Prepare to be Destroyed Again
Two words.
Fucking. Awesome.
We have never failed to have a great time in Saint John. Tonight we played at the Blue Olive again. Probably the nicest stage we've ever played. The sound system is top notch, the stage itself is roomy and there are LED lights, a hazer and a mirror ball. In short, everything that you want (apart from the crowd) in a rock and roll show.
The camera wouldn't work today (kind of like the band in the late morning/early afternoon) so I've decided to sprinkle the note with kittens instead. Cats are very rock and roll. Seriously. They're independant, sort of disinterested in you and all they want is to be fed and given attention on their terms.
Chris – the proprietor of the Olive – has been in a longstanding email and phone argument with us over who's more awesome. We think he's more awesome and he thinks we're more awesome. He's wrong. He wrote an article about us in the local paper discussing how he's been in the music business for a long time. He claims to have a good eye for talent and a good track record for success stories. He also promised to buy a drink for anyone who didn't think we were great. I have to tell you that was a lot of pressure on us. That could have been a lot of drinks for Chris. There's no greater endorsement than someone who sees that much music and puts their money where the mouth is for a band. In fact I had several folks tell me they were going to buy HIM a drink because they were so happy he'd coaxed them down to see us. I've got to tell you that's truly affirming as an artist to have that kind of feedback from an audience member and that kind of belief from a bar owner who has earned your respect. And the thing is he means it. Sincerely. He's a quiet, gentle and incredibly generous person. Every band comes across a handful of people that help them rise from the bogs of obscurity to the lights of the marquee. Chris is one of those guys. He will be mentioned in the book. He will be forever posted on a website (because the food is EXCELLENT in addition to his kindness and thoughtfulness). He will be played by George Clooney in the movie version of our lives. That's just the kind of guy he is.
This guy is particularly fierce. Sort of like Glenn after a few beers.
We had a great show and – despite our plans to leave early and get some work done – we stayed until the wee hours of morning laughing, telling stories and enjoying the company of Chris and his lovely head bartender, Kathy (who incidentally boosted the dead battery in our car and found us food at 3am in addition to caring for us all night). Kathy suggested a place called the Colonial Inn for good eats and crack whores (seriously). Being as we're a rock and roll band it seemed like a pretty obvious decision. But we've never been content to make the obvious choice. We make our own destiny. As such, we chose the FAR more rock and roll decision to head back to the hotel and finish the mountain of paperwork that was due in less than 18 hours. We are sooo badass.
Fucking. Awesome.
We have never failed to have a great time in Saint John. Tonight we played at the Blue Olive again. Probably the nicest stage we've ever played. The sound system is top notch, the stage itself is roomy and there are LED lights, a hazer and a mirror ball. In short, everything that you want (apart from the crowd) in a rock and roll show.
The camera wouldn't work today (kind of like the band in the late morning/early afternoon) so I've decided to sprinkle the note with kittens instead. Cats are very rock and roll. Seriously. They're independant, sort of disinterested in you and all they want is to be fed and given attention on their terms.
Chris – the proprietor of the Olive – has been in a longstanding email and phone argument with us over who's more awesome. We think he's more awesome and he thinks we're more awesome. He's wrong. He wrote an article about us in the local paper discussing how he's been in the music business for a long time. He claims to have a good eye for talent and a good track record for success stories. He also promised to buy a drink for anyone who didn't think we were great. I have to tell you that was a lot of pressure on us. That could have been a lot of drinks for Chris. There's no greater endorsement than someone who sees that much music and puts their money where the mouth is for a band. In fact I had several folks tell me they were going to buy HIM a drink because they were so happy he'd coaxed them down to see us. I've got to tell you that's truly affirming as an artist to have that kind of feedback from an audience member and that kind of belief from a bar owner who has earned your respect. And the thing is he means it. Sincerely. He's a quiet, gentle and incredibly generous person. Every band comes across a handful of people that help them rise from the bogs of obscurity to the lights of the marquee. Chris is one of those guys. He will be mentioned in the book. He will be forever posted on a website (because the food is EXCELLENT in addition to his kindness and thoughtfulness). He will be played by George Clooney in the movie version of our lives. That's just the kind of guy he is.
This guy is particularly fierce. Sort of like Glenn after a few beers.
We had a great show and – despite our plans to leave early and get some work done – we stayed until the wee hours of morning laughing, telling stories and enjoying the company of Chris and his lovely head bartender, Kathy (who incidentally boosted the dead battery in our car and found us food at 3am in addition to caring for us all night). Kathy suggested a place called the Colonial Inn for good eats and crack whores (seriously). Being as we're a rock and roll band it seemed like a pretty obvious decision. But we've never been content to make the obvious choice. We make our own destiny. As such, we chose the FAR more rock and roll decision to head back to the hotel and finish the mountain of paperwork that was due in less than 18 hours. We are sooo badass.
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