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Saturday, September 19, 2009
Day 8
w/ Floating Goat, Sodomy Wizard, & The Devil's Own
Joel: "I'm naked in public!"
Me: "At 3:00AM. In Oakland."
Yup. Sleeping curbside in Oakland. That's new.
We were driving towards the Bay after a couple days homesteading-- it was great to be on the road and have access to showers and pets, but eventually it just made me anxious to not be on someone else's couch, watching TV. We wanted to get to San Francisco, anyway, because of the Saturday show, and we could take our time and explore the area.
Around 6:00, we got the call that a Friday show had come through: we were playing Thee Parkside, and load-in was at 9:00. After getting to Stockton (and getting ready to head west), it suddenly dawned on us: Bruno doesn't want to climb the Altamont Pass. So, up to Sacramento, down 80, and into the city. We made the venue with a half hour to spare.
Parkside has excellent bar food, and accommodating staff (we were incredibly late additions to the bill, so the band's drinks and comps were done on the fly) and a reputation for being a great place to see free shows.
It was a great show (we skewed towards the heavy and the fast for this one), and the fog machine met its paces. Michelle talked to someone who would even give us a place to stay for the night.
The only problem was... our hostess was so drunk, she kept passing out in the middle of directions. She'd wake up and tell us to turn right. This could put us back on the freeway, or into a mall parkinglot.
Eventually, after struggling with Joel's GPS app in his phone, we found this girl's address, got her there, woke her up, and got her inside. Because we're in this neighborhood, though, Joel and I are crashing in the van.
Honestly, the van's futon and wooden platform are nicer than the concrete floor the rest of them are sleeping on.
Notes from the show:
Our sound man congratulated us for having "No Marshall stacks and no Jackson guitars."
The headliner, Floating Goat, was awesome: heavy as hell, sometimes heavy groove, sometimes super thrashy fast, and with a lot of odd time (they groove in 5/4 a lot). Nice guys, too-- but a hell of a show.
Not eating all day and then devouring bar food at the venue makes me want to go into a food coma right when we go on stage. Especially after driving all day
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