Show Journal 2002-12-07
Woke up quick at about noon just felt that I had to be in Billings soon. Compact 56 made us all breakfast today but by the time Dave and I got there we only had enough for 1 egg each. Chris sold out Dan and told us that he ate our share of the food. He’s unemployed so I am willing to forgive his sins. The tiny breakfast was a good excuse to go to Perkins and get some real food. Afterwards we went back to the house, watched a Pantera DVD for inspiration and headed out to Billings. We were a little sad that the air hockey table was gone but aside from that the Billings show was insane. The crowd was at least three times bigger than our last show there and a lot of people from the Bozeman show came all the way to Billings to see the bands again. Compact was first and sounded huge. The Front was second and although I liked them before, they sounded even better when you can hear the vocals. Derik and I particularly enjoyed their set. For our show tonight we played almost an entirely different set which made it cool for us. Coldsnap was last and this was hands down the best I’ve ever seen them play. Why? Two words … guitar spins. Derik and Eric has mastered the art of spinning their guitars around their bodies in mid song. Sometimes forwards, sometimes backwards and the highlight of them all … “the double spin”. Justin, Dave and I were completely humbled by this display of rock and roll showmanship. CS-9 is from a town just outside of Billings so this was more or less their home town. To the dismay of many people they announced that this would probably be their last show in Billings. We didn’t realize it when we booked these shows but apparently they are breaking up after this. It was kind of bittersweet to see because they are such a great band. For better or worse I’ve seen quite a few “last shows” but this one was one of the best. No one left early and everyone sang along. They got the treatment that a loved hometown band deserved and it was cool to be a part of it. Afterwards us and Compact headed back to Bozeman to the person’s house who’s name I still can’t recall.