Friday, December 12, 2003

It's a Long Way to the Top if You Wanna Rock and Roll

Disastrous Grumpy Alice show last night. We were scheduled to play the 4th St. Station at 9, and were really excited about it. We had trouble when we played there before- the sound guy started us 20 min. early and cut our set in half so that he could leave work early- but we'd been told he'd been fired, and we really liked their stage setup. We'd drummed up a decent-sized crowd in the hopes of getting in good with the booking people.

So we got there, and found out that the sound guy (same guy as before, somehow he escaped the axe) had us going on at 11 and some bunch of middle-aged Deadheads playing at 9. We tried to get our spot, but no good. So we called everyone who's coming to tell them the new show time, and without fail they said that they can't make it. Bob then said that he doesn't think he can play at 11; he'd driven to Wausau and back that day, and would have been marginal even for 9. So he went home and the 3 of us were left to do a drumless, minimalist slow-core show.

Which, um, we're not too well-suited for. But more on that later. We left, not wanting to sit through the 9:00 Deadheads, and went off to Cossetta's and then Grant's house to ease our pain.

We got back to the bar around 10:30, to find Mark's dad sitting at the bar waiting for us. He hadn't gotten the word, and had been waiting for us for an hour and a half. We talked to him a bit and watched a bunch of seriously drunken women who'd come in from the Wild game try to make eyes at Grant.

And then we went on. Mark's dad wisely left before we got started, but there was a small handful of hockey fans there for the birth of Minimalist Grumpy Alice. Things went south pretty quickly- our rhythm was all over the place without Bob, and the overall shitty feeling of the night seemed to sap everybody's playing skill. And even when we're playing at top efficiency, this band just isn't made for slow-core minimalism.

By the time it was over (and Grant told me later that there were several songs where he just wanted to up and quit playing halfway through), there were only a couple of people left, and they weren't happy. One guy yelled that we were one hell of a party band. Another started falsetto-singing about life in the year 2000 (guess he thought we were folk).

We did have one fan- a superdrunk guy who wanted me to call his son who supposedly owned a studio. He liked us, but then acted like he was going to kick my ass when I didn't give him an exact date and time that I was going to call the son.

It's probably just as well that we don't have any shows until the end of January.

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