreos
Marshmallow
Weinermobile
Primavera Prima Donna
Cereal N Beer
Red Pop
Sacrificial Leg of Lamb
Pilot Light
THE END. (pictures soon to follow)
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Pictures Phase II
Hang on to your hats... It's Devilcake!
Gourley is such a great singer with the audience. Someone yelled "Show us the top of your head!" and he did. True story.
"Ladies and gentlemen, on the bass - Stu Hamm uhhh... Ian Stewart!"
Proof that Darrin uses giant strawberry Twizzlers as drumsticks.
I'm a pickin'.
Among other things, Gourley and Steve can stand on walls while playing.
I like this one. It looks as if Ian has donned his special "goggles."
Why does it look like I'm playing an acoustic?
Steve's a grinnin'.
Darrin smells something. Two words. White Castle.
"This is how much you love Devilcake."
Monday, July 11, 2005
Devilcake pics from Little Brothers...
Here's the proof. DEVIL CAKE!
I told Darrin to make a face, but he refused...
I'm sure there's a "wearing your cup without a jock strap" joke in there somewhere...
Classic Gourley. "Scream for me Columbus! Scream for me!"
Apparently I was about to punch someone. I don't remember doing this at all.
Proof that Gourley is entertaining to us as well as the crowd...
Ian and Darrin making "smoochie" faces at each other. The rest of us are doing it too, just so you know...
Steve's version of Black Sabbath's "Paranoid" album cover...
Darrin looks like a midget behind the drums for some reason. Mmmmm... midgets...
Here I am working too hard on a "G" chord while Gourley is being possessed by Satan.
Nice shot of Steve...
Why does it look like I'm wearing velvet pants?
Here's a shot using the flash, which is just hilarious. It looks like we're playing in someone's basement. The look on Gourley's face is classic. Hey Mike, you were looking for a T-shirt design...
Saturday, July 09, 2005
LITTLE BROTHERS
POOR ORIGINALS | DEVILCAKE | LOS PEPES
Little Brothers
Friday, July 8, 2005
Gourley got a call on Wednesday asking if we could fill in for another band at Little Brothers. We had an emergency rehearsal on Thursday, which we did instrumentally. Gourley suggested a few uptempo songs via email. The sequence of titles wasn't intended to be a setlist but we made it into one anyway. Hence the weirdest setlist we've ever played, I think. Marvelous.
As always, we got to Little Brothers way too fucking early before the show. The doors weren't open, so we walked to White Castle & back. Then it rained and we all sat in our cars until one of the other bands showed up - Poor Originals. They got a call three hours beforehand to fill in.
Organization! Professionalism! Ha. Whatever, so the administrative end was a little mushy, but, rock & roll and administration have very little to do with each other, right? Right.
Poor Originals soundchecked and then lingered for 45 minutes or so. There was a small clutch of people at the tables in front of the stage. Poor Originals, no shit, every song was the exact same tempo, with the same thrash beat. The guitarist on the right was annoying onstage and made me question my own motivations for wanting to do the rock & roll thing again. Y'know? It's late, it's Friday, we should be having fun, not being subjected to this over-loud, monotonous scree. They sucked the life out of me. The other guitarist literally strummed the same for every song, a technique I'd love to learn, I'm obviously doing it wrong & moving waaaaay too much. After 10-12 iterations of the one sonic blueprint, they vacated the stage. Who's on next? Is it us? Is it the peepees? No, it's us. Phew.
I wouldn't even say we had a handfull of peeps, I'd call it a clenched fist of peeps. The important thing is that they didn't lose patience and they even seemed to enjoy our turn on the stage. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
We took our time setting up. It was relaxed, laid back, jovial, comfortable. Usually 'being comfortable' isn't the kind of thing you'd take notice of, but for us...two years (almost to the day) since we last played at Little Brothers, the vibe was important.
Steve gave Tera the new intro CD, which promptly failed to work. He made the intro on his PC, it includes hellish sound effects and the harmonized guitar solo from "Fribble." It reminds me of Slayer "Hell Awaits." I gave a verbal approximation of the intro CD into the mic and then we were off & running. Opening with "Fribble." Unprecedented.
Gourley & I were both kind of rusty. Our voices gave out pretty quickly & we were both winded. I struggled with the backing vocals, not sure if I should just hover over the mic & sing everything or stand back by the drums & just concentrate on playing the bass. In the end, I did a lot of both and eventually loosened up enough to not notice or care.
"Salad Bar Man" was second. Darrin's new "Peaches & Cream" was in there somewhere. And we closed with his other new one - my favorite of his newest batch of songs - "Pilot Light." I waited all day to sing "turn on the pilot light, let's get it on tonight" and finally got my chance. Party! I hope it didn't ruin the song. That's the first time I've ever sung on it. "Hands Off My Oreos" was nice, that's when I finally caught my stride, I think. As usual, I was too busy trying not to kick anybody or otherwise cause catastrophe to notice anything else. Which is a good sign. I think the band is getting stronger, more mature, more fuckin' metal, and hopefully even more entertaining as we go. We've always been good at amusing ourselves but hopefully now we can include everyone else. And:
It's always nice when people clap and respond positively to us onstage and I don't take that for granted. You guys fucking rock! I'd rather have a clutched fist of true peeps than 1,000 hostile GWAR fanatics anyday.
I forget the order but I'm pretty sure we played
Fribble
Salad Bar Man
Pizza Party
Wienermobile
Marshmallow
Hands Off My Oreos
Peaches & Cream
Red Pop
Cereal & Beer
Pilot Light
Little Brothers
Friday, July 8, 2005
Gourley got a call on Wednesday asking if we could fill in for another band at Little Brothers. We had an emergency rehearsal on Thursday, which we did instrumentally. Gourley suggested a few uptempo songs via email. The sequence of titles wasn't intended to be a setlist but we made it into one anyway. Hence the weirdest setlist we've ever played, I think. Marvelous.
As always, we got to Little Brothers way too fucking early before the show. The doors weren't open, so we walked to White Castle & back. Then it rained and we all sat in our cars until one of the other bands showed up - Poor Originals. They got a call three hours beforehand to fill in.
Organization! Professionalism! Ha. Whatever, so the administrative end was a little mushy, but, rock & roll and administration have very little to do with each other, right? Right.
Poor Originals soundchecked and then lingered for 45 minutes or so. There was a small clutch of people at the tables in front of the stage. Poor Originals, no shit, every song was the exact same tempo, with the same thrash beat. The guitarist on the right was annoying onstage and made me question my own motivations for wanting to do the rock & roll thing again. Y'know? It's late, it's Friday, we should be having fun, not being subjected to this over-loud, monotonous scree. They sucked the life out of me. The other guitarist literally strummed the same for every song, a technique I'd love to learn, I'm obviously doing it wrong & moving waaaaay too much. After 10-12 iterations of the one sonic blueprint, they vacated the stage. Who's on next? Is it us? Is it the peepees? No, it's us. Phew.
I wouldn't even say we had a handfull of peeps, I'd call it a clenched fist of peeps. The important thing is that they didn't lose patience and they even seemed to enjoy our turn on the stage. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
We took our time setting up. It was relaxed, laid back, jovial, comfortable. Usually 'being comfortable' isn't the kind of thing you'd take notice of, but for us...two years (almost to the day) since we last played at Little Brothers, the vibe was important.
Steve gave Tera the new intro CD, which promptly failed to work. He made the intro on his PC, it includes hellish sound effects and the harmonized guitar solo from "Fribble." It reminds me of Slayer "Hell Awaits." I gave a verbal approximation of the intro CD into the mic and then we were off & running. Opening with "Fribble." Unprecedented.
Gourley & I were both kind of rusty. Our voices gave out pretty quickly & we were both winded. I struggled with the backing vocals, not sure if I should just hover over the mic & sing everything or stand back by the drums & just concentrate on playing the bass. In the end, I did a lot of both and eventually loosened up enough to not notice or care.
"Salad Bar Man" was second. Darrin's new "Peaches & Cream" was in there somewhere. And we closed with his other new one - my favorite of his newest batch of songs - "Pilot Light." I waited all day to sing "turn on the pilot light, let's get it on tonight" and finally got my chance. Party! I hope it didn't ruin the song. That's the first time I've ever sung on it. "Hands Off My Oreos" was nice, that's when I finally caught my stride, I think. As usual, I was too busy trying not to kick anybody or otherwise cause catastrophe to notice anything else. Which is a good sign. I think the band is getting stronger, more mature, more fuckin' metal, and hopefully even more entertaining as we go. We've always been good at amusing ourselves but hopefully now we can include everyone else. And:
It's always nice when people clap and respond positively to us onstage and I don't take that for granted. You guys fucking rock! I'd rather have a clutched fist of true peeps than 1,000 hostile GWAR fanatics anyday.
I forget the order but I'm pretty sure we played
Fribble
Salad Bar Man
Pizza Party
Wienermobile
Marshmallow
Hands Off My Oreos
Peaches & Cream
Red Pop
Cereal & Beer
Pilot Light
Been two years gone...
POOR ORIGINALS + DEVILCAKE + LOS PEPES
Little Brothers
Friday, July 8th, 2005
Well, it was almost exactly two years ago that we played at Little Brothers (which was on 7/3/2003 for those keeping track). I got to the venue early as always, as parking is a real pain in the keesters when there are alot of bands playing. Mike C Bill was already there when I arrived. We shot the shit for a while. Ian showed up around 1/2 hour after that. We ran down to White Castles for some grub. I got a #1 with cheese and a RED POP. They should call it a #2 with cheese cause later in the night, that's all it really was. My poor choice in eating a large sized Rally's Double Barbeque Bacon Cheeseburger for lunch and then throwing four Whiteys on top of that was a nearly fatal.
Anyhoo...
We got back, with White Castles in hand and Steve, Rachel and a friend of theirs were waiting on us. Just as we got there, though, the rain started up and we all took refuge in our cars. Another band showed up and somehow got the people inside to open up the doors. DOH! After the rain subsided, I got out of my car and talked to the other bandies. Seems that while we thought we had a tight schedule being called 3 days prior to the gig, they got called 3 HOURS before the gig. They were just hoping that the drummer would show up. He did show up, however he had no drumsticks, which I found amusing. I gave him a pair of the $2 drumsticks and told him to beware of splinters. That of course was prophetic.
Gourley showed up rather early as well, probably by 8:30 or so. Gave him the lyrics for Pilot Light and sent him on his way. Gourley knew the guys in Los Pepes, but they were no where to be found.
Fast forward 2 hours later. Ian had managed drink his weight in water by then. I had managed to get rid of my weight in 'excess'. Los Pepes finally took the stage and rammed through around 10 songs in the punk metal vein. Lots of snare action. The guy was like a drum machine. But it proved to be a touch too much for my taste. Most of the songs were similar sounding. Like I have room to talk, but I am just staing my opinion. I enjoyed the first few, but then my ears starting ringing a little and then it just got on my nerves. Plus I still wasn't feeling so hot, so I can't blame them for all of my discomfort. At some point, Ian went over in front of the soundboard. I followed suit, but I stay for a grand total of 30 seconds because it was so brutally loud that it just hurt. I couldn't really hear the music anymore, it was just painful static. So I retreated to the conforts of the bar where it was a bit quieter. A few songs later, they were done. Oh yeah, the drummer shreaded those sticks I gave him. And this is why I rarely buy drumsticks that cost more than $2 a pair.
They got their crap off the stage, we put our crap on the stage. And then we rocked a set of fairly fast songs. I have to admit that after the first 3 songs it was a bit of a blur. I got tired fairly quickly but tried to hold my own by sweating profusely.
We started with Fribble, which is amusing only to us since we normally close with Fribble. Oh, we had 'intro' music but Tera the sound person couldn't get the CD player to like the intro that Steve burned onto a CD. DOH! No problem. Just kick it and go. The stick in my right hand was slightly warped which threw me off a little bit.
Next up was Pizza Party. I still still going strong at that point. Then came Weinermobile (sp?). I've never liked putting those two back to back. They both involve 'the stop' before each verse. Putting them back to back makes them sounds too similar to me (even though they are not), but maybe it's just me, and that is quite possible.
Salad Bar man was next. I believe I played this one a bit slower than normal. I think this is also the song during which I broke my stick. I still have the top part. Not sure where the bottom part went. We then played Hands Off My Oreos.
Up next was a new one, Peaches N Cream. Fast fast fast. This is pretty close to being pure punk, quite honestly. I missed quite a few cymbal crashes during this song. This song just wears me out, but I still like it... for now ;). And as if I wasn't tired enough, Red Pop came next, which we played at a blistering pace as well. I did get all the floor tom hits right this time (I actually went back and listened to the Shout At The Devilcake album to make sure I got it right). The double bass in the soung didn't sound too bad, but there were a couple double bass fills that left much to be desired. *shrug*
Marshmallow was next, and a nice break to have. It was slow and durgy or something. Words. I was practically passed out by this point, and not from drinking beer either (I had none last night). Then came Cereal n Beer. Super fast version. That quite possibly is the fastest we have ever played that live. Amazingly enough, I could hear Gourley singing the lyrics.
Finally, to end it all, was another new one called Pilot Light. Didn't sound too bad. I really like the harmonics part that the whole song is based around. I'm still not totally comfortable with the drums (since I wrote the guitar parts only) but I think I made a few revelations that might work in the future.
And then they were done. The crowd yelled 'Encore' (well, a least 2 people yelled that, and I'm pretty sure one of them was Rachel, and she could listen to us all night if she wanted to.) But alas, there was no encore. The final note ended and we started packing. The guys helped out, and that was cool of them since I was a bit foggy. I was packing up when Tera came around to move mics. I asked her if the other band was here and she said, 'I don't... know.' I asked Gourley if they were there since he knew a couple of the guys and he said 'I... think so.' About that time a guy with an amp passed in front of me and that question was answered. Not sure why I cared really. *shrug*
So the cars, got loaded up. We went in. Ian said he was splitting, so was MCB as was I. We went to bid farewell to Gourley, who was saying goodbye to Steve who was also leaving. I drove home, took a shower and was in bed around 1:30am.
In case you were too lazy to write down the set as I gave the play by play above, here is the set list:
Fribble
Pizza Party
Weinermobile
Salad Bar Man
Hands Off My Oreos
Peaches N Cream
Red Pop
Marshmallow
Cereal N Beer
Pilot Light
Later. Rock on!
-------------:D
Little Brothers
Friday, July 8th, 2005
Well, it was almost exactly two years ago that we played at Little Brothers (which was on 7/3/2003 for those keeping track). I got to the venue early as always, as parking is a real pain in the keesters when there are alot of bands playing. Mike C Bill was already there when I arrived. We shot the shit for a while. Ian showed up around 1/2 hour after that. We ran down to White Castles for some grub. I got a #1 with cheese and a RED POP. They should call it a #2 with cheese cause later in the night, that's all it really was. My poor choice in eating a large sized Rally's Double Barbeque Bacon Cheeseburger for lunch and then throwing four Whiteys on top of that was a nearly fatal.
Anyhoo...
We got back, with White Castles in hand and Steve, Rachel and a friend of theirs were waiting on us. Just as we got there, though, the rain started up and we all took refuge in our cars. Another band showed up and somehow got the people inside to open up the doors. DOH! After the rain subsided, I got out of my car and talked to the other bandies. Seems that while we thought we had a tight schedule being called 3 days prior to the gig, they got called 3 HOURS before the gig. They were just hoping that the drummer would show up. He did show up, however he had no drumsticks, which I found amusing. I gave him a pair of the $2 drumsticks and told him to beware of splinters. That of course was prophetic.
Gourley showed up rather early as well, probably by 8:30 or so. Gave him the lyrics for Pilot Light and sent him on his way. Gourley knew the guys in Los Pepes, but they were no where to be found.
Fast forward 2 hours later. Ian had managed drink his weight in water by then. I had managed to get rid of my weight in 'excess'. Los Pepes finally took the stage and rammed through around 10 songs in the punk metal vein. Lots of snare action. The guy was like a drum machine. But it proved to be a touch too much for my taste. Most of the songs were similar sounding. Like I have room to talk, but I am just staing my opinion. I enjoyed the first few, but then my ears starting ringing a little and then it just got on my nerves. Plus I still wasn't feeling so hot, so I can't blame them for all of my discomfort. At some point, Ian went over in front of the soundboard. I followed suit, but I stay for a grand total of 30 seconds because it was so brutally loud that it just hurt. I couldn't really hear the music anymore, it was just painful static. So I retreated to the conforts of the bar where it was a bit quieter. A few songs later, they were done. Oh yeah, the drummer shreaded those sticks I gave him. And this is why I rarely buy drumsticks that cost more than $2 a pair.
They got their crap off the stage, we put our crap on the stage. And then we rocked a set of fairly fast songs. I have to admit that after the first 3 songs it was a bit of a blur. I got tired fairly quickly but tried to hold my own by sweating profusely.
We started with Fribble, which is amusing only to us since we normally close with Fribble. Oh, we had 'intro' music but Tera the sound person couldn't get the CD player to like the intro that Steve burned onto a CD. DOH! No problem. Just kick it and go. The stick in my right hand was slightly warped which threw me off a little bit.
Next up was Pizza Party. I still still going strong at that point. Then came Weinermobile (sp?). I've never liked putting those two back to back. They both involve 'the stop' before each verse. Putting them back to back makes them sounds too similar to me (even though they are not), but maybe it's just me, and that is quite possible.
Salad Bar man was next. I believe I played this one a bit slower than normal. I think this is also the song during which I broke my stick. I still have the top part. Not sure where the bottom part went. We then played Hands Off My Oreos.
Up next was a new one, Peaches N Cream. Fast fast fast. This is pretty close to being pure punk, quite honestly. I missed quite a few cymbal crashes during this song. This song just wears me out, but I still like it... for now ;). And as if I wasn't tired enough, Red Pop came next, which we played at a blistering pace as well. I did get all the floor tom hits right this time (I actually went back and listened to the Shout At The Devilcake album to make sure I got it right). The double bass in the soung didn't sound too bad, but there were a couple double bass fills that left much to be desired. *shrug*
Marshmallow was next, and a nice break to have. It was slow and durgy or something. Words. I was practically passed out by this point, and not from drinking beer either (I had none last night). Then came Cereal n Beer. Super fast version. That quite possibly is the fastest we have ever played that live. Amazingly enough, I could hear Gourley singing the lyrics.
Finally, to end it all, was another new one called Pilot Light. Didn't sound too bad. I really like the harmonics part that the whole song is based around. I'm still not totally comfortable with the drums (since I wrote the guitar parts only) but I think I made a few revelations that might work in the future.
And then they were done. The crowd yelled 'Encore' (well, a least 2 people yelled that, and I'm pretty sure one of them was Rachel, and she could listen to us all night if she wanted to.) But alas, there was no encore. The final note ended and we started packing. The guys helped out, and that was cool of them since I was a bit foggy. I was packing up when Tera came around to move mics. I asked her if the other band was here and she said, 'I don't... know.' I asked Gourley if they were there since he knew a couple of the guys and he said 'I... think so.' About that time a guy with an amp passed in front of me and that question was answered. Not sure why I cared really. *shrug*
So the cars, got loaded up. We went in. Ian said he was splitting, so was MCB as was I. We went to bid farewell to Gourley, who was saying goodbye to Steve who was also leaving. I drove home, took a shower and was in bed around 1:30am.
In case you were too lazy to write down the set as I gave the play by play above, here is the set list:
Fribble
Pizza Party
Weinermobile
Salad Bar Man
Hands Off My Oreos
Peaches N Cream
Red Pop
Marshmallow
Cereal N Beer
Pilot Light
Later. Rock on!
-------------:D
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