Big big BIG thanks to all the Scamps who braved the whipping snowy winds and the late night set time to rock out with us at Great Scott last night. The ever-popular highlights:
- Our fearless leader Keith, who had been valiantly fighting a bad cold all week, showed up to the venue very very high on cold medication. This turn of events was in turns exasperating and utterly hilarious. To begin soundcheck, we had to pry him away from the video shooting game. Oh, he wasn't actually playing the video shooting game. He was just putting the toy pistol down the front of his pants and quick-drawing it. I swear to Jebus I am not making this up.
During soundcheck I asked him, "Which did you take - DayQuil or NyQuil?" He looked back at me, his eyes glazed and distant, and replied, "Well... it's night, isn't it?"
- Keith's fogginess aside, our peeps came out ready to rock. One particularly exuberant young lady (who shall remain nameless) was not only excited about the Scamperock, but apparently was enamored with her breasts. She flashed her bra to a few random strangers in the men's room and then forced Nate and me to feel her up. It was horrible. Horrible, I say. The sacrifices I make for being a rock star.
- Well after midnight, we finally hit the stage. Great Scott has one of the best sound systems on which we've played, so it felt pretty good up there. I know I've said it before, but being able to perform for you guys is the best part of my life. Once I'm up there and I look out to see you cats and kittens dancing and singing along with the music, I forget how tired, sick and cranky I am. You all rock. I wish I could gently spoon each and every one of you until you drift to into a peaceful fluffy sleep.
Did I miss anything?
- Our fearless leader Keith, who had been valiantly fighting a bad cold all week, showed up to the venue very very high on cold medication. This turn of events was in turns exasperating and utterly hilarious. To begin soundcheck, we had to pry him away from the video shooting game. Oh, he wasn't actually playing the video shooting game. He was just putting the toy pistol down the front of his pants and quick-drawing it. I swear to Jebus I am not making this up.
During soundcheck I asked him, "Which did you take - DayQuil or NyQuil?" He looked back at me, his eyes glazed and distant, and replied, "Well... it's night, isn't it?"
- Keith's fogginess aside, our peeps came out ready to rock. One particularly exuberant young lady (who shall remain nameless) was not only excited about the Scamperock, but apparently was enamored with her breasts. She flashed her bra to a few random strangers in the men's room and then forced Nate and me to feel her up. It was horrible. Horrible, I say. The sacrifices I make for being a rock star.
- Well after midnight, we finally hit the stage. Great Scott has one of the best sound systems on which we've played, so it felt pretty good up there. I know I've said it before, but being able to perform for you guys is the best part of my life. Once I'm up there and I look out to see you cats and kittens dancing and singing along with the music, I forget how tired, sick and cranky I am. You all rock. I wish I could gently spoon each and every one of you until you drift to into a peaceful fluffy sleep.
Did I miss anything?
5 Comments:
To add to the Keith video game saga: after the quickdraw, he would aim the pistols at the golf game NEXT to the shoot-em-up game. He was shooting GOLFERS.
Fellas,
Apropos of nothing, I was walking to my shrink yesterday when a song came on my iPod (which I keep on shuffle 99% of the time).
Anywho, I was listening but couldn't place the song. I was like "What is this? This fucking rocks!"
It was Escaping Flatlands and I listened to it twice then listened to your whole record.
I mean, I've heard it before, but I think yesterday was the first time that I was like "Damn."
Nice work.
Joe you cured my flu. Thanks man.
i have absolutely nothing to say about this journal entry...
Yeah, I figured you wouldn't. Hee hee.
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