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well, i'm hung over and tired. i'm malnourished and shaky, and existing on coffee and cigarettes until my stomach settles enough to make a peanut butter and blueberry jelly sandwich. last night's show was a celebration and a disaster all in one. wack ass egyptians were fucking phenomenal, although next time we have them down, they are definitely headlining. that's the kind of band that can really get a crowd excited. their music is amazing and tongue in cheek at the same time. with songs like 'balls vagina' and 'put a sock in it, or i'll hit you with a sock with a rock in it', they know how to work the crowd, and them opening was almost too much for the crowd to handle. we'll definitely have them back for sure. the brother kite made true believers of the new wave crowd. their set was holyshitohmygodfuckingchrist amazing. and they covered jet again. wow. the new wave was PACKED. a full house. unfortunately, we had to cut our set short due to sound problems. but we did the best we could, which wasn't good enough for us. me, especially. i was so ready to play a long-ass set, ending a weekend that was full of lots of shows and good times. but as usual, the soundguy there made playing onstage impossible. all we could hear was a monstrous low-end hum which made every note of my guitar, every piano hit, every vocal note sound horribly off key. while everyone said it sounded fine in the house, it was a nightmare on stage. me and jeff sing harmony in every song, and when you can't hear any sort of key, it makes it impossible to perform confidently. and in this case, at all. we'll be sure to bring mr. farrell next time. it's weird how one soundguy can completely make a bad experience, and another can use the exact same rig, and make us sound like we're onstage at madison square garden. but john farrell is a god among soundmen. nights like last night make us appreciate him so much more. but after the show, we licked our wounds and headed to mikes with thebrotherkite and drank till the sun came up, and listened to air supply and ambrosia on vinyl with all our friends. it was a good ending to the night.
sorry to everyone who got short-changed on a good rooftop set. we'll make it up to you next time. promise. and sorry for talking smack about the soundguy, but you haven't gotten it right in 3 years of us playing there. we play fucking everywhere, and it's never that unbearable anywhere else we play. call us high maintenance, call me a bitchy rock star. whatever. i'm just being honest. getting it right in the house is only half the battle. i've come a long way in what i'll bitch about publicly, but last night was a last straw. and that's the last i'll ever speak of it.
thanks to everyone for coming out last night. thanks to thebrotherkite and wack ass egyptians for bringing the rock. TBK, good luck in texas. we love you tons.
6:19 PM
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