2/23/14

Another Hickoids show in San Antonio. It was a benefit and we were going on nice and early at 1:30 in the afternoon. I made it to the Pop Culture Museum (just like in Austin, it's next to a Planet K) with just my bass and cords and I was set up in seconds. Gotta love a back line.

My old pal Eddie was running the turntables and playing some sweet ass Latin rock (ever heard of El Chicano? Bad ass stuff) as we milled around before starting time. 1:30 rolled around and we were off!

The crowd doubled in our first couple of tunes and it doubled again by the end of our set. By the time I was leaving it looked like even more folks were piling in! A very good sign for a benefit.

 We played pretty well for that early in the day and the only thing that was a little screwy was a nasty room node that would pop up and get multiplied by the PA. It was an A and since three of the nine songs we played were in A those tunes were a little lost in the swamp. No big deal, that kinda crap happens all the time and you just play through it.

I took off right after Sexto Sol went on (Eddie's band). Things looked promising for a kick ass set, but I had a rehersal back in Austin, so I was gone!

2/8/04

It was an easy drive to San Antonio, traffic wasn't too bad and I was parked behind the Mix in no time. There was some sharing of gear so I only needed to bring my bass and some cables. Easy!

I got there and the Hormones had about four songs left. Tom was (is?) playing bass with them and this was his first show. I thought it sounded pretty good from the outside. According to Tom I heard the best part of the set, I think he said "The first part was shitty". I'll have to take his word on that.

Next up was our old friends the Guillotines. They now have THREE guitar players with THREE Marshall half stacks!  Talk about a load of sound, they were supersonic.

We were last. The side of the "stage" (there is no stage, you stand on the floor at the Mix) we were on had the stickiest goddamn floor in the world (only a little hyperbole here). Tom and I were leaving chunks of shoe behind. I tried to spend most of the set in front of Lance and away from the glue trap floor, but every time I sang I had one food stuck...

I survived the set/floor, helped with the load out (after all I brought barely anything) and made the drive back home. An easy Saturday night.