Days 15-18: Church
“You told me to go back to the beginning. So I have. This is where I am, and this is where I will stay. I will not be moved!”
The drunken ramblings of Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride echo in my head every time I roll into Boston with the band. Boston always has a special place in my life when it comes to Man on Earth lore. Way back in yesteryear, this adventure started for me with a song and a half, a free cd, and a bored overnight in a parking garage.
I first met Steve Nathan at a club called T. T. the Bears, in Cambridge. At the time, Man on Earth was a completely different lineup, aside from Nate that is. They were doing a run with the guys in the band Dive, and they all jumped on the bill with Disquiet, a Western Massachusetts band that I was working with at the time. Boston is over two hours from my hometown, and my then girlfriend had an extremely bad habit of making us late for everything. We showed up after Dive had finished, and with Man on Earth almost done with their set. They were halfway thru their classic ‘Come in Closer’ and then they rolled right into the amazing controlled mayhem of ‘Something Better’. I was instantly hooked. (If you’ve jumped on the Man on Earth train in the last few years, then you probably don’t know what I’m talking about. For a while the song ‘Something Better’ was the Man on Earth set closer. Nate would whip the crowd in to a frenzy, and even have a stage party of sorts, inviting fans on stage for dance offs and the sort… Good times! Feel free to harass their inbox daily as to why this never happens anymore…. Just don’t tell them I said to!) Anyway, after the show I found Nate sitting by their merch table, struck up a conversation, after which he gave me a copy of ‘The Time Spent Wondering’.
My ex had a bit of a shopping problem in addition to the chronic lateness, so being that we were near big malls (the closest to my hometown is about an hour away), and being that it was already 3am by the time we rolled out of the club, she decided she wanted to spend the night near Boston and go shopping in the morning. I drove to the shopping mall, parked in the garage so we could grab a few hours sleep, and I popped in the cd that Nate had given me. And that was the beginning.
Returning to Boston five years later strikes a bunch of nostalgia points, but quite honestly, this is a completely different band than back then. Not just in the solidified lineup, but in maturity, diversity, and talent.
The venue we were playing in Boston this time around was called Church. I personally like odd names for venues, it make for interesting conversation, i.e. “Do you want to go get a few drinks and rock out at Church this weekend?”. Some of our Boston friends came out to hang, proving that even when the Red Sox loose that the city still knows how to get down.
After the show we headed back to New York. I stayed the night (or more correctly the morning… We didn’t get to White Plains until about 4am) at Root’s so that I could hop on the train in the morning to head back up to Massachusetts for the few days that we had off before we ship out on the 5 week run to the Pacific Northwest and back.
Par for the course, I experienced the correct amount of misadventures that are inherent with me headed home, but that’s about her story. I did get to see my family and some of my friends, so it was worth it. Wednesday afternoon I caught the Greyhound back to the city to meet up with the rest of the guys, and once we were all together we set out toward Pittsburgh, and the five more weeks of this tour.