January 27th, 2005.

An eventful day. I almost killed four cats. One because he was whiny all day, one because I mistook him for the one that was whining all day, and the other two because they were in the middle of the road as we were hunting for parking after our gig.

Not really. I’ve actually given the first one a lot of Love in the hopes of winning him over and shutting him, the second one I couldn’t really find most of the time, and cats three and four we spotted well in advance, but Heather got out of the car and chased them into a ditch.

She meant it in a nice way.

Also so a car with the bumper sticker “EvlDed2”. Which made me happy. What makes me UNHAPPY is that venues like the Coffee Mill (where we played tonight in Clayton, NC) exist and DON’T do TONNES of business. Here’s a place with a beautiful stage, nice room, friendly staff, incredible sound system… here’s a venue with decent burgers and an owner who refuses to book cover bands…

And we played to a room of some twelve people despite a huge local mailing list, a lot of local press, and an article in the paper that made just our colour PICTURE bigger than the whole of their advertisement for Motley Crue.

The Evil Dead 2 indeed. I hope the drive looks like Ash and has trouble steering because of the big ass chainsaw attached to his wrist.
The Evil Dead 2 indeed. I hope the drive looks like Ash and has trouble steering because of the big ass chainsaw attached to his wrist.
The pinkness. I just don't even have much to say about him other than Heather REFUSED to go kiss him. Not EVEN for the Journal!
The pinkness. I just don’t even have much to say about him other than Heather REFUSED to go kiss him. Not EVEN for the Journal!
So sad. And set in concrete. Sigh, We had such faith.
So sad. And set in concrete. Sigh, We had such faith.

Let me stop for a moment –

We’re bigger than Motley Crue. Hehe.

But it’s gotten me thinking. Here’s a venue that’s fantastic, which is having cashflow problems because of their artistic integrity… there are a BUNCH of venues out there that we’ve played that have the same issues, and the same plusses as well – I’m wondering if it’s not time to do something about that. Not sure what yet (and no, I’m not talking about dropping that vaunted artistic integrity)…

I’m thinking on the lines of the “circuits” that comprise things like Jammin Java, the Point, the Six String Cafe… things like the Anti-Folk venues… there needs to be something more artsy, less antagonistic… I’m just thinking outloud here.

Playing an 8-string guitar at High Strung in Durham, NC. Not the weird-ass frets, three bass strings and 5 guitar strings. Not the look of consternation as well.
Playing an 8-string guitar at High Strung in Durham, NC. Not the weird-ass frets, three bass strings and 5 guitar strings. Not the look of consternation as well.

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