6/28/13

Another two in one! This one was easy, the clubs are neighbors and I didn't need a bass rig for the second one (even though I had it in the car).

#1
Me and the Ladies at Red Eye Fly. Another good night at the Fly. Not packed but a nice amount of folks were up in the front to watch us.

It was ridiculously hot on stage. We were all a little off our game and coated in sweat, but we were able to punch our way through to the end.

Played a new one I'd written called "Selfish". It's about Davy Jones getting busted by his father jerking it as a preteen. "David, that's the most selfish thing a person can do..." He told the Hickoids and the Grannies all about it when we were in Europe and each of us were talking about writing a song. This one is mine.

I worked up a couple of beats that seem a little at odds but really come together in a nice way. Added it with one of those "tricky" six cord song that sounds like it only has two. Add a bass part and some 60's style backing vocals (which I make everyone sing even if they don't have a mic!). Beautiful

#2
Bigfoot Chester at Beerland. Continuing the tour of Red River, it was Walter's birthday and Bigfoot was on the bill. We played after Chitlins (which is Bigfoot with Davy and I being substituted by Billy Steve Corpi and Cindy Toth). I dug their set, it was like a bouncier, upbeat Bigfoot.

We played a thirty minute set of ass kicking, thick and swampy music. Ted Roddy was there and right before he got up it was announced that the Bigfoot/Roddy 45 had just arrived from Spain! That's right I showed up to the gig and got a brand new piece of vinyl that I played on... KICK ASS!

Cunto was last and they gave it their Cunto all. I wouldn't expect anything less.

Breakdown

The three free beers I got at each place was more than enough for me (a couple of folks offered to buy me more, but I was fine). Using a house rig is the best. Even though I loaded/unloaded mine it was better than having to screw around with parking and a second round of the load/unload game.

New 45

It's really cool to play a show and get a brand new 45 you played on!  Two colors!! 

Classic me!

Making a video, Hickoid style

Hickoids made a video for "Cool Arrow". We did the majority of filming on Sunday after this. We all hooked up at the Gypsy Lounge early in the afternoon. Lance, Smitty and the video folks did some work earlier in the day in SA and at Lance's place. The rest of us had the morning off.

We met up wearing our regular Hickoids gear shot some stuff in and out of the "Arrow's" car. Headed back to the Gypsy and changed into drag. Everyone but Smitty... I wonder how that one works...

We set up at Third and Chicon in front of the little corner grocery and filmed some stuff. Lots of folks from the neighborhood came out to look and laugh. One dude asked me if we were making a movie, I told him we were working and asked if he was looking for a good time. He laughed and I was not beaten up! Tolerance!

Still in drag we hopped back in the "arrow-mobile" and got some more shots. We made it back to the grocery and Tom says "Where are my keys and phone, I left them on those steps..." at Third and Chicon...

East Austin at it's worst point in history was never as bad as the Ninth Ward in New Orleans or any big city's "ghetto". But it's not the place to leave your phone and keys unattended for any amount of time. Hell, I wouldn't leave that kind of stuff ANYWHERE in Austin!

So I text his phone saying "You have my friends phone and keys, bring them back and you will get $." We are sweating it. Tom's keys had the Freak key with them and it was the only set of Freak keys in town. The Freak was right across the street from the grocery, so it was about to be stuck on the corner and someone had the keys...

Ten minutes later this homeless dude shows up and says "You looking for a phone and keys?" We gave him a $20 and moved on... Drama over and it only cost $20, it could have been way worse.

Back to the Gypsy, out of the drag and knock out a few more shots. Headed home and took it easy.

I'm looking forward to seeing the finished product. It should kick some ass! It was a lot of good, dumb fun making it.

6/22/13

Saturday night at the White Horse. I showed up in the middle of the Lonesome Heroes set and the place was packed, like always. This joint has the best built in crowd. And they love to two-step. It's amazing to see folks that know how to do it right. They float. It's really cool.

When we went on we hit them with "You kneed me" and we got some dancin out of them. We got a little heavier and our normal crown worked their way on to the floor. We eventually played "Driftwood" (Houston's request) and there was a little bit of dancing in between the folks drinking and rocking. We did "Bennie" and everyone just started singing. A real love fest. Harmony between the rockers and the dancers.

Beaumonts finished things off. In typical Beaumont fashion, no goat was left unmolested, no line unsnorted and no pill unpopped. Glorious as always.

Breakdown

House rig and a few free drinks!! Easy and fun night. More like this, please!

Bottom

Eight bass rigs and four more on the other side if the room. Boom!

5/26/13

Day four,

We made the drive to Marfa after an incredibly good and greasy breakfast in Midland. I drank a shitload of coffee and I was jacked up for the entire drive. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We got to Padres, said howdy and loaded the gear in. Tonight the Hickoids are first. There are some concerns about the "language issue" with the Beaumonts... I wonder why?

Our set was short and a little underwhelming (at least from my end). It wasn't bad, just not great. It happens.

The Beaumonts were amazing. The sound guy, Hondo had never seen them before and I'd look over on occasion and see him behind the board, laughing his ass off. You really can't help it when you hear "Pour some wax on it baby". I dare you not to laugh (or be offended, but if offends you, should stay away from my blog). That was the reaction throughout most of the crowd, except for some folks who hightailed it after the first "fuck" was uttered. The Beaumonts are not for them.

We packed up and got paid, said our goodbys to the staff, our travel buddy's and Lance drove the eight hours home.