The City Veins

I would like to first thank those who came out and stayed for our show at the Brass Monkey:  Suze, Sabrina, Lisa Marie, and the boys.  Yes, I remember the girls names and not the guys…surprising.  It was also very professional of Frontwise and The Skydivers to stay for the show, even though it meant that they had to stay until last call.  Check them both out on myspace.  They were good to us.

And I’d like to put the members of a certain band on notice, and they know who they are.  I think on-going tumroil between bands adds to the cosmic ballet of being in a band, so I’m starting it up right now with those Boxcar people.  They couldn’t remember our band name, they treated us like novices, and they didn’t stay for our show after they overplayed causing us to go on late.  My ego will not allow this.  We always talk up the other bands, we are not novices, and we don’t destroy great songs that should never be touched by shitty 40 year old bands attempting to recall the CBGB’s days that they merely lived through but were not a part of (Television–See No Evil).  In all walks of life, but especially in the world of artists and musicians, some people try to assert their dominance by acting like they’re ahead of you–that they were there first and are showing YOU the way, regardless of the result on stage.  It’s irritating, so they’re on notice.  Maybe one day both of our bands will be large enough for me to hold a press conference in order to call them out, like Eminem and Fred Durst.  I hope that makes me Eminem.

Yes, the trip to Baltimore was awful.  Yes, we were witness to several felonies on friday night/saturday morning.  Yes, I forgot boxers and slept in a mix of my own sweat and filth on the far end of a small double-bed in order to avoid Adam’s gentle touch (I just wasn’t in the mood).  I though we played great, primarily because my ego was properly stroked after the show by members of the other bands while the rest of the guys packed up our equipment.  This is what defines a good show for me.