"So how was your vacation? Did you go skiing or something?" one of our Cleveland friends asked.
"Um. My Vacation? No vacation here." I said. I've heard this question for the past 2 months.
"Yeah, your face is all red. Looks like you got wind burn or sun burn." the Cleveland "fan" said.
"Yeah. I have Lupus. No vacation, just Lupus." I said while sipping on my RC Cola. It was good. It cost me a dollar. No band tab here.
Cleveland is a good town. We were up at Pat's in the Flats, which is not really in the flats of Cleveland, it's more like it's next to a Coal Mine while 18-wheelers zip past every 5 minutes almost hitting tour vans.
Pat's is a small, dirty place with a small PA and small selection of alcohol and women - not the either really concerned me. We were playing with our friends band, the Battle of Gettisburgh and Skeleton Witch. It was a good bill and a good amount of people were showing up. I took turns between standing outside smoking cigerettes in the rain (this is the 6th time we've played here, and it has rained every time) and playing Mario Golf in the tour van. I was really making progress on the game. I was damn close to -10 under on the Mushroom Turny. Hard to do.
I went back inside to check out some stuff. Got another RC Cola and began to sent our equipment. We blasted through our 30 minute set in 20 minutes and quickly torn down. It was a good set.
Skeleton Witch was on next to close out the night and blew through their set. They played early 80's metal. Real tight stuff. I'd like to see them on a better PA system.
By the time they got down, it was around 2am. We loaded out and started our 2 hour drive back to Columbus.
It was around 4am that Skot and I pulled into a rest stop for a piss (Chad was passed out in the back). We parked and got out. As we were walking into the main building, a bunch of younger emo-indie-white-belt-wearing kids passed us and sneered at us. They were walking to there van. I wanted to beat them about the head and send them on their way to continue their trendy tour I'm sure they were on. Skot and I pist. Next to each other. As we always do.
We made it home and passed out at about 7am and then promptly woke up at noon to get read to go to West Virginia. Loaded up our PA from the practice space, headed over to Jesse's house and waited. Waited for the lead singer of Skot's other band, Lo-Pan. We waited and I played Mario Golf.
Finally the lead singer showed up, an hour late, and we took off for WV. Fuck.
West Virginia has some fucked up roads. What? We can blow holes through mountains and make mile long tunnels, but we can't make straight roads? And what the fuck is up the the guard rails there? The guard rail disappears at the most critical point in the turn. At each curve!!!
The drive was good.
We got in the club and started setting up right away.
"It's awesome being the lead singer. I don't have to carry shit." Dave said to me. Dave's the singer in Skot's other band, Lo-Pan.
"Um. Yeah Dave. Bigtime. Thanks." I said to him as I was putting together the PA with and Jesse's (the drummer from Lo-Pan and all around good guy).
This was Jesse's sister's bar. It was small but had a restaurant in back. It was a great setting up - including how they set us up with free food and a generous bar tab.
After we check everything, 1point3 started the night off. It was loud. The walls in the room were lined with this wavy sheet metal. The sound was loud. The locals in the town of 4000 people were not used to it. The college kids who can out to see seemed to enjoy it. Blasting through our set in 20 minutes for a bunch of people who have never heard music like ours before felt good. Every so often throughout out our set I'd glance over at Chad and Skot and just thought to myself "Fuck, I'm playing with the best drummer and bass player in the Midwest. How'd I pull that off? Oh shit here comes the chorus."
We were packing up our gear and one of the locals come over to Skot and I and said "Damn. Ain't heard nothing like that before. You done cultural shocked the bar. It was interesting. You boys are good."
The guy must have been in his late 30's. All around nice guy. Glad we have him a good shocker that night. Zing.
We loaded out and headed to Jesse's sister's house to for a party and place to sleep. We got there a bunch of locals were sitting around smoking, drinking and just passiveily partying. Partying in the kind of way that you would if it was your little brother's pet hamster just got out of the hospital. Low Key and kind of annoying.
I was sick and just wanted to sleep. So I gathered up my stuff and headed to the back room where some other dude was passed out. Jesse's sister was hot enough and kind enough to give me a sleeping bag and a pillow. As I started to get comfortable, my drummer Chad and his girl friend come in the room and lay down on the air mattress, that was apparently there. Ok, cool, this will be a slumber party i thought. I relaxed again and started to drift off when I heard the sound of skin on inflated plastic. "What? I mean huh?" i thought. I blew it off and started to close my eyes when I heard at distinct "slurping" sound. I knew for a fact that Chad was getting blown, and I could not blow that off. I put the pillow over my head and reached for my phone. I texted messaged Skot who was just out in the other room. "Chad having sex. Help" I wrote. I got no reply. I waited for a minute then I heard "pumping" sounds and that's when I knew I had to leave. Oh, I felt sorry for the other dude in that room. I stood up, put my hands over my ears - shouted "la la la la everything's fine" and quickly left the room. I don't think Chad let up for second. I was merely a single cloud on his "Sunny Day Love Voyage".
I went into the other room and sat down next to Skot.
"Right now Chad is having sex with his girl friend. Bigtime. In the face." I said matter of factly.
"Awesome." Skot replied.
I laid somewhere near the door in the living room to try to get some sleep when Dave walks in the door all wasted.
"Hey man, where's the party?" He asked in a stoner drunk on whiskey voice.
"Back there, man." Skot and I said as we pointed to the back room where I had just come from.
"Um. My Vacation? No vacation here." I said. I've heard this question for the past 2 months.
"Yeah, your face is all red. Looks like you got wind burn or sun burn." the Cleveland "fan" said.
"Yeah. I have Lupus. No vacation, just Lupus." I said while sipping on my RC Cola. It was good. It cost me a dollar. No band tab here.
Cleveland is a good town. We were up at Pat's in the Flats, which is not really in the flats of Cleveland, it's more like it's next to a Coal Mine while 18-wheelers zip past every 5 minutes almost hitting tour vans.
Pat's is a small, dirty place with a small PA and small selection of alcohol and women - not the either really concerned me. We were playing with our friends band, the Battle of Gettisburgh and Skeleton Witch. It was a good bill and a good amount of people were showing up. I took turns between standing outside smoking cigerettes in the rain (this is the 6th time we've played here, and it has rained every time) and playing Mario Golf in the tour van. I was really making progress on the game. I was damn close to -10 under on the Mushroom Turny. Hard to do.
I went back inside to check out some stuff. Got another RC Cola and began to sent our equipment. We blasted through our 30 minute set in 20 minutes and quickly torn down. It was a good set.
Skeleton Witch was on next to close out the night and blew through their set. They played early 80's metal. Real tight stuff. I'd like to see them on a better PA system.
By the time they got down, it was around 2am. We loaded out and started our 2 hour drive back to Columbus.
It was around 4am that Skot and I pulled into a rest stop for a piss (Chad was passed out in the back). We parked and got out. As we were walking into the main building, a bunch of younger emo-indie-white-belt-wearing kids passed us and sneered at us. They were walking to there van. I wanted to beat them about the head and send them on their way to continue their trendy tour I'm sure they were on. Skot and I pist. Next to each other. As we always do.
We made it home and passed out at about 7am and then promptly woke up at noon to get read to go to West Virginia. Loaded up our PA from the practice space, headed over to Jesse's house and waited. Waited for the lead singer of Skot's other band, Lo-Pan. We waited and I played Mario Golf.
Finally the lead singer showed up, an hour late, and we took off for WV. Fuck.
West Virginia has some fucked up roads. What? We can blow holes through mountains and make mile long tunnels, but we can't make straight roads? And what the fuck is up the the guard rails there? The guard rail disappears at the most critical point in the turn. At each curve!!!
The drive was good.
We got in the club and started setting up right away.
"It's awesome being the lead singer. I don't have to carry shit." Dave said to me. Dave's the singer in Skot's other band, Lo-Pan.
"Um. Yeah Dave. Bigtime. Thanks." I said to him as I was putting together the PA with and Jesse's (the drummer from Lo-Pan and all around good guy).
This was Jesse's sister's bar. It was small but had a restaurant in back. It was a great setting up - including how they set us up with free food and a generous bar tab.
After we check everything, 1point3 started the night off. It was loud. The walls in the room were lined with this wavy sheet metal. The sound was loud. The locals in the town of 4000 people were not used to it. The college kids who can out to see seemed to enjoy it. Blasting through our set in 20 minutes for a bunch of people who have never heard music like ours before felt good. Every so often throughout out our set I'd glance over at Chad and Skot and just thought to myself "Fuck, I'm playing with the best drummer and bass player in the Midwest. How'd I pull that off? Oh shit here comes the chorus."
We were packing up our gear and one of the locals come over to Skot and I and said "Damn. Ain't heard nothing like that before. You done cultural shocked the bar. It was interesting. You boys are good."
The guy must have been in his late 30's. All around nice guy. Glad we have him a good shocker that night. Zing.
We loaded out and headed to Jesse's sister's house to for a party and place to sleep. We got there a bunch of locals were sitting around smoking, drinking and just passiveily partying. Partying in the kind of way that you would if it was your little brother's pet hamster just got out of the hospital. Low Key and kind of annoying.
I was sick and just wanted to sleep. So I gathered up my stuff and headed to the back room where some other dude was passed out. Jesse's sister was hot enough and kind enough to give me a sleeping bag and a pillow. As I started to get comfortable, my drummer Chad and his girl friend come in the room and lay down on the air mattress, that was apparently there. Ok, cool, this will be a slumber party i thought. I relaxed again and started to drift off when I heard the sound of skin on inflated plastic. "What? I mean huh?" i thought. I blew it off and started to close my eyes when I heard at distinct "slurping" sound. I knew for a fact that Chad was getting blown, and I could not blow that off. I put the pillow over my head and reached for my phone. I texted messaged Skot who was just out in the other room. "Chad having sex. Help" I wrote. I got no reply. I waited for a minute then I heard "pumping" sounds and that's when I knew I had to leave. Oh, I felt sorry for the other dude in that room. I stood up, put my hands over my ears - shouted "la la la la everything's fine" and quickly left the room. I don't think Chad let up for second. I was merely a single cloud on his "Sunny Day Love Voyage".
I went into the other room and sat down next to Skot.
"Right now Chad is having sex with his girl friend. Bigtime. In the face." I said matter of factly.
"Awesome." Skot replied.
I laid somewhere near the door in the living room to try to get some sleep when Dave walks in the door all wasted.
"Hey man, where's the party?" He asked in a stoner drunk on whiskey voice.
"Back there, man." Skot and I said as we pointed to the back room where I had just come from.
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