Show Journal 1999-10-30
For Halloween this year, we dressed as an 80’s metal band. We played our heavy metal guitars, wore big silly wigs, tight clothes, animal print boots and Lyle even brought along “the package.” In fact one girl wanted to touch it and we have the picture to prove it.
Show Journal 1999-10-28
The show tonight totally rocked! I’m not to sure what the “general public” thinks of our new lineup, but the past couple of shows have been so much fun to play. I’m sure that means more energetic shows as well. I find myself laughing and having fun which is a new experience. Playing live is always fun, but this is like a whole new world. Maybe someday we will let Lyle be an official member. Ha! Anyway, I’ve decided that when Cookie is having a good show with a good crowd they could quite possibly be the best band in the north west. Well, besides us of course. Their new drummer rocks, and I think everyone there had a great time watching their set. Unfortunately I had to duck out and missed the other bands set so I don’t have much else to report from the show.
Show Journal 1999-10-17
Today’s show was a little weird right from the get go. First off, it was at a chinese restaurant. Second it was early and all ages (which is also a very welcome change from typical portland shows). If you are familiar with Stach and the Rapes or Antiworld then you will understand the strangest part of all. Let me explain a little. Statch plays punk rock straight out of 77. Antiworld plays goth punk rock straight out of 83. Thier fans like music straight out of 77 and 83 and dress like they are straight out of 77 and 83. In simpler terms we played to a club (ok, restaurant) full of spikes, mohawks, dyed hair, ripped clothes, safety pins, makeup and tattoos. And then there was us. Don’t get me wrong everyone was totally cool and fun to hang out with but for the casual observer it just looked a little wrong. It got really funny when we started playing, because you could just see it in their eyes … “Do I like this? It’s fast and it’s loud and it seems cool but I’m not sure if it’s punk.” By the end everyone seemed to dig it but I do think we caught a lot of people off guard. That’s probably more than you ever wanted to know about this show, but the bottom line is that it was still way fun. Statch played real well, and Antiworld’s halloween props could not be beat. Shows like this always make stop to think about how un-punk we truly appear but at the same time it’s always cool to playing to people that might not normally come see you. The only thing that sucked was that I forgot my camera to take some “pictures” for Statch.
Show Journal 1999-10-09
I can’t believe we hadn’t been to Bend in almost 2 years. The club has changed names but the town still seemed the the same. The drive down was interesting. Jim invented a new game called “freak the driver.” If you are familiar with Jerry Springer you can already imagine how this works. Here’s what you do, at some point during the drive (when you feel inspired) one of the passengers gets up and in true hoochie fashion you grind the back of the seat of the driver. It sounds stupid now and, well, it is. The show went pretty well. This was the first show where Jim was our “official” drummer and to mix things up even more we also had an appearance by Lyle, our “unofficial” guitar player. This was our first show as a 4 piece since 1996. Oddly it didn’t seem weird at all. Between the four of us, we provided more rock than the feeble little club could handle. They kept asking us to turn down during our set because “people can’t hear anything because of the volume.” How sad. The other bands were pretty cool to watch, but unfortunately we had to leave early to make the trek home back to Portland and didn’t get to hang out much. The drive home was interesting, topics ranged from investments to clown penis’s. Also, if you ever come see us play, be sure to ask Lyle about his ill fated trip to Spokane in his previous band. I laughed, I cried, it was better than Battle Dome. Thanks to Conor for putting on the show and the kids at the show for not rioting this time.
Show Journal 1999-09-11
Today’s show was unexpected. We got a call Friday night asking if we wanted to play a demo show for a local skate shop on Saturday morning. They said was it was an outdoor show with skate ramps and bands … sounded good to me. So we tracked down Jim (our borrowed drummer from tour), said yes and sure enough by noon the next day we were setting up getting ready to play a show. The weirdest thing about the show was that it was in the parking lot of a National Guard Armory and coincidentally was sponsored by the National Guard. I guess Guard enrollment is getting pretty low if they are recruiting local skaters. Anyway, the show was marginal at best. It’s difficult to be really into your own music when everyone is sitting down and passively listening. It was such a nice day out and with all the ramps and skating it was hard to really pay too much attention to the bands. Still it was fun so thanks to Ollie’s Skate Shop for putting on the show.
Show Journal 1999-08-21
Day 15 – Last show of the tour. To prepare for tonight’s event, we sat around Jim’s house, ate pizza and went swimming all day. We saw a big snake by the pool which really has nothing to do with the band, but it was pretty cool. We pushed on to Ashland and were greeted at the club by Jim’s girlfriend and Dave’s girlfriend. The ensuing barrage of cuteness and “I missed you” was disgusting and depressing for me. If anyone tells you that “chicks dig guitar players” don’t believe them. It’s a lie that was designed to trick people like me into thinking you can be cool. Anyway, here’s the highlight of the whole tour. We’re sitting outside the club in an alley contemplating the show and literally out of the darkness comes Nate Dawg, our roadie from the last tour and our good friend. Bear in mind that we are 300 miles from Portland. Man it was great seeing him again. Most people don’t realize that going on the tour is a big deal for us. Jen came too which rekindled by love life depression, but who cares, it was the coolest and most perfectly timed moment I’ve seen in a long time. That totally made the show for me and we hadn’t even played yet. The show itself went pretty well. Not too many people, but the ones who were there seemed to appreciate it. We ended up driving home that night. (Well actually Sesha drove, Dave slept and I just sat there and ate beef jerky). The final mileage (a.k.a. – the painometer) finished just a hair over 7200 miles. Ouch. I guess all in all it was success. The three cancelled shows and ensuing downtime was the hardest. The drives were fun, the shows were great and everyone we met was very supportive. I got to see many new parts of the country and got to see about a dozen things that started with “world’s largest.” I know we made some new fans along the way which is really the best part about it all. Thanks to all the bands, bartenders, sound guys, booking people and everyone else who helped us on the road. Oh yeah, one more fuck you to the Ford dealer in Philip, SD. Also, I need to take a second to thank Jim for coming out on the road for us. Bryan left some pretty big shoes to fill, but I think Jim filled them and made us remember why we are doing this to begin with. I’m not sure what his plans are for the future, but I’m sure we’ll be down for a long time. Thanks Jim.
Show Journal 1999-08-20
Day 14 – Tonight was Jim’s return to Redding and Anderson. He used to live there and play with 3 out of 4, a band who’s new incarnation was playing with us tonight. The show tonight ruled. Period. Kids slam dancing, jumping around, singing along … it was great. It was easily the most fun show on the tour. All ages shows rule and it’s even better when the kids go nuts. We got to hang with Statch and the Rapes who rocked everyone and then lived up to their name (who wants free PBR?). We stayed at Jim’s dad’s house which was a welcome change from the floor of the van.
Show Journal 1999-08-19
Day 13 – After our day of luxury and relaxation it was back to the road and we headed on to Long Beach. We left early so we could ride the Desperado – the 200 foot tall roller coaster on the CA/NV border. Unfortunately, it was closed and we ended up getting to Long Beach several hours ahead of time. We saw the world largest thermometer on the way. Speaking of which, it’s been over 100 degrees ever since Illinois. Portland summers are usually between 75-80 degrees, so this 100 degree thing has been quite a change for us. The rumor is true, traffic really does suck in LA. Long Beach scares me because of the gang stuff there. Nothing in particular happened, but I felt uneasy the whole day afraid I was going to get shot again. A local record store (45 Revolution) was putting on the show tonight so we went to hang out there for a while. From there we did some some more record shopping and then drove out to see the Queen Mary to kill some time. The show tonight was kind of sketchy. There were a lot of skinheads and crusty punks tonight. I thought for sure they would hate us, but they ended up liking us and everyone ended up being cool to hang out with. It always amazes me how three relatively lame looking people like us who claim to play “punk rock” can get a good reaction in these crowds. Back to the gang thing, while packing Jim saw some guys walking around yelling LBC and as we were leaving we actually saw a ghetto bird. Anyway, the show was cool and I’ve decided I’m too paranoid. We decided to get out of LA and stayed in a truck stop somewhere on I-5.
Show Journal 1999-08-18
Day 12 – After all the nights we spent in truck stops we decided it was time to put our money to use and stay at a Casino. To our dismay we found out that they were really pricey. We were sitting around discussing where we wanted to park the van and which truck stop we should stay in that night. I really didn’t want another night in the truck stop (especially not the same one), so I decided to take one for the band. I threw down the credit card, and we ended up staying at Excalibur on me … real beds, clean bathroom, a pool and a casino … exactly what I needed on this day. Worth every penny too. Feeling much better about life, we had a breakfast buffet and went into full on tourist mode and casino hopped for most of the morning. We rode the roller coaster at NY, NY and then ended up going our separate ways. Dave and Jim went down towards Treasure Island to obtain skull mugs and see the sights. I had different plans … my goal for the day was to sit by the pool and read for a few hours. Warm, sunny, poolside and incredibly happy is how I spent the afternoon. That night we went over to the Luxor and did the buffet thing again. Afterwards we went out and cruised down the strip to watch all the free entertainment … volcanoes, fountains, pirates, etc. As for the gambling, Dave was the high roller tonight packing in $8 at the roulette table. Not me, I burned $7 in slots and Jim got away losing $2.
Show Journal 1999-08-17
Day 11 – The drive today was very nice but very uneventful. I discovered that the small broom we have is a good fly exterminator. The fly problem now dwindles each hour. We tried to stop at the ‘meteor crater’ in Arizona but it cost 9 dollars a person to see it. Can you believe it? 9 dollars to see a three mile stretch of earth caused by mother nature? We are once again out of band money thanks to the cancelled shows in Dallas and OK City. We are now paying out of our own pockets again. Before Kingman, we got on Route 66 for a while and got a glimpse of the Grand Canyon. I had only seen it from a plane, very cool. The show in Kingman rocked. The guys at the club unloaded for us and gave us a full sound check. Rock on. Cool place, nice people and they had a sound system which gives the biggest and best clubs a run for their money. The two hours of metal songs for the opening bands “soundcheck” was a bit much to endure, but after so many hours in the van my patience level is at an all time high. The show was good, and it was nice to play again. I had almost forgot why I had been the van all this time. Due to the cancellations, this was our second show in six days. Props to Deborah for selling our shirts and CD’s! The show ran late, but we decided to stay at a truck stop on the road to Las Vegas. Turns out there are no truck stops on the way to Vegas, so we ended up driving much longer than we anticipated … all the way to Vegas. We got to see the Hoover Dam which was rad. Since it was 2 in the morning, we missed the tour, but it was all lit up. More impressive than the dam, was pulling up over the mountains to see the Vegas sky line at night. There are lights as far as you can see in either direction. It was surreal, very impressive after so many miles of late night driving. By now it was really late and we discovered that Las Vegas truck stops are patrolled lots, so we ended up having to drive 20 minutes past the city to find a truck stop we could sleep in.
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