Big thanks to the few, the proud, the warm-hearted who eschewed leaving town during the long holiday weekend and stopped by our show at Boston University on Friday night. Some highlights:
- When we don't know exactly where the venue is located, there's a little game Scamper likes to play called "Mike tries to follow Keith while Keith does his darndest to lose him." It's a lot of fun... if you're in Keith's car. In Mike's car? Not so much.
On this night, Keith was in rare form. He took us on a roundabout route through Harvard Square traffic for some reason and then pulled one of the biggest asshole driving moves I've ever seen, faking that he was going into the right lane and then quickly juking to the left around a bus into oncoming traffic. Really, it was a sight to behold.
Elapsed time getting from Somerville to BU: 43 minutes.
- As we approached the venue, we were shocked at the ample parking on Comm. Ave. This would seem to be a good thing for us until you realized... there's never ample parking on Comm. Ave. Either all the BU students were out of town for the holiday weekend or the famous BU CHUDS had gone on a vicious co-ed eating spree. We were hoping for the latter, if only for the high probability that the college students getting devoured would be part of an a capella group.
- For all the crazy ideas we thought to put into our hospitality rider, we ended up with just some vitamin water. Sadly, Vinny's idea of asking for a "case of condoms and a freshman facebook" was not executed. Because I'm so mature, I did manage to share that particular joke with the kids during my show banter, much to their horror/booing.
- As predicted by the parking situation, the show was sparsely attended. But the handful of dreamers that did show up were fan-fucking-tastic. We played for well over an hour, having a blast with the audience and even dipping into a few old Scamper deep cuts.
Despite the small audience, Scamper had a great time at the show. We hope to come back to BU soon and entertain the young 'uns. And that has everything to do with the great audience and very little to do with the GIANT wad of cash the University gave us to perform. College gigs, man.
But before we get back to the college rah-rah gigs, we need to open for OK Go on Thursday at Avalon. If you haven't got your ticket yet, sign up for the Phoenix thingy. Hurry up! It's getting down to the wire!
- When we don't know exactly where the venue is located, there's a little game Scamper likes to play called "Mike tries to follow Keith while Keith does his darndest to lose him." It's a lot of fun... if you're in Keith's car. In Mike's car? Not so much.
On this night, Keith was in rare form. He took us on a roundabout route through Harvard Square traffic for some reason and then pulled one of the biggest asshole driving moves I've ever seen, faking that he was going into the right lane and then quickly juking to the left around a bus into oncoming traffic. Really, it was a sight to behold.
Elapsed time getting from Somerville to BU: 43 minutes.
- As we approached the venue, we were shocked at the ample parking on Comm. Ave. This would seem to be a good thing for us until you realized... there's never ample parking on Comm. Ave. Either all the BU students were out of town for the holiday weekend or the famous BU CHUDS had gone on a vicious co-ed eating spree. We were hoping for the latter, if only for the high probability that the college students getting devoured would be part of an a capella group.
- For all the crazy ideas we thought to put into our hospitality rider, we ended up with just some vitamin water. Sadly, Vinny's idea of asking for a "case of condoms and a freshman facebook" was not executed. Because I'm so mature, I did manage to share that particular joke with the kids during my show banter, much to their horror/booing.
- As predicted by the parking situation, the show was sparsely attended. But the handful of dreamers that did show up were fan-fucking-tastic. We played for well over an hour, having a blast with the audience and even dipping into a few old Scamper deep cuts.
Despite the small audience, Scamper had a great time at the show. We hope to come back to BU soon and entertain the young 'uns. And that has everything to do with the great audience and very little to do with the GIANT wad of cash the University gave us to perform. College gigs, man.
But before we get back to the college rah-rah gigs, we need to open for OK Go on Thursday at Avalon. If you haven't got your ticket yet, sign up for the Phoenix thingy. Hurry up! It's getting down to the wire!






9 Comments:
I never knew the power of control I had over BU females until Friday.
It was awesome.
I never knew the power of control I had over BU females until Friday.
It was awesome.
what?
You must forgive our Stacy. She's under the mistaken impression that a) the hundreds of people reading this journal every day know who she is and b) they can read her mind.
I'm well aware no one knows me.
There was no need to read my mind. I was discussing my power over the crowd.
Tony will back me up.
Ask a stupid question...
Stacy was able to get them to hoot on command. But there wasn't any "obeying her every command" which would have been sexy.
so you're saying when you hooted, they hooted too?
audiences tend to do that.
showed their hooters.
Aww, sounds like fun.
You guys need to play a show when I don't have a show. Uh huh. Yup.
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