Feb 2nd - Rock Rebellion - Day 02
t's only day two? My back and neck think it's day 12. Thats ok though; sore body = extreme rocking = we played a fucking sweet show the night before. The kids in NJ lost their gods-dammed minds last night, and we were more than happy to oblige them with the onslaught that is the Camaro on it's game.
Maxwell's, if you haven't been there, does just about everything right as far as being a sweet rock club: great sounding room, cool staff, and a stage just big enough to accommodate our almost full roster of singers. A couple of the dudes even managed to catch a few z's in green roo-- er, coat closet. They even fed us in the restaurant from a super-special-band-dude menu, and the grub was ample and tasty. It's really rare that we all get to sit down together for a meal, and it was our pleasure to douche up their fine establishment.
Folks were already starting to get riled up during the opening band's set. Cheeseburger straight-up kicked ass. No bullshit rock'n'roll, and a really good time. I didn't even notice until 3 songs in they didn't have a bass player, just 2 guitars. Whatever, they ruled, and as plastic beer cups rained down on band and crowd alike I was pretty sure before we even hit the stage that it'd be an epic show.
Holy crap, was it. The reason we play shows it to play shows like that-- fists and beer flying, people falling on their drunk asses, general ass-kickery all around. The place holds about 200ish (i think) and rumor had it that we'd sold out or close to it, and drawing well away from home never ceases to surprise and excite us. Kids were singing along to every song, all 15 words. Rad.
Shit was hectic (and hilarious) on stage, as per usual with packed shows with small stages. Bryn's guitar was unplugged 23583 times by Steve Trombley. Maclaine stepped on my foot 5828 times. Rod got a nice fat lip from a high-velocity microphone. During a particularly uber rendition of FYTFO, I hopped into the crowd, was upright for a second, on my back for another 5, then plummeted head-first towards the floor. Purely for self-preservation, I kicked my legs over my head in a sweet teenage-Nadia-Komenich move and landed squarely on my feet. I had just enough time to flick off the East German judge before storming back onto the stage, 100% intact and pleased that I'd yet again avoided spending 5 months in traction. We closed out the show joined by our first of many guest choir members, Matt. Nice dude, and he seemed to fit right in.
Now THAT is how a tour is kicked off. We're in it to win it from here on out. After a sweet game of trailer/gear Tetris, we triumphantly headed out to our various (free!) lodgings, ready for a nightcap and day three.
Tonite we 're in scenester-Mecca, aka Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Sounds like we're gonna have some repeat customers from last night, so with any luck we'll keep this wave of destruction going.
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