Monday, March 24, 2008
AUZ TOUR 2/23
Woke up pretty dang early on this day of days. Tshaq and Gus came and picked me up early on and we went back to Shaqers' house and met one of the best dogs and ate some pancakes. Then we took it to Luna Park because the itinerary told us so. I went in the Tomb Raider haunted house. Pretty good haunted house. Kids were coming out the exit in near heart attacks so I think I might've been expecting too much. Still pretty reliability exciting and frightening. Then Olsonkroken and I jammed this crazy ride that basically loops around and suspends you upside down for 5 seconds at a time.
After that we went for some fish n' chips so Phil could suck on a sav. "Suck of the sav" is Aussie slang for "you don't say!" (I think?) or something, and we were asking what a sav was and they said sausage. So then we started intentionally butchering it and saying "suck on a sav" or "suck off a sav" and then Phil ended up doing it.
Went to our show at the East Brunzwick Club after that. Nice place. I met our sax player there - an awesome awesome dude name Doyle Corndog. Soundchecked and then went across the street to a warehouse where this stranger was cooking up roo burgers for the entire band!?!? A friend of Izzo and Gus'. That's just the type of shit that happened to us over there. "Oh I'll just cook dinner for the entire band that I don't even know". What the fuck. So I ate a roo burger. Kangaroo tastes like a cross between ground beef and meatloaf. Pretty good. Felt weird to eat a kangaroo, although apparently that's the politically correct meat to eat since there are too many kangaroos hopping around and then don't destroy the environment like cows do.....
Ran back to the show to make sure I didn't miss Fred Astereo, our buddy Stanley's band. I'd seen him play solo a coupla times in SF, but when he's on his home turf he's got a full band, allowing Stanley ChuckChuckChuckles (his legal middle name) to wield his guitar like an axe or baseball bat and stuff guitar tuners down his pants and basically roll around the stage acting like a doof. Terrific stuff.
We were on next, and by this point the joint was pretty packed. 300 people or something. I can't really remember too much about our performance - not because I was too drunk but because nothing too crazy happened. It was a really good show. Birddog told me afterwards that he figured he'd seen about 1/4 of our shows and that that one was in the top 3. So pretty good. Just too many memorable things that came after it that made this one so nondescript.
The one thing I can remember is that at one point during the show Marky snatched the microphone from me and started talking about how excited he was that we were in Australia. Next thing you know Marty's on stage with a platter full of shots. This was from a secret section of our tour itinerary. Some people in the band are wimps (and Yosh, in his dedication to holding the shitstorm at bay will not do too much drinking before or during a show), so that lead to me being forced to take two shots at the same time. This made me pretty drunk later on.
Lorksmiths jammed it as hard as they usually do, which is pretty dang on hard. They even learned Ed Sammitch Hands, a song I'd requested in vain on the East Coast Mind Whip, and dedicated it to me.
After the show we took it to Cafe Romantica, which was simultaneously the stupidest and best late night hangout spot around. Imagine a large, white, really brightly flourescently lit crappy pizza place kinda reminiscent of a humongous frozen yogurt shop or something, and partying there at 3am. I was wasted that night. I think the two shots hit and I went from there.
Woke up pretty dang early on this day of days. Tshaq and Gus came and picked me up early on and we went back to Shaqers' house and met one of the best dogs and ate some pancakes. Then we took it to Luna Park because the itinerary told us so. I went in the Tomb Raider haunted house. Pretty good haunted house. Kids were coming out the exit in near heart attacks so I think I might've been expecting too much. Still pretty reliability exciting and frightening. Then Olsonkroken and I jammed this crazy ride that basically loops around and suspends you upside down for 5 seconds at a time.
After that we went for some fish n' chips so Phil could suck on a sav. "Suck of the sav" is Aussie slang for "you don't say!" (I think?) or something, and we were asking what a sav was and they said sausage. So then we started intentionally butchering it and saying "suck on a sav" or "suck off a sav" and then Phil ended up doing it.
Went to our show at the East Brunzwick Club after that. Nice place. I met our sax player there - an awesome awesome dude name Doyle Corndog. Soundchecked and then went across the street to a warehouse where this stranger was cooking up roo burgers for the entire band!?!? A friend of Izzo and Gus'. That's just the type of shit that happened to us over there. "Oh I'll just cook dinner for the entire band that I don't even know". What the fuck. So I ate a roo burger. Kangaroo tastes like a cross between ground beef and meatloaf. Pretty good. Felt weird to eat a kangaroo, although apparently that's the politically correct meat to eat since there are too many kangaroos hopping around and then don't destroy the environment like cows do.....
Ran back to the show to make sure I didn't miss Fred Astereo, our buddy Stanley's band. I'd seen him play solo a coupla times in SF, but when he's on his home turf he's got a full band, allowing Stanley ChuckChuckChuckles (his legal middle name) to wield his guitar like an axe or baseball bat and stuff guitar tuners down his pants and basically roll around the stage acting like a doof. Terrific stuff.
We were on next, and by this point the joint was pretty packed. 300 people or something. I can't really remember too much about our performance - not because I was too drunk but because nothing too crazy happened. It was a really good show. Birddog told me afterwards that he figured he'd seen about 1/4 of our shows and that that one was in the top 3. So pretty good. Just too many memorable things that came after it that made this one so nondescript.
The one thing I can remember is that at one point during the show Marky snatched the microphone from me and started talking about how excited he was that we were in Australia. Next thing you know Marty's on stage with a platter full of shots. This was from a secret section of our tour itinerary. Some people in the band are wimps (and Yosh, in his dedication to holding the shitstorm at bay will not do too much drinking before or during a show), so that lead to me being forced to take two shots at the same time. This made me pretty drunk later on.
Lorksmiths jammed it as hard as they usually do, which is pretty dang on hard. They even learned Ed Sammitch Hands, a song I'd requested in vain on the East Coast Mind Whip, and dedicated it to me.
After the show we took it to Cafe Romantica, which was simultaneously the stupidest and best late night hangout spot around. Imagine a large, white, really brightly flourescently lit crappy pizza place kinda reminiscent of a humongous frozen yogurt shop or something, and partying there at 3am. I was wasted that night. I think the two shots hit and I went from there.
