Last night it was the Casters in San Antonio at Boneshakers. It was Glambilly's CD release and to celebrate the occasion they had a fire eater. A tiny tiny woman doing the "regular" fire tricks. I know I sound like a complete idiot when I say "that fire sure was hot" but when she was playing with the fire, by the stage and we were playing, it was really hot...
The Lollygagger's we out and in full force, supplying the mammarian force field whenever it was needed. It's good to be back to normal.
Breakdown
Boneshakers is a pretty cool club (add it to the list of cool SA clubs). It's a cinder block building that has a taco stand, a broken atm and a bike shop upstairs. They serve beer and as a special treat, last night they had water. We were told we got three Lonestars per band member, and none for the dancers. As it turns out they were really cool and the taps were flowing freely.
I used Hans' rig. It's an SWR combo and usually I think they suck, but last night it was working pretty well. It's a single 15 so I actually had some punch. Nice!
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
8/19/11
This may be a little off topic...
When the Hickoids were out west I got a ticket for not wearing my seat belt. The "CHiP's" officer noticed us (Tom and I) sleeping on the bench seats and assumed (correctly) we weren't wearing seat belts. She pops open the side doors of the van and starts searching an open box right by the door. It was the typical "Cop trap" EVERY band should use.
You have a semi closed box near the door and you fill it with various piddly things (this one had cds, stickers, stamps and a half eaten bag of almonds). Generally a cop looks in the box and if the don't see weed, coke, or paraphernalia they are cool and let you go on your merry way.
Not this cop, she gave us tickets.
I'm not one for conspiracy theory kind of crap, but I believe the seat belt law in California is not about saving lives (I'm sure it does) but is more about making the state some money.
My ticket was $155.
This was my first offense. There is zero kindness in the California Highway Patrol.
It's a pretty sad, I didn't even know where we were. When I fell asleep we were leaving Vegas. I wake up and get fined $155...pitiful.
I was speaking with Curt from the Meat Puppets and it turns out two of them got hit with the no seat belt fine on the same stretch of the 5 the week before it happened to us. Different cop, same result.
The moral of the story is they profile white vans, especially if you have Texas plates. So keep a "cop trap" right by the door an wear your stupid seat belt.
When the Hickoids were out west I got a ticket for not wearing my seat belt. The "CHiP's" officer noticed us (Tom and I) sleeping on the bench seats and assumed (correctly) we weren't wearing seat belts. She pops open the side doors of the van and starts searching an open box right by the door. It was the typical "Cop trap" EVERY band should use.
You have a semi closed box near the door and you fill it with various piddly things (this one had cds, stickers, stamps and a half eaten bag of almonds). Generally a cop looks in the box and if the don't see weed, coke, or paraphernalia they are cool and let you go on your merry way.
Not this cop, she gave us tickets.
I'm not one for conspiracy theory kind of crap, but I believe the seat belt law in California is not about saving lives (I'm sure it does) but is more about making the state some money.
My ticket was $155.
This was my first offense. There is zero kindness in the California Highway Patrol.
It's a pretty sad, I didn't even know where we were. When I fell asleep we were leaving Vegas. I wake up and get fined $155...pitiful.
I was speaking with Curt from the Meat Puppets and it turns out two of them got hit with the no seat belt fine on the same stretch of the 5 the week before it happened to us. Different cop, same result.
The moral of the story is they profile white vans, especially if you have Texas plates. So keep a "cop trap" right by the door an wear your stupid seat belt.
Friday, August 12, 2011
8/9/11
This was a last minute gig. Smitty texted me on Sunday for a Tuesday, quick.
Get the Hickoids for a night was some kind of a prize for some kind of radio show for some kind of legal fees for someone I don't know. Just how you want a blog post, loads of detail...
On Tuesdays, Headhunters has Ta Ta Tuesdays. A bunch of strippers show up and dance to the bands. It's a hell of a gimmick and it works, they had a lot of folks packed in to that tiny room. At one point I was outside and some girls walked by and said "Eww, strippers!". The door girl said "No, they are burlesque dancers!" and then she gave me a conspiratorial look and said "they're really strippers". Funny chick.
Breakdown
$2 double vodka tonics, not bad, but not free. I'm guessing some of it was a tax for the privilege of having a tiny-bikini clad, giant breasted, "suicide girl" esque bartender serving them. I'm not angry.
I used my rig and it sounded pretty good, but the room is so small it doesn't work all that hard.
Hickoids have a lot of trouble on a stage that small. Lots of bump in to that, hit this, "watch it, that's my head!" kind of moments. And they are all balanced out with the stinkiest microphone on the planet being shoved in your face. It's one cramped, sweaty, stinky, noisy mess. Just like it should be.
The sax player in the band after us was barefoot on stage. oy...
Get the Hickoids for a night was some kind of a prize for some kind of radio show for some kind of legal fees for someone I don't know. Just how you want a blog post, loads of detail...
On Tuesdays, Headhunters has Ta Ta Tuesdays. A bunch of strippers show up and dance to the bands. It's a hell of a gimmick and it works, they had a lot of folks packed in to that tiny room. At one point I was outside and some girls walked by and said "Eww, strippers!". The door girl said "No, they are burlesque dancers!" and then she gave me a conspiratorial look and said "they're really strippers". Funny chick.
Breakdown
$2 double vodka tonics, not bad, but not free. I'm guessing some of it was a tax for the privilege of having a tiny-bikini clad, giant breasted, "suicide girl" esque bartender serving them. I'm not angry.
I used my rig and it sounded pretty good, but the room is so small it doesn't work all that hard.
Hickoids have a lot of trouble on a stage that small. Lots of bump in to that, hit this, "watch it, that's my head!" kind of moments. And they are all balanced out with the stinkiest microphone on the planet being shoved in your face. It's one cramped, sweaty, stinky, noisy mess. Just like it should be.
The sax player in the band after us was barefoot on stage. oy...
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