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Sunday, September 13, 2009
Day 2
w/ Stag Bitten & Blicky
Sitting on the street in Portland reminds me of Austin. At least the Austin of Linklater's Slacker.
Hmm... shows at The Know end at 11:00. We've played here before, and that must have slipped my mind somehow: pretty early for a show to be over with a few hours to last call. Last night there was massive incoherence by the time we wrapped up... It was a smaller crowd, but (maybe due to sobriety) the people who were there tended to be attentive and very into what was going on.
That, and there's a bouncy stage. A small, bouncy stage. So it's difficult to fit us all in there, and every time Tyler hits a drum, he goes a little Super Mario (boing!). Joel and I had never actually set up side by side before... it felt a little arena rock. Synchronized headbanging! Cyclocosmia may never be the same.
Stag Bitten deferred their money from the show tonight, too: the door money was split between us and Blicky (also from Seattle, so they need gas money, too). I go into any given night assuming an even split... but people seem to be very courteous about other folks' road expenses.
Portland's close enough that we know people (Portland bands come up to Seattle all the time), so we have a place to sleep... but it just occurred to me that there's no way five of us can take showers at a borrowed house. I hadn't thought of that before.
That braces up tight against the tragedy of Road Funk: I don't know what it is about car travel that makes you greasy while you sit still, but something about freeway travel is inherently gross.
Quote of the day: "That cat looks like a pop tart."
A few stray road observations:
- you laugh these things off when you hear about them, but the Tacoma Aroma is no myth-- if you can see the dome, you're probably smelling the smell.
- the carpool lane is a pretty neat invention... except for the one spot that leads you to a stop sign, an overpass, a roundabout, and back onto the same express lane you left. Does that make any sense?
- I sometimes forget how pretty this part of the country is.
- After two days, we have lost the key to the trailer's deadbolt and a piccolo snare. If we continue at this rate, we'll be hitchhiking home.
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