The Nation's Capital
The Ott show was in the basement of an apartment, a smaller but nicer (brick) version of the ones on Chebucto. By the time W and I got back from record/underwear shopping there were already quite a few people there. Looking around, I could tell we'd be playing for people who understand what we do. This felt very good. I was more pumped for this show than perhaps any other on tour.
There was just one other band on the bill - a 7 or 8-piece, spastic, post-something band. They were awesome! I took a ton of pictures, as well as some video. One of the best bands we played with on this tour.
It was really hot down there, and crowded. A 6'6 guy would not have been able to stand up straight. Nevertheless, we were in our element. Bar shows with uptight sound guys aren't great for BB. Wide open spaces don't work either because it's harder to send and receive visual cues, and also because it feels like we're whacking the audience with a smaller bat. If I may use such a metaphor.
We opened with a tune from the purple record, and things got a little topsy-turvy when a crash cymbal hit the deck. We recovered and did a bunch of shit from the new album. The sound was a little uneven, but things were going well. The real test would be the 'Dick. It was awesome... we must have had seven people gathered around two extra floor toms. Band and audience were one. Hell yeah!
I figured we'd stop there. B-Dick usually feels like a closer to me, but we had skipped Track 6 and T wanted to do it. I wasn't gonna complain, I love playing that song. But the stifling conditions in the room had taken their toll on W, who'd been playing like a maniac, as usual. Halfway through... you know what happened. But in a weird twist, he seemed to get it all out during the short guitar breaks so he never missed a beat! I didn't even know until the song was over. Apparently it was mostly on the snare and had been flying back at him with every hit. Ew! Now that's dedication to the craft.
The audience was justifiably concerned, but we let them know this was not unusual given W's condition. Naturally, he cleaned it all up after he'd had a chance to recover.
People seemed into the us, and it was one of the most fun shows of tour for me. The apartment is right across the street from the police station but we were not hassled by The Man. We sold a little bit of merch, and probably have enough in the band fund for gas money home (all of our gas money came from what we earned on tour). We hung around for a bit afterward, then headed to Mtl to crash at Ross' place. We got here at like 3:15 am and he had to get up for work at 5:30. The man's awesomeness is above question.
This is the last stop of tour: a bar show and a party tonight, with lots of cool bands/people in attendance. I think it'll be a great end to this crazy trip.
There was just one other band on the bill - a 7 or 8-piece, spastic, post-something band. They were awesome! I took a ton of pictures, as well as some video. One of the best bands we played with on this tour.
It was really hot down there, and crowded. A 6'6 guy would not have been able to stand up straight. Nevertheless, we were in our element. Bar shows with uptight sound guys aren't great for BB. Wide open spaces don't work either because it's harder to send and receive visual cues, and also because it feels like we're whacking the audience with a smaller bat. If I may use such a metaphor.
We opened with a tune from the purple record, and things got a little topsy-turvy when a crash cymbal hit the deck. We recovered and did a bunch of shit from the new album. The sound was a little uneven, but things were going well. The real test would be the 'Dick. It was awesome... we must have had seven people gathered around two extra floor toms. Band and audience were one. Hell yeah!
I figured we'd stop there. B-Dick usually feels like a closer to me, but we had skipped Track 6 and T wanted to do it. I wasn't gonna complain, I love playing that song. But the stifling conditions in the room had taken their toll on W, who'd been playing like a maniac, as usual. Halfway through... you know what happened. But in a weird twist, he seemed to get it all out during the short guitar breaks so he never missed a beat! I didn't even know until the song was over. Apparently it was mostly on the snare and had been flying back at him with every hit. Ew! Now that's dedication to the craft.
The audience was justifiably concerned, but we let them know this was not unusual given W's condition. Naturally, he cleaned it all up after he'd had a chance to recover.
People seemed into the us, and it was one of the most fun shows of tour for me. The apartment is right across the street from the police station but we were not hassled by The Man. We sold a little bit of merch, and probably have enough in the band fund for gas money home (all of our gas money came from what we earned on tour). We hung around for a bit afterward, then headed to Mtl to crash at Ross' place. We got here at like 3:15 am and he had to get up for work at 5:30. The man's awesomeness is above question.
This is the last stop of tour: a bar show and a party tonight, with lots of cool bands/people in attendance. I think it'll be a great end to this crazy trip.
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