Daily Archives: March 27, 2013

Denver homegrown

Day 20: Denver

For me, Denver was a hometown show. Being that I was one of the co-promoters, it was probably the most stressful show of the tour for me.
Our bus treks across the country slow and steady, like a determined geriatric headed to the jello line. We usually average 60mph, but, given the topography of southern Colorado, we were lucky to stay above 50. This put a damper on my day of show promotion plans, and while I knew it was beyond any of our control I felt my frustration rising like an ocean tide. We finally got to the club late afternoon, loaded in and made our way down to 16th street mall with Flagship Romance to grab a bite and promo.
One of the local burrito shops/venues Illegal Pete’s runs a deal for traveling musicians called the Starving Artists program. The deal is, if you are playing a show in Denver Illegal Pete’s will give each member an entree in exchange for promoting them. Truth is, they’re frickin good burritos and I’d recommend them even if they didn’t give us free lunch, but they did, so it’s a win/win for everyone.
After lunch, we hit the pavement talking to everyone we saw (except this group of crackheads and this homeless guy who was begging for money so, in his words, ‘he could go buy a joint and get high…… At least he was being honest!)
We headed back to the club and began prepping for the show. Three Kings Tavern has a great aura about it. There’s a large stage, decent sound system, and an adequate lighting situation. Pool tables, old school arcade games like tetris and astroids, and pin ball machines line the walls and fill in the back end of the club. Stickers from hundreds of bands, some known, most unknown, and nostalgic style art populate the wall space.
People began piling in, and it became apparent that the club hadn’t expected us to do so well on a Tuesday night. (Final count was over 70 people, triple their usual Tuesday night crowd).
I found myself bouncing between my normal tour duties, the things I had to handle as a promoter, and hanging with all the different friends that came out to support my home show. I felt like one of the pin balls in one of the machines that lined the club’s walls. After the show we had to pack up right away and hit the road. The 8 hour drive to Lincoln, Ne is the one stretch of road I’ve dreaded this whole run. We’re half way through that drive now, and yes indeed, it sucks just as much as I remember it. See y’all on the other side!

Must have been a blackout….

Day 19: Drive day

To be 100% honest, I spent most of yesterday in recovery mode.
After our trip to the Grand Canyon, the plan had been to find a spot to camp out, have a fire, BBQ up some burgers and dogs, have some drinks, and actually enjoy the end of the only real day off we had on this tour. What ended up happening was a bit of a compromise.
On the way to the Grand Canyon we rode convoy style with Gone by Daylight. They also left with us and were game on to do a little camp out too. By the time we were able to find a market to get supplies it was already dark outside. Being that they are traveling in a van and the mercury was dipping pretty low in the vial, they decided to opt out of camping and get a hotel room. Not to be deterred, we brought our hobo kitchen up and BBQ’d right there in the room. It was also an in character party. I donned the American Muscle vest, Stevie G had his rock star leather pants on, and Mochello was in full Parrot mode. Also, Gone by Daylight’s alter egos Barry Blazer, Rocko Phoenix, and Maurice were in the mix.
Somewhere along the way that night I may or may not have ingested too much rum, and I may or may not have woken up in my bunk still inebriated…. (Ok, yeah, I did. In my defense, I don’t drink beer and we were in New Mexico and it’s really dry here and I was really thirsty and I’ve been drinking a lot of water lately….. See that? Those are excuses!)
So, yet again, I was super thankful we have the bus. I was able to hole up in my hovel, and bide my time there until I felt human again. That didn’t happen until about 5 or 6 at night.
Lesson learned? Of course not. I’m sure that won’t be the last time in my life that I try to conquer a handle of rum. There are no more nights off on this tour though, so I can say for a fact that it won’t be any time soon.