Sunday, November 02, 2008

last night @ the moon

...was off the chain.

the transistor tramps and fellow americans both kicked much ass. the bar was decked out with spooky shit from the night before, and the h.c.-riverside crew arrived in skeleton drag from cary and calvin's dia de los muertos party. ray-boy wore full skeleton regalia, including black face paint and a top hat. matt was a roman emperor with gilded converse (and glasses, which he lost at one point during the set). jon thought about going home to get his goat head from the previous night before deciding it wouldn't work because "with this band, i need to make eye contact." i was a cowboy in robin sylar's shirt, with carob powder instead of shit on my shoes, and richard was a rockstar (he and elle had half of their faces painted, plus he wore a mask for the t. tramps' set).

richard said it was "the most punk-rock set we've played yet" and the crowd seemed to dig the energy. jon was dissatisfied with his performance and felt that "neat neat neat" wasn't ready. i couldn't hear a fucking thing i played all night and i'm beginning to realize that without an andre edmonson mix, the h&k might actually be too small for the stoogeband. i had it dimed and pointed at teague so he could hear me, as a result of which i was completely inaudible out front. feh. next time, i think i'm going to ask the soundguy to mic our amps so richard and i can fire towards the center and still be heard out front. when i asked levi at the fairmount to do that, he said, "but then you'd just be louder." i need to hip him that the way to make that work is for us to turn down, as dre always has us do. oh well, next time. big mike recommends getting an extension cab, but that kinda negates the "easy load principle" i've been trying to observe. we'll see. steve said we can get another moon date in december and i think that'd be a great way to end the year before matt heads to tennessee for the holidays.

clay-boy was there and we talked PFFFFT! biz. poetschke is saying he's going to be in town and wants to play a ghostcar set, rather than sit in with us. apparently he's contacted chris perdue and everything. if clay's agreeable to that, i might have to call shuttle and tell them "thanks but sorry."

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