Thursday, April 03, 2008
AUZ TOUR 2/27
Ehhhhhhhhhhhh. Can't remember what happened on this day until going to the club for soundcheck. Went and ate some real expensive pizza afterwards. Tasted about the same as the $4 one. Tonight was our big headlining show in Melbourne. Before the tour I was questioning our label bosses about the wisdom of us headlining a show - I pictured us playing to about 20 of our friends - but after what happened at the festival the hype was so palpable you could tie around you and wear it like a belt. I now had hope that this show would be a megajam.
We had a 40 person guestlist, so we knew there should at least be that many people there. Our good buddies the Zeebras opened the show. Different lineup, but still had the awesome tunes. I was very pleased to see them play again. After that was the Krayon Feelds and they were really good as well. Holy heck they could sing. They have mastered the voice.
By the time it was our turn there were about 150 people there. Pretty dang good considering we were pretty much unknown a few days ago. The crowd seemed down for a jam and we gave it to them. We hid in the back of the club and did our usual pre-show chant, startling the people around us. As per our itinerary instructions mixed with some of our own designs, the soundman cut the lights and pumped Sirius by Alan Parson Project. You know, the Chicago Bulls intro music. We crowdsurfed Yoshi and Tater to the stage and some other necessary players took the stage as well: Hound, Thrill, Momo. They strapped in. The song faded and they broke into the beginning of Smokies. When the song kicked in for real the entire horn section was still hiding in the back corner and they starting blaring the horn riff and marched to the stage. Then the Flyinettes and I made our way on the stage. I think I timed it a bit wrong and grabbed my mic and started singing from the crowd, but it turned out cooler that way. Accidental cool.
So with an entrance like that setting the bar, we tried hard and kept that shit going, probably even gained momentum as we went along. We debuted our Stirr Fryin' brews (Who Wants to Jam a Brew Groove Sticker on top of the normal beer label), had a slab (case) brought to us on stage mid-set, and we were fucking jamming. HARD. The crowd was super into it. I think we had to do an encore, so we did the 12 minute version of NGTTG, and I did the Lowest Crowd Surf Ever pt. 2. It was way more successful than the first one, but I kinda explained it to everyone and they were fucking WANTING my sweatstorm body surfing over them while on their knees. They surfed me out into the middle of the club and turned me around and passed me back up and we jammed it home for a few more minutes of the NGTTG chorus. GOod show. GREAT show.
After the show was the afterparty. Somehow the drunken debauchery turned into a hot sauce shot contest which Hound aka Personal aka Drew won by chugging half the bottle at once. Throughout the party I kept trying to grab Marky's balls and he eventually threw hot sauce in my face. Face was burning. It seeped into my pores and I had to stick my head under the sink for a while. That's how the party ended. I killed it.
Youtube the lowest crowd surf ever if you feel like some proof.
Ehhhhhhhhhhhh. Can't remember what happened on this day until going to the club for soundcheck. Went and ate some real expensive pizza afterwards. Tasted about the same as the $4 one. Tonight was our big headlining show in Melbourne. Before the tour I was questioning our label bosses about the wisdom of us headlining a show - I pictured us playing to about 20 of our friends - but after what happened at the festival the hype was so palpable you could tie around you and wear it like a belt. I now had hope that this show would be a megajam.
We had a 40 person guestlist, so we knew there should at least be that many people there. Our good buddies the Zeebras opened the show. Different lineup, but still had the awesome tunes. I was very pleased to see them play again. After that was the Krayon Feelds and they were really good as well. Holy heck they could sing. They have mastered the voice.
By the time it was our turn there were about 150 people there. Pretty dang good considering we were pretty much unknown a few days ago. The crowd seemed down for a jam and we gave it to them. We hid in the back of the club and did our usual pre-show chant, startling the people around us. As per our itinerary instructions mixed with some of our own designs, the soundman cut the lights and pumped Sirius by Alan Parson Project. You know, the Chicago Bulls intro music. We crowdsurfed Yoshi and Tater to the stage and some other necessary players took the stage as well: Hound, Thrill, Momo. They strapped in. The song faded and they broke into the beginning of Smokies. When the song kicked in for real the entire horn section was still hiding in the back corner and they starting blaring the horn riff and marched to the stage. Then the Flyinettes and I made our way on the stage. I think I timed it a bit wrong and grabbed my mic and started singing from the crowd, but it turned out cooler that way. Accidental cool.
So with an entrance like that setting the bar, we tried hard and kept that shit going, probably even gained momentum as we went along. We debuted our Stirr Fryin' brews (Who Wants to Jam a Brew Groove Sticker on top of the normal beer label), had a slab (case) brought to us on stage mid-set, and we were fucking jamming. HARD. The crowd was super into it. I think we had to do an encore, so we did the 12 minute version of NGTTG, and I did the Lowest Crowd Surf Ever pt. 2. It was way more successful than the first one, but I kinda explained it to everyone and they were fucking WANTING my sweatstorm body surfing over them while on their knees. They surfed me out into the middle of the club and turned me around and passed me back up and we jammed it home for a few more minutes of the NGTTG chorus. GOod show. GREAT show.
After the show was the afterparty. Somehow the drunken debauchery turned into a hot sauce shot contest which Hound aka Personal aka Drew won by chugging half the bottle at once. Throughout the party I kept trying to grab Marky's balls and he eventually threw hot sauce in my face. Face was burning. It seeped into my pores and I had to stick my head under the sink for a while. That's how the party ended. I killed it.
Youtube the lowest crowd surf ever if you feel like some proof.
