Yesterday’s Rain, the A Team, 6 Degrees of Band Separation
It stopped raining on the Monday after the three date tour leg with Talking To Walls. We called the tour the “Too Many Atts Tour” since TTW is made up of 1 Brian, 1 Nat, and 2 Matts, but we could have called the tour Too Many Rainclouds Pour. The rain started on Friday night, when we met up to play the Vibe Lounge on Long Island, which TTW did acoustic, minus the two Matts. At that show the ratio of Atts to Brians was about even, since Rhythm section of Matts didn’t show, and the sound guy was also named Brian. I kicked off the show with a soundcheck that perhaps foreshadowed the ominous weekend, with the chorus and riff from Perry Mason, stuck in some type of loop. After the soundcheck, I ran through a set full of songs off the new record Bored Games capped off with the first single All The Possibilities. Brian and Nat of TTW followed, playing a strong set highlighted by a new song, Santa Monica, which is off of their latest record, We Were Not So Tall. There was also a great non-sequitor joke by Brian (of TTW, not the sound guy) about having the heads of a Spock and Mr T doll switched and an on point Poison cover of “Every Rose Has It’s Thorn”. Despite the rain, and the additional acts bailing due to unforseen circumstances (perhaps they were feeling under the weather…) we made the best of a dampened night, hightailing it to the diner after the show for an overabundance of Waffle Fries and Comic book conversation.
The next night, I headed from my apartment in Queens to Local 269 in the Lower East Side, but hit into a bit of a snafu. While Friday night was a constant heavy drizzle, Saturday night was full blown monsoon. I thought I was prepared to take my acoustic, merch bag and knapsack of clothes on the train along with my best oversized umbrella. Carrying all of that, I went to transfer to the F train, and stood with Amanda, and hundreds of other passengers on the platform for about a half hour, until we decided that the best (and realistically only plan) was to get back on the same train line that we came from, go downtown, end up by West Houston and then walk crosstown on Houston until we got to Katz’s on Ludlow for our dinner plans, which were originally set for 5:30. The rain flipped the umbrella a number of times, until we needed to give up on it completely. We got there at 6, with our clothes soaking us to the bone, but a few bites of Pastrami got us feeling a bit better. At 6:30 we made our way to Local 269, where TTW and Chris Moschetti arrived. Chris kicked off the night with Nancy Sinatra’s “These Boots Were Made For Walking” and while it made me realize that even though I hadn’t worn rain boots, it was going to be a good night. Chris played a rousing Johnny Cash’s “Folsom Prison Blues” and a number of crowd pleasing originals, including his “most sarcastic love song,” which he dedicated to me. Talking To Walls were up next, and it was the first time I’d seen them in a full band setting. The rocked Local 269, kicking the energy into high gear. They had a Gun and Roses teaser of Paradise City into their first single off of their new album, “Came To You”. After taking a couple of videos of Talking To Walls performing including “We Were Not So Tall” which was featured in an NBC commercial, I took the stage and played a number of fan favorites for the largest crowd of the tour. After the show was over, I helped pack TTW’s van with all of their gear, and my acoustic. We then headed down to Katz’s for the afterparty. (Katz’s is the deli Where Harry Met Sally, and where Michael Rappaport and Al Roker met the owner.) That’s right, I went to Katz’s twice in one evening! Who’s the lucky dog?
After Katz’s I packed into the backseat with Nat and Matt Nth (TTW bassist) where we promptly got stuck in traffic. We videoblogged, took a trip through Harlem, missed the exit to stay on the Bruckner, had some awesome turns to get back on, and after an hour or two in the pouring rain, ended up at Nat’s house, which was blacked out due to the storm. We then dropped off Matt Nth an hour or two later. Finally at 1:50 at night, we ended up at Brian’s house, where I got the couch. However, it turned out that due to daylight savings time, it was actually 2:50 in the morning. After getting comfy, I passed out for a good nights sleep.
The next morning I awoke, and played the do not disturb game, where I waited for everyone else to wake up. Once we all woke up, we popped on the TV and caught a little bit of Spaceballs before going out for some breakfast. When we got back, it was finishing up, and we then caught an A Team Marathon on the channel Centric. They had a number of outrageous commercials for Colon Blow, and something called the Brazilian Secret. It made me jones to play Infomercial Blues that night. After the rest of TTW assembled at Brian’s house, we packed into the van and headed to Boston. On the way up we played various Bored Games like Classic Rock Ice Cream Flavors (Randy Rocky Rhoads…) Lord of the Rings Diner Food (The Oneion Ring…) and other similar timewasters. Still the weather was raining steadily, which added to our time. We got to Boston with about an hour to spare, and set up at Hennessy’s Hooley House in Boston proper. On the way up, I convinced Krupa (TTW’s drummer) to play for my set. He spent the first 30 minutes at the venue (after unloading the van) listening to the album for the first time. Then, we took some time to hear the first act of the night. They played jammy covers of Sublime and Hendrix worked in with their own originals. Then it was Talking To Walls’ turn to rock. I worked the room with their mailing list and merch table, and they had a surprise for the audience as well. For their final song of the night, they invited me up on stage to sing along to their “Song For Megan”, an Irish punk song. What better venue for singing an Irish punk song, than a Boston pub the weekend before St. Paddy’s day? Members of the crowd broke out into a spontaneous jig, while I sang along and air guitared.
Right after that, it was my turn on stage. Krupa stayed on, and we went into Someone, which sounded pretty solid for the first time playing together. While there was a few missteps, we had a lot of fun, and played a rousing version of Patient Waltz before closing out the set with Brian and Nat coming on stage to harmonize to All The Possibilities. After that, we packed the van, after watching a tractor trailer block the road for about a half hour before the double parked police car helped escort him off of the side street the truck was on. Then we booked it out of Boston, only to find that every road the GPS wanted us to take had roadblocks due to flooding. While we considered slamming through the barriers A Team style, we decided to consult the map hidden below the passenger seat, and went the best way we could to get outta Boston. This involved going South, and then North, and then West, to go back down South again, instead of just going West and then South. We made a pit stop at around midnight at a strange rest stop, where the only thing open was a McDonalds that served only Chicken Nuggets, Angus burgers, or Double Cheeseburgers. The whole way home, we played 6 degrees of band separation (for example, get to Jack White to Jack Black). That culminated in us getting from William Shatner to Leonard Nimoy using music instead of Star Trek. Finally at around 3:30 in the morning, we arrived at Brian’s house, after dropping Krupa off, and Nat and Matt Nth split for their respective homes. Brian and I got files ready for exchanging, as we had recorded the sets on video, pictures and mp3s, and then went to bed.
The next morning Brian woke me with a knock on the door. I quickly got ready to go, and ate some Rice Krispies, while we found out that overnight, Brian’s fishtank had leaked. This was after many of our fans couldn’t make it to some of the shows due to the storm, flooding in their homes, flooding in mass transit (in Boston and NYC) and other rain related reasons. Brian’s house didn’t have any problems from the storm, but apparently his fish tank did. We left and Brian dropped me off at the train, right as the train pulled away from the station. After a 20 minute wait in the rain, I caught the next train out, transferred in Grand Central, and made my way home, where I was effectively exhausted for the next half day.
So that’s the story of the tour. What do you think? Can you figure out how too get from Leonard Nimoy to William Shatner through music?