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Thursday, September 17, 2009
Day 6
w/ Flower Violence
The Sacramento show was pretty kick-ass. We did well at the Java Lounge... so well, in fact, that we've been asked back on our way north. On our way back up to Seattle, we're passing back through Sacramento and playing an in-store at R5 Records; we're now playing R5 Records and then heading over to the Java and playing another set. We even get to use the projector and fog machine there.
The day was spent doing our best to promote the show, walking through Sacramento with fliers and a staple gun. Late summer/early fall is pretty hot in north central California, and it can be tough on a bunch of Seattlites. By the time we got back to the venue, we were all kind of beat. I fell asleep on the orange couch for a bit.
and then we found out that Sacramento has a poster ban.
The other pre-show obstacle yesterday was getting some cough syrup for Michelle. If you count practice on Thursday, this was her 7th day singing, and there's a deep cough and there's some hoarseness in her speaking voice. After walking and doing some illegal postering, we got some terrible burritos, because no one wants to down that stuff on an empty stomach.
Apparently, she drank half the bottle. It didn't do anything for her throat, really, but when I was asleep on the orange couch, she was lying face down on the bench in the van, fighting the spins. She was okay by showtime, but it's a good thing Day 7 is a day off. Everyone needs a rest.
The ride to Sacramento was spent rolling and marking shirts: we got a new stack of ubik.shirts in the morning, and it's a really, really good thing, too: we sold an amazing amount of merch at the show, and we've been able to put gas into the van with show money, so far.
Tomorrow and possibly friday are days off: with the canceled Oakland show, we might just have a weekend... though we really shouldn't have played Redding, two days off might do us all some good. Joel doesn't want to be anywhere near an instrument for a bit, and Michelle's recuperating. I'm a little sore in my fingertips. No complaints from Tyler, though... which is strange, especially since we've been playing The Planet's Kerploding! pretty regularly. Planets is mostly instrumental, so it rests Michelle's voice, but it's an endurance test on the drums: nearly constant 16th notes on the high hat.
Notes from the road:
We're not really on the road right now. This is our second night at Michelle's mom's house, with showers, towels, fluffy cats, and happy dogs. We came here after sleeping at the rest stop, took showers, played Stockton, came back for the night, tackled Sacramento, and then back here.
There's a tv in the room we're crashing in. For the record, I really dislike television-- even if the programming is decent, commercials make me want to punch a wall. If I watch tv shows, I prefer to watch them on DVD.
Tomorrow will be cake. I think there may be swimming, and probably an oil change for the van.
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