Played a gig down on the town square last night, as part of a summer community concert series. We’ve played this a few times before over the years, to generally elderly and indifferent crowds (as a friend of mine once said, “These people didn’t like this kind of stuff when it was new.”) To compound matters, the high yesterday was somewhere around 103, with a heat index listed merely as “a night in the box,” (hence the cooler of bottled water I brought) and we did nothing but original material — guaranteed success, right?
Actually, it went pretty well — the crowd was a bit larger than in previous years, with ages ranging from three and four to approximately dead, with a smattering of college kids and recent grads, along with several faculty. They were pretty responsive, and I think we followed Niven’s Law (“If the applause isn’t louder than the music, something’s wrong. Play better or softer.”) throughout. Lots of smiles, little kids dancing, people snapping pictures, and some seeming interest in our upcoming EP.
We did 18 songs in our one-hour set — not Ramones or Minutemen numbers, but I’d like to think we were in the best traditions of 1966. We had a few clams here and there (I know I had two missed crashes, and a couple of fills that sounded better in my imagination than in my hands), but no trainwrecks, and I think we actually sounded pretty solid — and we would have been better if we had monitors. I also caught the eye of a young hottie at the show — turns out I’m married to her. How convenient.
So I’m pretty sure a good time was had by all, at least until the load out, when I strained something in my back. (Note to my 25-year-old self: That oversized seven-piece kit does not get lighter over the next two decades.) So I came home, took a couple of extra-strength Tylenol, booked a hotel room for next Friday night so that I don’t have to make round trips for the session next weekend, and crashed a little later. Woke up this morning feeling like Heinz Guderian was conducting maneuvers in my lumbar region, but have already rallied sufficiently to mow the jungle around Spackle Manor, and am looking forward to a trip to Real City with the Spawn to see Captain America and hit the comic and book stores. Catch you later.