Tuesday, December 2, 2008

First dud

We'll pick it up in Limeira.

The show was at a club called Kingston. It was an all concrete dive kind of place, which we really dug, reminded Jason of some places in NY. We met the owner, Gamba, unloaded our gear and hung out for a while. It was a beautiful night, really warm with a cool breeze, the place was up on a hillside overlooking the city and they had an outdoor patio we were chilling on. Very serene. Lots of awesome grafiti there as well, and before the show we met the artist and learned he was going to be finishing a piece there while we were playing. We ate some burgers yet found ourselves still waiting for a good one. After a while, people started to show up and we realized we were by far the oldest people there. The place was full of teenagers, and we were playing an all ages show!! (we weren't aware of this beforehand), which everyone knows how we feel about that. The two opening bands were all kids, a screamo band and a grindcore band. We got up and did our thing, we played more of our harder songs as that seemed to be the general feel of the night. Sergio got up and joined us on drums for a song(PS sos), then proceeded to trip over the power strip powering the whole stage so the power went out. Jay kept playing, and Anne got everyone clapping and singing along. Dan and I started playing metal riffs to Jays beat, altho of course there was no sound. But when they reconnected the power, boom, the amps came on, everyone was clapping and singing, we went into a huge crecendo and everyone went nuts. I'm realtively sure Jay broke his 3rd drum seat at some point. Jason has been destroying drum equipment left and right. After we finished, everyone was really excited to meet us. We went outside and it was autographs and pictures and hugs and awkward conversations and all that good stuff we've come to love down here. Holy shit, we found Dans long lost twin, this girl who couldn't have been more than 18 yrs old. We took pictures of them next to each other and I swear to god, we had to double check when we left and make sure we had Dan with us and not her. One girl in particular told us we were the best live band she'd ever seen, said we were a mix of the Pixies and Sonic Youth. Afterwards, we got interviewed for a documentary they are doing about that club. The kids at the show described themselves as broke ass high schol kids, however we sold more cds at this show than all the other shows combined(this is what all ages shows are about!). The enthusiam was great. The only bummer of the night was we learned that alot of the 2 song CDs we've been handing out have been duds, as in, don't play. But we'll deal with that later. All around, one of the more memorable nights of the tour.

Funny story about the drive home, which was brutal, Anne had to talk non-stop just to keep me awake. Luckily, she had had a few and was the right woman for the job, as those of you that know her can attest. Jason rode with Sergio. It was about 2 hours back to SP from Limeira, it was 4AM by the time we got back into the city. As we were coming closer to Sergios house, I noticed him picking up the pace a bit, and you have to understand I'm driving a giant box Fiat with a 1.7 liter engine and 100Lbs of equipment in the back so she don't accelerate or corner too well. They also have gnarly speedbumps all over the city, alot of them disguised, and I can bottom the van easily if I'm not careful. So gradually, Sergio was pulling away from me, I'm trying to figure out what te hell he s doing, until eventually we went through this one chicane and he was gone, so we're thinking, Oh shit, now we are lost in downtown SP at 3AM in a giant van full of equipment. We went around the block, and realized that we were pretty close to Sergios. SP is a mess, but we figured it out somehow pretty quickly (we were only a blck away actually). But as we pull up to the end of Sergios street, we see Sergios car parked, Jason flagging us down, and Sergio haul ass sprinting up the street holding his ass. Jason tells us Sergio was 2 seconds away from shitting his pants, which is why he started to book it home. He weighed his options and shitting his pants was the worse options to us getting lost in SP. I agree. He made it just in time apparently, but the situation was critical.

Next night was Jethros bar. We've been wanting to meet Jethro for a long time cuz, how often does that happen?

1 comment:

nuerjerego said...

Seriously. I was shitting my pants for GOOD.