You’ve GOT to Love any venue that advertises itself with LiteBrites!
Heather and I have landed ourselves in New Haven, CT.
It’s good to be on the road again, though my back hurts from the drive, and I haven’t been playing as much recently cause I’m a slacker, so my shoulder kind of hurts, and I really fucked up my knee recently, so there’s soreness traversing every corner of my body.
In any case, once we got through Maryland (where we said hi to Zoe’s Lady of Perpetual Peace) and through Deleware (where nothing much happened but the paying of tolls) and through Pennsylvania (where I saw my first ever Robot Chicken BILLBOARD which I want to STEAL) and through New Jersey (where we saw a new building that we’d never seen before but otherwise did little but pay a toll) and through New York (where we said MAHWAH every time there was occassion to) and into Connecticut, there was some traffic to deal with and we got to pay attention to other things.
Just fyi – driving up route 15, Merrit Parkway, through Connecticut – is the best thing ever. Plus or minus the traffic, it’s a beautiful stretch of two lane parkway with Lovely bridges that look like they could be drawn from all sorts of eras, including one that must’ve been transported from Middle Earth’s Gondor.
Last night after the beautiful drive, we pulled into the Space in Hamden, CT at around 6.30pm. Just in time to be associated in the minds of the owners with the pizza guy. We pull up. Dominos Pizza Guy pulls up. We eye one another suspiciously and he rings the bell. We wait at the door.
After getting in and assuring the sound guy we’re not going to eat his pizza, the owner asks us about how cool it is that we’re now delivering to his area. After the initial confusion over the fact that we’re from Maryland is cleared up, we sound check and settle, drink tea and shop.
The Space is a really cool… space. An eclectic stage Lives downstairs with decor gathered from a hundred yardsales and antique shops – Darth Vader mixes with some Wild Things… Max in the midst of his Wild Rumpus is lit by Christmas lights which are plugged into the same outlet as a neon Egyptian death mask. Not neccessarily tasteful, but very cool. Upstairs is a thrift shop with a couple of local artists (visual and audio) featured on the racks. Jewelery and clothing and old video games are prominant. A beautiful place.
Our audience at the Space in Hamden, CT. Note Lance waving back there!
Last time we were here, I was too poor to buy tea. It’s nice to be in a much better place this time. Makes everything better.
In any case, the show was a lot of fun. The open mic performers before and after us were pretty decent, with an amazing R&B vocalist named __________ (i have to go through my business cards and find her name and not right now cause I’m sneezing uncontrollably!) wrapping up the night. I even got to run sound for the host for the host – another Rob.
And you’ve ALSO got to Love any venue who has fun door-beasts who draw the venue’s logo on an Etcha-Sketch. Such fine accomplishements. I think I probably spent more time hanging out with them than I did down playing music.
It’s the first place we were selling the new CDs, and they sold well. Slowly things get better, and better, and better… (phone call, web client… work work work – in a good way!)
Lovely woman with Lovely eyes
Why are they always 20? (note from several days later – actually 16!)
Lance drops in
Seeing Johnathan
Bad Christian
the CDs! 4 errors
the show! 4 errors
the nightmare, trying to get in
the nightmare part 2, trying to get to bed
the nightmare part 3… the actual fucking bed.
rob uses too many commas.
At a loss for what to do with our Wednesday night since the Rain Desert closed, Heather and I compete with Prince and American Idol at JD Coopers, a huge, ornate bar in Putnam, CT.
