Wednesday, June 21st @ Varsity Theater - Minneapolis
Courtney and I started our day at 6am to prepare for a mutha of a drive to Minneapolis from St. Louis. What a trip it was. Rather than driving on a lot of main interstate highways, we took the smaller roads, particularly Route 61 North, I lost track what road we were on while driving through Iowa and Wisconsin. I started to wear down and was delirious after 5 hours of small, one lane highways, with stop and go traffic through centers of small towns. I had to hand the steering wheel over to Courtney.
I became the navigator, and proceeded to video every pretty little town and lake that we passed.While opening the window lost in my video camera, a piece of paper flew out the window. we figured out that it was our directions to the venue. Courtney and I looked into each other’s eyes and burst out laughing for at least 5 minutes.
The scenery was beautiful. I didn’t stop my mad video shoot, but I managed to keep my window rolled up and the next set of directions off the dash board. However, the drive was endless. After nearly 14 hours in the car, we reached Minneapolis. We missed our sound check, but were just in time for the start of the show.
Another good batch of local bands, Thunder in the Valley, Mike Gunther and His Restless souls, and us, the curiosity group. We got to meet, greet, and talk with all the bands who were good musicians as well as being easy-going people. There were return customers, (from our last show in December) old friends, and big crowds to fill up the large room.
The show-up-and-play gigs always feel rushed and strange, but the scene at the Varsity was so mellow and accommodating, that it was easy for us to pull it off. Thankfully, Thunder in The Valley was on first, so that was another thing to help us deal with our road-weariness.
Courtney secured our dinner while I set up the drums and prepared our Fantastic Planet dvd to be projected behind ourselves on the movie screen as we played. I also gave our sound man Eric a camera to video our show. Video madness continues!
The show was well-recieved. We laughed about our impossible journey from St. Louis to Minneapolis and told our travel woes to the audience. They laughed along with us. Theaudience was incredibly attentive. I swear could hear a pin drop in-between songs, a very light, and small pin at that. It was almost disturbingly quiet during our set.
It is also worth noting that there was a dancing’ man in sweat pants, sleeveless shirt, headband, basketball sneakers, with hair in a ponytail whose dancing was even more exuberant than the the man in Indianapolis. I refrained from thanking the second dancer. He also asked Courtney after the show, how many times she had circled the sun. He was an interesting charscter.
The show was over by 12am. The night seemed to start and finish so fast. Or maybe it was that we were so burnt out that world kept spinning fast around our tired bodies. We drove back to our good friend, Karrie Vrabel’s (the one we often refer to as our “Pimp in Minneapolis”) had a sleepy little hangout, and then collapsed.
Courtney is sad to say because our driving day was soooo impossibly long there was no thrift/vintage opportunities.
Courtney and I started our day at 6am to prepare for a mutha of a drive to Minneapolis from St. Louis. What a trip it was. Rather than driving on a lot of main interstate highways, we took the smaller roads, particularly Route 61 North, I lost track what road we were on while driving through Iowa and Wisconsin. I started to wear down and was delirious after 5 hours of small, one lane highways, with stop and go traffic through centers of small towns. I had to hand the steering wheel over to Courtney.
I became the navigator, and proceeded to video every pretty little town and lake that we passed.While opening the window lost in my video camera, a piece of paper flew out the window. we figured out that it was our directions to the venue. Courtney and I looked into each other’s eyes and burst out laughing for at least 5 minutes.
The scenery was beautiful. I didn’t stop my mad video shoot, but I managed to keep my window rolled up and the next set of directions off the dash board. However, the drive was endless. After nearly 14 hours in the car, we reached Minneapolis. We missed our sound check, but were just in time for the start of the show.
Another good batch of local bands, Thunder in the Valley, Mike Gunther and His Restless souls, and us, the curiosity group. We got to meet, greet, and talk with all the bands who were good musicians as well as being easy-going people. There were return customers, (from our last show in December) old friends, and big crowds to fill up the large room.
The show-up-and-play gigs always feel rushed and strange, but the scene at the Varsity was so mellow and accommodating, that it was easy for us to pull it off. Thankfully, Thunder in The Valley was on first, so that was another thing to help us deal with our road-weariness.
Courtney secured our dinner while I set up the drums and prepared our Fantastic Planet dvd to be projected behind ourselves on the movie screen as we played. I also gave our sound man Eric a camera to video our show. Video madness continues!
The show was well-recieved. We laughed about our impossible journey from St. Louis to Minneapolis and told our travel woes to the audience. They laughed along with us. Theaudience was incredibly attentive. I swear could hear a pin drop in-between songs, a very light, and small pin at that. It was almost disturbingly quiet during our set.
It is also worth noting that there was a dancing’ man in sweat pants, sleeveless shirt, headband, basketball sneakers, with hair in a ponytail whose dancing was even more exuberant than the the man in Indianapolis. I refrained from thanking the second dancer. He also asked Courtney after the show, how many times she had circled the sun. He was an interesting charscter.
The show was over by 12am. The night seemed to start and finish so fast. Or maybe it was that we were so burnt out that world kept spinning fast around our tired bodies. We drove back to our good friend, Karrie Vrabel’s (the one we often refer to as our “Pimp in Minneapolis”) had a sleepy little hangout, and then collapsed.
Courtney is sad to say because our driving day was soooo impossibly long there was no thrift/vintage opportunities.
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