Show Journal 2001-09-01
Day 9 – This morning we drove out of the way to see Zion national park in Utah but no one wanted to spend the $20 vehicle fee so we turned around at the front gate. Cheap bastards will pay $5 for a mixed drink but won’t spend $4 to see a national monument. Finally we have a show tonight. The 4 days off in Vegas made me forget me were on tour. A girl in a gift shop asked if we were coordinating outfits because we were all wearing black shirts with white writing. Nice. Our van oil has been leaking ever since Dave and Justin took it to a shop in LA. They went for an oil change and the garage insisted that we needed to replace part of the differential because it was “going to explode” if we didn’t spend $400 to get it fixed. It’s been running fine for a long time so Dave and Jim left without fixing “the problem”. Now it leaks oil so we are very suspicious. After a few road side oil additions we eventually stopped at a truck stop and Jim climbed under the van to seal the oil leak temporarily. It appears that someone pulled the oil seal with a pair of pliers which confirms our foul play theory. Fucking mechanics. We arrived in SLC to play at a club where we played back in 1998. In fact they still had an old 800 Octane sticker in the bathroom. Judging from the floor in there that was probably the last time they cleaned it as well. Just like last time we played there the show totally sucked ass. No one was there and the people that were didn’t give a crap about us. One girl even said “I have a new worst show” as if we had tortured her finely tuned musical ears. Go home and listen to Creed you dumb bitch. I guess I don’t blame her low opinion because it couldn’t have possibly sounded that good. My wireless broke during the first song, the PA was awful (all treble), and to top it off the guy running sound was actually working at two clubs tonight. After we were done we all went outside to vent and left Kevin in the club with only the merch and the non appreciative fans around him. He said if he were keeping a journal entry it would read “Day 9 … shit on roadie” in response for leaving him in the club without a trace of our whereabouts. Sorry Kevin. Outside we met a guy known as ‘Fuckin’ A Ray’ who claims to book for a club down the street. The dude talks 100 mph and about anythying and everything that crosses his mind. Thank god for Ray since he amused us to no end and cheered us up after our dismal performance. As you can probably have guessed a club like this has to be pretty shitty to deal with and you know what … it was. They wanted to split $30 between the two bands. The door was $5 a head and by the end of the night there were at least 50-60 people there. You do the math. We’ve certainly played for less money (and gladly at that) but it sucks when you are on tour and they try to give you the shaft like that. We drove 500 miles to get there and have 500 tomorrow. I overheard Erosion arguing to the door guy saying the bands deserve more money since we (well actually they) brought the people in. The club didn’t budge so for a while it was looking like we were leaving town with a mere $15. At some point Ray left to go offer his “opinion” to the door guy as well. In the end Erosion gave us all of the door money so we left pleased knowing we did a lot better than we could of. We joked with ourselves that it was pay off money so they wouldn’t have to listen to Ray talk anymore! Actually Ray ended up buying some stuff from us so all in all the money thing turned out well. We spent another night in a truck stop somewhere in Utah.
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