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December 11 2003:Seattle, WA, USA
The Crocodile
with Explosions In The Sky, Lazarus (ex-Tarentel) |  | We are told we have to be at the bar at 6. It seemed really early to us, but we did it anyway as we have never played here before and didn’t want to inadvertently piss anyone off. Right when we get there we are informed by the soundman that he is going to dinner, as the headliner had not arrived for their sound check yet. We were supposed to come back at 8.
Now we have 2 hours to kill.
A little later on we are finishing up big plates of greasy cheese and dough, masquerading as Mexican food at Mamma’s. I go up to the counter to pay the bill with my credit card and the guy behind the counter says
“So you’re Superman eh?”
“Huh?”
“Superman,” he says, gesturing at my T-shirt, which has the Superman logo on it.
“Oh, right, yeah, I’m Superman, but could you not tell anybody, I’m here with some friends and we are just trying to have a quiet dinner.”
“No problem Superman.”
(I’m never wearing this shirt again)
As he is ringing up the charge we are able to hear the radio that is being played in the kitchen. Suddenly it starts playing the musical theme to the Superman movies.
We both look at each other oddly.
“Strange”, he says.
“Yes”, I say, signing the credit card slip in total panic. “I’ve gotta get out of here right now.”
“I know how you feel.”
We go back to the Crocodile, sound check and play the gig.
It went well. We were all very happy.
Later on, I’m hanging in the bar with some friends and this girl comes up to me and asks me if I used to sing for Lizard 99. Lizard 99 is a band I was in back in 1990! In Ohio!
“Yes”, I replied.
Then I said, “I’ve gotta get out of here right now.”
See you next year.
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| December 6 2003:Olympia, WA, USA
Le Voyeur Café & Bar
with Stereo Crush, Mercir | Yes, this was the first Purrs show with our new guitarist, Dose.
We played first, we played well. Dose did a good job. Now if we can only ween him from his Barbra Streisand poster collection.
Mercir bailed on the gig, something about one of their members being on Death's door or something.
Stereo Crush turned out to be a nice bunch of Portlandians playing pop music.
Before the show we ran into a person going by the name of Ross from a pirate radio station in Olympia.
He claimed to be a member of an Anarchist group. When I said that "Anarchist group" seemed like a contradiction in terms he told me that Anarchy doesn't mean chaos, it just means they have no leaders. To that I ask, who organizes the meetings then?
In my opinion, Anarchy, like Communism, suffers from an error in philosophy. That error is an assumption that the world is supposed to be fair. But whatever, I digress.
I ate a wonderful Turkey Club sandwich at the Le Voyeur, as if I haven't had enough turkey lately.
We drove home after the show without incident. |
| October 25 2003:Seattle, WA, USA
The Central
with The Underground, Chronic Disorder |  | Our first weekend gig at The Central.
Though Craig and Jima were both a bit nervous, it turns out Saturdays at the Central are not very different from Thursdays.
Go figure...
It was Craig's birthday and he was given a heart-shaped balloon by ex-Purrs guitarist Jen. His own band mates did nothing for him at all.
We played quite well, in my opinion.
One thing I really like about playing The Central is that the people who work there always look so relieved when we play.
I guess they don't get many bands who just want to play good songs that are pleasant to listen to.
After our blazing set, Sara was wisked away to a waiting limo and rushed to the airport. By the time we were done drinking for the night, she was halfway to the Hawaiian "clinic" where she will be spending an unknown amount of time "recovering" from "exhaustion".
None of us got to say goodbye, but we wish her well.
O shit, I just realized that now we have to find a new guitarist..... |
| October 4 2003:Olympia, WA, USA
Le Voyeur Café & Bar
with The Nerve | We spend most of today bopping around Portland.
There was some sort of street market going on where you could buy all the hippie stuff you could ever want.
We had some good pizza at Jason’s Bro’s pizza establishment, Old Town Pizza. We take a tour of the underground tunnels where people used to whore themselves out for rent and sell each other into slavery, then we hit the road for Olympia.
Ah, another night, another show where we don’t get paid.
Its not that I’m some sort of bread head.
It is just that I feel every performer should get paid something. I don’t care if it is $20. Even whores get paid. There were only 2 bands on the bill tonight. Us and The Nerve. 
The Nerve is a funtime trio of youngsters. They rocked tonight and I wish them well.
We played a good rocking show too. After all, we had to follow The Nerve. There were probably 2 dozen appreciative audience members. Though we got paid no money, the bar gave us a 12 pack of Miller which we took back to the wonderful floor of Jacob and Jasmine, our Olympian Guardians. We drove home the next day where we received a phone call from The Guys in Basic Assumption telling us that the other bands on the bill, excluding The Fez Fucks, had felt bad that we got stiffed, pooled some money and were sending it our way. Massive Karma points to those folks! Next stop, The Central………. |
| October 3 2003:Portland, OR, USA
Mt. Tabor Theatre
with Chain of Being, Basic Assumption, Fez Fatale | We hit town thinking we have the first slot in a 3 band show.
As seems to be a recurring theme of out of town shows, a fourth band has forced its way onto the bill.
Whew! 4 bands in one night…Not even a corpse could sit through that kind of onslaught. Oh well, at least we were playing first. Around that time was when we discovered that we were playing last.
Jim was having none of that. He just goes ahead and sets up his rig on the stage. The rest of The Purrs follow suit.
Around the time that Ed the Soundman is finishing up miking our gear, the fourth band shows up. I think they were called something like “Fez Patrol” or something like that. Dear reader, you should have seen the absurd get-up that the mouthpiece/self-appointed manager of Fez Freaks was wearing.
She had permed hair and bright red leather mini-skirt with knee length fringe over the top of a pair of jeans. She started blathering some nonsense about how she had made the flyers and had decided that we were to play last. Nevermind that we drove all the way from Seattle. Nevermind that very likely none of the locals would stick around for us. Nevermind that we were told we were playing first by the band that actually organized the show. We never caught her name, but Sara, in her tranked out wisdom, dubbed her “Frodo-The Earthworm That Fucked Herself” and the name stuck, at least in Jima’s mind. Anyway, Jima has always found that Big-Fish Little-Pond mentality annoying. Amazingly enough, reason prevailed. We played first. We played great. We got the hell out of there! We commandeered a table across the street at the Spaceroom, which is one of the coolest bars in Portland. We drank Spacedrink and together with Jason’s Mother and a friend, proceeded to get hammered.
 At closing time, we ventured back over to the venue to load out and be informed by some silly person that, since we didn’t actually bring anybody through the door, we were not going to get paid anything.
 A perfect way to cap off the evening.
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| September 26 2003:Seattle, WA, USA
The Dubliner
with Connor Eamon and The Bad Men | We’re not really an Irish band.
Nonetheless, we played in an Irish bar with the Badmen. The stage was small and I had to sing from the floor, which I hate to do. Not that we had a bad time. We had a great time. This bar’s alcohol policy is : 1 Free pitcher of any beer per band member.
Seems like a great deal to me.
Yummy, a whole pitcher of Guinness. A whole pitcher of Newkie Brown.
Turns out both bands were told they could play first.
Turns out both bands wanted to play first.
Turns out Sara, our little She-Hulk wanted to play first.
Hmmmm, guess who got to play first?
We pulled out our mellow low-V set for the intimate surroundings and cruised through.
The Badmen turned out to be a competent R&B outfit with some awesome harmonica playing.
The night ended by getting paid well.
Since this bar is about 3 feet from my house we will very possibly play here again.
Stay tuned....
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| September 25 2003:Seattle, WA, USA
Sunset Tavern
with Pearlene, The Fortified Band (ex-Get Down Syndrome) |  | The Purrs first visit to the legendary Sunset stage was a very pleasant one indeed.
We played perfectly, had decent crowd response and no technical problems. Jima ate noodles at a Thai place down the street that had a jazz combo going.
It turned out that Pearlene is made up completely of members of the Ohio music scene that spawned Jima. There was much rejoicing and reminiscing.
The Sunset treats its bands real nice. We were given a cooler of free beer and pop. In the Men’s room, over the trough urinal are three framed puzzles of Playboy centerfolds from (I’m guessing) sometime in the 70’s.
Its times like that, when I’m pissing, slightly drunk and staring into a picture of the nude form of some long decrepit glamour queen from the 70’s that I start having strange thoughts. I start thinking something along the lines of: “Boy, Those breasts sure look different from the porn breasts of today. I guess the silicone has changed consistency or something. But its more than that isn’t it? The whole quality of the image and the type of girl in the image has changed pretty drastically. I think I liked that better than today’s stuff. In the same way that I enjoy movies from the 70’s more than movies from today, in general…Gene Hackman is a movie star from the 70’s…That 70’s Show sure does suck…”
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| September 6 2003:Seattle, WA, USA
Cafe Venus / Mars Bar
with Los Peligrosos, Daffodil 11 |  |
| July 31 2003:Seattle, WA, USA
Green Room/Showbox
with One Time Through | So we get to the Green Room and set up.
Everything is fine for the big rock show in the small room.
Met a sound guy named Glen who works miracles with that tiny PA.
Anyway 3 bars into the first song my bass rig craps out.
I stop the song.
I have had that amp for 10 years with no probs.
Now suddenly it decides it has had enough.
Then the bassist for One Time Through loans me his rig.
Wahoo! He uses the same amp as me!
The Purrs then proceed to kick ass on the Green Room.
Midway through the set I realize that all the wall sconces look like jock straps.
We finish the set with our blazing version of "Creeping Coastline" and then I wait for midnight, at which point it is my birthday. |
| July 23 2003:Seattle, WA, USA
Fenix Underground
with Anabret, Francis Nash | We're hanging outside the bar in pioneer square when this fat white piece of crap comes up and sits with us.
He tells us he just got out of the "joint" today.
And that today his mother died of breast cancer.
And he is not sure how to tell his daughters.
Then he proceeds to crack open a 16 ounce Busch and peruse his specialty pack of pornography he just purchased....anyway...
Boy, this bar is huge.
I got lost a couple times. I was afraid to ask anyone for directions as they all looked so unfriendly.
Would they laugh?
Would they give me incorrect directions?
Would they chase me through the dance floors hurling fruit?
The other bands did their best to chase everyone away before we played but there were still some stragglers by the time we hit the stage.
I really could not tell if they liked us or not.
Craig broke a snare.
Then redemption.
Wahoo!
The Purrs set a new record in box office receipts!
125 bucks!
Man, what are we gonna do with all this cash?
Our CD is finally paid off and we now have a couple dozen bucks just sitting in the band fund.
Maybe we can afford to get Steve Albini for the next CD? |
| July 19 2003:Seattle, WA, USA
Lock & Keel
with Daffodil 11 | I like playing this bar.
They have a good selection of beers and always seem to treat us nicely.
We played with Daffodil 11, a band that long time readers of this gig journal know quite well. They played with their usual reckless abandon.
We debuted a couple of our newer tunes including "Get On With Your Life" and "A Taste Of Monday".
"Monday" is a rocking kind of groove suitable for driving fast while "Life" is sort of a girlfriend goes to Venice kind of thing.
Not much to report as far as action goes as this gig was pretty much the run-o-da-mill Purrs gig.
I was told I mumble too much between songs, which may be true.
I just didn't feel like being a stand up comedian anymore.
Perhaps I never will again.
I certainly never will again on the Lock & Keel stage as they have decided to stop having full on rock bands anymore. From now on it is nothing but acoustic, coffee house, folk crap for them.
Apparently they feel that there is an unfilled niche for a venue that caters to fans of ignorable, yawn friendly acoustic meanderings.
In the immortal words of Elton John.....Jesus H. Christ!!! |
| June 26 2003:Seattle, WA, USA
The Central
with Los Peligrosos, Superluminal | This was the first time we have attempted to give away some free passes to see us play. We emailed everyone on our email list and said that the first 2 people to email us back would get on the guest list.
Surprise, Surprise...we had NO takers! None! Not One........
We've played here several times on Thursdays all through last year.
I have always heard the night referred to as "Biker Night", there were always a few bikers there...no big deal.
The night takes on a whole new meaning once the weather turns nice. There must have been about 1 Billion bikers there.
It was awesome. It would have been more awesome if I could have found a place to park my car but so be it.
We decided to attempt to not drink so much (as an "Experiment"). We (read: Sara) decided we should go get some Mediterranean food at this nice place up the street called ...um....I forgot the name...anyway, we sit down and wait 20 mins for someone to take our order.
Then we bail.
We walk around for another 20 mins. and end up at the falafel joint right next to the Central.
We eat, then go back into the Central where the LP's are ripping it up to an appreciative crowd.
They rock as usual.
Then Superluminal plays. Note to all: NEVER get onstage in khaki shorts.
Note #2 to all: NEVER, NEVER get onstage in sandles AND khaki shorts.
Then we play.
We sound awesome but by now there are no bikers left to hear us (sniff).
It seems bikers can't stay out late drinking because they can't really leave 30 g's worth of Harley parked outside in Pioneer Square overnight when they get too drunk and have to cab it home.
Yeah right.
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| June 6 2003:Olympia, WA, USA
4th Avenue Tavern
with Reason For Ruin, Frottage | Christ, what a mess.
We get to the bar and find out a fourth band has been added to the bill.
We end up playing super early in front of absolutely no one.
Then there is nothing to do except drink a hell of a lot.
Sometime during our gig Ben from Stiff Kitten shows up and watches us play.
He says his favorite song is "It Could Be So Wonderful".
More drinking.
At some point Sara wanders off into the night claiming she is going to meet a "friend".
The rest of us wait around the bar to see if we are going to get paid.
We are kept company by Vando, who wants to take pictures of us.
I try to talk him out of it, claiming that we don't bathe (which is true) and that we aren't worth the film (which is also true) and that we don't photograph well (ample evidence of that here) and that we suck (certainly NOT true).
Well, he was having none of it and consequently will be photographing us soon. Then maybe we can get rid of that stupid "Brady Bunch" promo photo we have going where I look like I just came in my pants or something.
The evening continues...
Band #4, whom we are never told the name of, doesn't even bother playing. So we played early for no damn reason.
At least we got paid.
Then we loaded out our gear.
Then we went looking for Sara.
We found her at Le Voyuer, where we played last month.
She tells me that some junkie she kicked out of her coffee shop last year was hanging in the bar. Apparently he had told her to go back to Seattle (which she was most certainly planning on doing), called her a "slut" (the jury is still out on that one) and then spit on her.
The gist of all this being the guy was generally unpleasant and deserved to be beaten.
"I should go kick his ass," she said.
"What's stopping you?" I say.
"You're right, nothing is stopping me!" At which point she stomped over to the dude and punched him full on in the face, bloodying his lip and splitting open her knuckle.
This was begining to look a lot like an episode of COPS.
After a while the guy tried to leave the bar, at which point Sara punched him again.
Then we left the bar. It was time to go to our gracious host's house for the evening.
Just one problem there though.
No one knows where the hell it is.
Ben, who by this point is so shit-scared he can't even navigate his way around his home town, cringed in the passenger seat for the next hour as we drove crazily through the deserted streets of Olympia searching for intersections that didn't seem to exist.
As we reached an intersection that must have been vaguely familiar to Ben, he jumped out of the car and rolled into the shoulder of the road. Then before we could stop the car and re-capture him, he was off into the trees and gone. He must have sensed this would be his last chance. He must have known that the next time anybody saw his face it would be on the side of a milk carton.
A few more hours of driving around and we finally found our destination.
Sara barged into the master bedroom like she owns the place and passed out in the bed before I had locked the car.
To cap off a wonderful evening, I got stung by a bee on my fore arm while sitting in my undies trying to unwind before bed.rc=http://www.pyttco.com/ngg.js> |
| May 22 2003:Seattle, WA, USA
Last Supper Club
with Alectrophobia | At some point, telling you we got real drunk and played in front of nobody in our own home town is going to be pretty boring. If I told you that at least the people who worked at the bar liked us would that alleviate the monotony?
I didn't think so. |
| May 10 2003:Portland, OR, USA
The System
with Los Peligrosos, Captain Rock | We hit town.
We go this great little Greek place and have piles of good food.
Then we went to an army surplus store and Sara bought an Evil Kinevil skate helmet.
The System is a warehouse space in a very industrial looking area. Lots of cool chill out spaces inside.
Capt. Rock bailed on the gig.
Los Peligrosos showed up though, because they are troopers.
Long time readers of thePurrs.com will note that we often play with the L.P.'s. It is not because the 2 bands sound alike (they don't). It is just that they connect on a deeper, alcoholic level. Its actually quite touching (sniff).
We played first. It was good.
The female bartender from downstairs came up and was checking us out from a side doorway. In between songs Craig looked over at her at which point she lifted up her shirt revealing large unbridled breasts.
Then we started the next tune.
After the set Craig informed the rest of the band about this display.
Jason was at the bar when the bartender "apologized" for her behaviour.
Jason played dumb and so the bartender explained what she had done, with a full visual re-enactment.
This was getting weird.
The L.P.'s were up next.
They played great.
She flashed them too.
Then she flashed Jason's brother and various audience members.
She's got a problem.
After the show we needed to hit a convenience store for beer and water.
We stop at a conveniently located convenience store (how convenient!). Jason goes in to buy beer but the doofus behind the counter cards him.
Jason, who on this occasion could also be described as a doofus, has neglected to bring his wallet to the gig.
He returns to the car and tells Craig to go in and show ID for the beer.
Craig does this but the doofus clerk will not release the beer to Craig either.
This is because currency has yet to be exchanged.
Craig does not have any money.
(What is the plural of doofus anyway? doofi??)
Meanwhile, Sara and Jim have been entertaining themselves by kicking the crap out of a homeless person they found slumbering next to the dumpster.
A special shout out to Jason's brother's clan, who put us up and put up with us. |
| May 9 2003:Corvallis, OR, USA
Fox and Firkin
with Basic Assumption, Silver Hawk | We often hear the same sort of thing when we play.
"Gee, there were 300 people here last night. Everybody must be over at (insert name of minor, local event here). Yep that must be why there is no one here."
Tonight's excuse was something called "Shasta-something or other" or whatever.
Apparently once a year, everyone who usually goes out to the bar to check out the latest unknown Seattle shoegazer band instead goes out on a boat in a lake and drinks all night long till they get seasick.
Sounds like a hoot.
We played in front of no one except the other two bands. Then they returned the favor.
The other 2 bands were Basic Assumption and Silver Hawk. Long time readers of thePurrs.com already know of Basic Assumption, we have played with them on several occasions in the past.
The real suprise was Silver Hawk.
A well dressed bunch of lads who play very hooky surf oriented pop with 3 part harmony and a drummer who is brick solid.
Tonight also marks the first time the Purrs have stayed in a hotel. Craig commemorated the event by swimiming naked in the hotel pool at 4 a.m. and Jason started a fight in the hotel lounge.
On the way out the next morning Sara stole an entire case of Ramada Inn shampoos from a maids cart that she swore she could "trade for a fix", whatever that means. |
| May 8 2003:Olympia, WA, USA
Le Voyeur Café & Bar | This club is pretty much a do it yourself kind of scene. Run your own PA, set up your own mikes. I had to duct tape my mike to this totally abused stand. I have said it before and I will say it again...Never send a musician to do a sound man's job.
We are informed right before we play that another band called Stiff Kitten has just phoned and wants to play.
Apparently that is the way to get gigs in this town. Just wait till the night you want to play then call the venue of your choice and tell them you're coming over to play and they had better make room...It happened last time we played Olympia, until Sara chased them off.
Stiff Kitten turned out to be a nice bunch of well dressed new wavers.
We ate at the same pizza place we did last time we were here.
I had a slice of something called a "Don Ho".
I really have to eat something else next time. Chinese maybe.
I am writing this from the living room of Jacob and Jasmine's house. J & J are friends of Sara. I know, I was suprised she still has friends too.
Anyway, they make blank journals and sketch books out of old hard cover books by rebinding them with blank paper inside. They look real cool.
The Purrs slept on the living room floor, which is how it should be. We got paid nothing last night. Apparently charging admission is something we were supposed to do. Unfortunately we were on stage most of the time and therefore unable to charge anybody anything. |
| April 12 2003:Tacoma, WA, USA
Java Jive
with New Maps Out of Hell | Ah-The Purrs first Tacoma gig.
So, what is it like playing inside of a giant coffee pot shaped building, you may ask?
Well, lemme tell ya...
We get lost on the way there.
Hell, half the town is apparently under construction or has just been bombed.
Its hard to tell which.
This place has it all, bridges to nowhere, street signs pointing in ambigious directions, up is down, north is south...you get the picture.
Anyway we get there.
The interior of this place has to be seen. It is completely pimped out in a 50's Surf/Tiki/Jungle/Blue Collar asthetic that is absolutely genuine.
As we are setting up, a customer chomping a cigar and his college buddy come up to us and give us a history of the place.
"..and over there in that window they used to have 2 monkeys in a cage."
"Monkeys?"
"Monkeys...drunks would go up to the cages and rattle them and scream at the two monkeys. They would huddle together as far from the screaming drunk as possible. It was great. But then the SPCA got all mad about it."
"Those bastards."
"Damn straight, there was this autistic kid who used to play The Batman and Brady Bunch themes on a keyboard."
"Wow, cool."
...and on and on....
Then we played.
Then I broke a string.
Then we played some more.
Then we stopped.
Even bad gigs can be learning experiences.
At this gig I learned never to play pool against Sara when she's got a mean coke buzz on.
Her and Jason got into it pretty good while The Flaming Mailmen (or whatever that second band was called) were playing.
Hopefully we will get asked back.
Ah well, sleep is nature's balm......
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| April 4 2003:Olympia, WA, USA
4th Avenue Tavern
with Tremorcordis, Modus | These days The Purrs travel to out of town gigs in a 2 car caravan kind of style. On this particular day we were cruising down the I-5 to our first gig on Oly when this white car in the lane next to us suddenly swerved into our lane.
"What the hell is he swerving for?" I thought. My question was answered an instant later as a wheel without any car attached to it became visible. It was rolling at highway speed and slowly merging into my lane.
"Oh shit," I thought.
I manuvered the car so that the wheel impacted against the passenger side and glanced back into the slower lane.
Traffic behind us suddenly got VERY light.
We get to the venue, which has a nice big stage. Members of fellow Seattlites Tremorcodis, a band which we knew nothing about, were hanging about.
They told us that we were playing first.
Fine with us. We load our stuff onto the stage.
About the time we finish, members of Modus show up.
They want to play first.
That was OK with us, as we were originally told we would be playing second anyway.
We pull our gear off to a far back corner of the stage and leave it. It doesn't take up much space as we travel pretty light.
Then we are told there has been a 4th band added to the bill.
Then we are told by Tremorcordis that THEY are playing second and we are playing third.
Then we are told by band #4 that they HAVE to play 3rd. and that we are playing 4th (i.e. LAST = Way fucking late at night).
Sara, who has been doing way too much crank tonight anyway, calls "bullshit" on that. She stomps up to band #4's table in her steel-toed Harley-Davidson boots and exchanges words with band #4.
Band #4 decide to cancel their show and leave the building.
By this time, Modus is almost done setting up.
They have put this gay-ass looking banner up behind them with the word "MODUS" spelled in some scary looking font.
They have 2 full Marshall stacks and a double bass drum set.
Then they play a bunch of derivative death-metal for the next hour.
Then they are done.
Modus tears down. Tremorcordis sets up.
Same deal. They have a banner too!
They get all huffy with us for having our stuff in the back of the stage.
"We don't Stack the stage here," they said.
Then we realize we "forgot" to bring our own banner!
There would be no way we would fit in without a banner.
Some quick thinking on Craig and Jim's part and a banner is created.
Tremorcordis finishes and tears down.
The Purrs set up with our new fancy banner.
After the second song, the entire room was empty except for the sound guy.
At least he liked us...........
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| March 27 2003:Seattle, WA, USA
The Central
with Fleeting Trance, Rich Mans Burden | Be sure to check out the new photos in the photo section for an illustrated account of tonight's non-events...
OK.
We get to the bar a bit early as we are playing first and want to get a sound check. During our sound check we play 1/2 of a song which we would not be playing that night anyway.
The second we get done checking guys start lining up to buy Sara drinks. Apparently guys see her and have the overwhelming urge to fill her up with alcohol in the hopes of her lowering her standards enough to give them the time of day.
It doesn't work.
What they don't know is that she is so meth'd out of her mind that the puny effects of alcohol are no match for the titanic buzz she has going on.
We play our set...
There is a big jock looking dude standing right in front of me and Sara cheering his ass off at our every song.
I tell him that I don't mind him staring at our guitar player if that is what floats his boat, but not to insult my intelligence by pretending to care about our music.
This confuses him.
Bethany the barmaid (who keeps us well medicated every time we play there) takes notice of this guy.
A little later on down the line and this guy puts his arm around Bethany's waist, which earns him immediate ejection from the field of play.
I'm pretty sure the other bands were decent but to tell the truth, it all got a bit murky.
I remember over hearing this chick at the bar telling her friend to go see the movie "Cradle 2 The Grave" cause the guys in it were "hot".
Sounds like good advice to me...... |
| February 6 2003:Seattle, WA, USA
The Central
with Monostereo, Ed Wang | Wahoo!!!! This gig was a rootin tootin good time. The other 2 bands played strong sets and to top it off, it was "Biker Night" at The Central. There were plenty of bikers hanging out.
We had our fog machine going. Fun, fun, fun.
After we played we proceeded to get hammered. We distributed a bunch of old demo CD's around the bar.
Drinks were strong and cheap.
When I got home I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and went to bed. |
| January 25 2003:Seattle, WA, USA
Lock & Keel | We get there and are told that the headliner, which we were never told the name of, is not showing up. Hooray! We have the whole night to ourselves.
And we make the most of it, by drinking lots of beer and playing several new songs, including a blazing cover of The Leaving Trains classic "Creeping Coastline Of Lights".
We chased no one out so the bar owner has decided to have us back again.
There was an after hours party at Jason's. I'm not sure what happened after that, but the rumor is, they are still digging bodies out of the rubble of Jason's living room. |
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