The Pauses Go On Tour
Day 1 - 2:00 am. Nathan and I are snuggled in a kid-sized bed at Tierney’s cousin’s house. He took the right side that I could have sworn I claimed in the car. I guess particular bed-side calling doesn’t hold the same weight as shotgun calling.
Oh, the tour, yeah we’re on it. After much deliberation between “The Hey, We Really Shouldn’t Be Touring In This Kind Of Weather Tour” and “The We’re Playing But You’re All Too Trapped Inside Of Your Own House By Imminent Catastrophic Disaster To Come Watch Some Band Play Stuff Tour”, we compromised on The “Come On Irene Tour.” And we began it tonight by playing at The John M Rivers Communications Museum at the College of Charleston in South Carolina. The place was jam packed with Gramophones and Dictaphones and Phonograms and Fanta Cans and Teddy Grahams. We couldn’t have felt more at home and neither could our performance-aiding video (featuring much of that same technology) which we were able to project onto and behind ourselves.
We took the stage/dividing area of rug just after Sleepy Eye Giant. I always thought that there was a rule of thumb that if you were an awesome band then you are required to throw your weight around as such; Don’t watch the band after you or invite them for drinks and be awesome genuine people. But apparently SEG haven’t caught up with the times. We will take full advantage of them until they realize their worth and stop returning our phone calls like their band status obligations demand.
Tomorrow we are off to Richmond, VA. because we couldn’t find a cranny in the Communications Museum appropriately sized to hide out in for all time. Even if we had, I’m sure Nathan would have taken the right side of it.
Aug 26, 2011 @ 12:05 pm