After a few days of (not always
positive) excitement, it was kind of nice to have a string of
unspectacular but certainly good shows. We left Rock Springs, Wyoming
with a layover at the Community College which is interspersed with a
dinosaur museum. How could you get any work done in school when
there's always a T-Rex like 10 feet away? It just seems
irresponsible. Dinosaurs are too awesome to just be hanging around.
If going to the Natural History Museum didn't involve putting on
pants and going outside and then paying for it wouldn't we all just
be there all the time? Or is that just me? Nerd nerd nerd nerd nerd.
This the most dangerous flightless bird in history, and a T-Rex.
Our show in Salt Lake City was small,
but fun. I played Tin Angel last year and had a great time, so it
seemed like a good idea to hit it up again. It was big gear shift
from previous shows, going from being the raucous center of attention
at punk houses to being pleasant background music while rich people
eat expensive (and delicious) food. But everyone was super nice,
especially Laura the manager (who is a fantastic jewelry artist), and
I finally got a chance to see the Great Salt Lake. Which was, you
know, big and salty. This is Pen Pen pretty annoyed that Brigham
Young brought him all the way out here and the water's not even
drinkable.
Boise (Caldwell, technically) was a
house show, and one of the bigger bands in the area (my new nemesis
Tartufi) was doing a last minute show and basically sapped the
audience. So we played to 6 people, but at least they were 6 people
who sang along and heckled in all the right ways. The people who live
there are in the first year of growing an organic garden, and most of
the food they had was homegrown. So the show may not have been all
that but the food definitely was. This is Pen Pen and what I can only
assume are watermelons.
We hit the road and headed up to the
appropriately named Richland, Washington to play a vineyard. Monday
shows are pretty universally terrible wherever you play them. A
Monday at a good venue is pretty much a waste of an evening, unless
it's a place where you already have a big audience. So I took a cue
from a friend and decided to try booking a vineyard show. Because if
you're going to play to no-one, you might as well get well paid, well
fed, and well boozed. And we did. So what if basically the only people who
watched was a waitress and her parents? Though there was an epic
moment when two 8 year old boys got up to dance around while I played
“Oh! What a Captain of Industry” that made the whole thing worth
it. Actually, just the food made the whole thing worth it. So the
past 3 days have been filled with unspectacular shows, but pretty
damn spectacular (and all organic!) food. And after 2 weeks of eating
Subway and gas station egg salad sandwiches (no word yet on whether
I've been infested with brain-enhancing parasites. But I wont know
for sure until I can get a holophoner.) that was a trade off I could
live with. This is Pen Pen totally selling out.
This is a song I wrote one time. You
should download it and share with your friends.
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