i had a rough weekend full of injuries.
friday i got my weekend started early when i went to a staged combat workshop. i got to roll around with a cute but perfect stranger at the command of my intro to drama instructor who also happens to be one of the leading stage fighting directors in the country.
the score so far: 1 injured pectoral, bruised left elbow, minor scrapes and cuts.
then after the workshop i rushed to irving where my band and gear were waiting. we load up and head to our first show of the night. we have a hell of a time at the house show and get hypes from some of the other bands but during the Honor Code's set the cops show up. we were supposed to go next. a cop from the local PD barges in unannounced and give's the host's dad a ticket. we rally to the cause and collect donations to pay for the ticket. more news on that as it develops. we were slated to go next but with the show cut short, we load up again and head for mckinney for our second show.
seeing as we diddn't play i gain no new injuries.
we head out to mckinney and somehow get lost three times. after an hour drive our four car caravan ends up at a gate that leads to a municipal solid waste dump. it smells like shit. i call the party we're supposed to play and find someone sober enought to give me directions. some time later we end up at the party. we unload and set up on a playform that has only the end boards nailed down. its dark so we have to use our car headlights to light the platform. we play and there's two people out of the fifteen or twenty people not in our group watching we brought five people with us and three more showed up wo are former members of our drummer's old band. audience total: 9. i do my signature backwards shoulder drop twice during the set. we finished our set with maybe four more people watching for a grand total audience of fourteen. or singer and lead guitarist hook up a cd player and prform Purple Knockout Gas, their side project. we pack up and leave.
scoreboard: 1 injured pectoral, bruised elbows, more minor scrapes and cuts, ahing pain 'cross the shoulders.
saturday we go to traders village and check out the "martial arts" supplies dealer. if i had cash i would have some throwing knives to play with. we get back and load up the truck for the next show. the show is going on in a warehouse behing this guy's house it was called the rathole. it got shut down by the firemarshall because they were trying to run a DIY concert venue out of it. this was the place's last show and there were a buck of punk types there. we played out set and i diddn't get hurt too bad because i only did one backward shoulder drop. later, i was trying to get from the side of the audience to our merch table. to do that i had to pass the pit. as i dodged my way through i got whacked by some guy with a cane. A FUCKING CANE. the show ends and we load up to go back to the garage where we reherse and store our gear. while carrying out the bass cab i get my ellbow slammed into the handle of a gate, i almost dropped the cab. we get back and i'm banged up pretty bad. i drive home with tom waits and almost fall asleep at the wheel several times.
i get home and promptly pass out.
final score: 1 injured pectoral, bruised elbows inside and out, more minor scrapes and cuts, ahing pain 'cross the shoulders, headache, bruised knee.
friday i got my weekend started early when i went to a staged combat workshop. i got to roll around with a cute but perfect stranger at the command of my intro to drama instructor who also happens to be one of the leading stage fighting directors in the country.
the score so far: 1 injured pectoral, bruised left elbow, minor scrapes and cuts.
then after the workshop i rushed to irving where my band and gear were waiting. we load up and head to our first show of the night. we have a hell of a time at the house show and get hypes from some of the other bands but during the Honor Code's set the cops show up. we were supposed to go next. a cop from the local PD barges in unannounced and give's the host's dad a ticket. we rally to the cause and collect donations to pay for the ticket. more news on that as it develops. we were slated to go next but with the show cut short, we load up again and head for mckinney for our second show.
seeing as we diddn't play i gain no new injuries.
we head out to mckinney and somehow get lost three times. after an hour drive our four car caravan ends up at a gate that leads to a municipal solid waste dump. it smells like shit. i call the party we're supposed to play and find someone sober enought to give me directions. some time later we end up at the party. we unload and set up on a playform that has only the end boards nailed down. its dark so we have to use our car headlights to light the platform. we play and there's two people out of the fifteen or twenty people not in our group watching we brought five people with us and three more showed up wo are former members of our drummer's old band. audience total: 9. i do my signature backwards shoulder drop twice during the set. we finished our set with maybe four more people watching for a grand total audience of fourteen. or singer and lead guitarist hook up a cd player and prform Purple Knockout Gas, their side project. we pack up and leave.
scoreboard: 1 injured pectoral, bruised elbows, more minor scrapes and cuts, ahing pain 'cross the shoulders.
saturday we go to traders village and check out the "martial arts" supplies dealer. if i had cash i would have some throwing knives to play with. we get back and load up the truck for the next show. the show is going on in a warehouse behing this guy's house it was called the rathole. it got shut down by the firemarshall because they were trying to run a DIY concert venue out of it. this was the place's last show and there were a buck of punk types there. we played out set and i diddn't get hurt too bad because i only did one backward shoulder drop. later, i was trying to get from the side of the audience to our merch table. to do that i had to pass the pit. as i dodged my way through i got whacked by some guy with a cane. A FUCKING CANE. the show ends and we load up to go back to the garage where we reherse and store our gear. while carrying out the bass cab i get my ellbow slammed into the handle of a gate, i almost dropped the cab. we get back and i'm banged up pretty bad. i drive home with tom waits and almost fall asleep at the wheel several times.
i get home and promptly pass out.
final score: 1 injured pectoral, bruised elbows inside and out, more minor scrapes and cuts, ahing pain 'cross the shoulders, headache, bruised knee.