Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Notes from the Road – Antioch CA. @ The Mutiny

I've decided to finally to something with all the pictures I've been taking when we play shows. So keep an eye out for new blog updates called -- Notes from the Road. Here's the first of many...

In 2008 we played a small town called Antioch in California at a bar call The Mutiny. The night Bobby learned a valuable lesson.

During the show, Davey and I noticed that Bobby was not around to watch the other bands. Later, we found out that someone bought him beers and shots at the bar on the lower level. Normally we don't drink when we play a show and here’s a good example why.

I knew we were in trouble when we played the first song -- I mean tried to play the first song. We might as well have handed the guitar to a monkey in diapers, cause Bobby could barely play. That was the longest set of my life, good thing everyone else was drunk. It’s odd that everyone whooped it up, as if they didn't notice the tragedy unfolding on stage. I guess when the music is loud and the audience wasted you can't go wrong. Then it happened, the police showed up and shut down the show. They must have heard how bad we were playing. We were told about a noise curfew after 1am. Small towns, go figure. I couldn’t have been more happier.

I have a theory about drinking and playing music. I think you need to start drinking when you start playing otherwise the booze to music ratio is totally fucked. I know if I drink and play music I'll forget lyrics, lose my finger position on the bass, and burp a lot. What a lovely image that is.

I have also noticed in our travels that often when a band calls for the audience to bring them beer, the band SUCKS. This is especially true when they call for the audience to bring them shots, and 100% guaranteed when they call for booze before they even play the first song.

At the bar someone informed me that Ed Hardy was once a respectable tattoo artist before his art was put on clothes for duchebags.

Now that’s what I call art.

The sun shined while a soft breeze rustled the trees. Like Mayberry from The Andy Griffith Show, but with punk rock music.


  1. Cool story, cool pics, glad the fuzz saved your asses. ;]

    I can't wait to see more of these, so keep posting em!

    See you in Michigan!

  2. So, does a monkey without diapers play better than a monkey IN diapers? I suppose the advantage would be that when the monkey shits himself you wouldn't have to stop your set to clean it up or risk the possibility of slipping on it. So yeah - I guess it is better to play with a monkey IN diapers. Hahaha. I'll be looking forward to hearing about that show you played where that spooky lady hunted you down all night for your John Hancock :D

    Happy New Year Jim ^V^