New Years Eve at the Edison
Well were back from the New Years Eve show in LA. I know that I got back a few days ago, but I’m just now getting to writing about it. :) Anyway, the trip down went rather well, except for the hour or two flight delay. You know that you fly way to much when you move through check in and security without any incidents. I’ve been back and forth across the country about 6 times in the last two months, and feel as if I’ve been beaten over the head with a large stick of pepperoni. But I digress…..
Once we arrived in LA, we checked into our Hotel which was about a block and a half from the Edison. (Downhill) Now, a block and a half seems like such a short distance to walk, and it truly is. When you are sober and not dragging a bunch of crap behind you. (Whose idea was it anyway to haul to gear by hand? Oh yeah, that was mine….. brilliant.)
The next morning we went to breakfast at the “Blue Cube” next to the venue. As soon as we walked in I knew we were a bit out of place, seeing as we were the only one’s not wearing a construction helmet and a reflective vest. We then sat down to a fine dinning experience of runny eggs, flame broiled toast, and bacon so crisp I used it as a paint scraper. (And then ate it, I was hungry) The looks we got were more of curiosity than anything else, as Robert tried to play a Motocross game on the I-phone (with the volume all the way up) and Nathan and I rambled on about something.
Load in and set up went well, but I’m still not quite use to the backpacker guitar that I’m using now. Its SOOOOO tiny. After that we got to meet with rest of Lucent Dossier, which I have to tell you is a fine bunch of people. We hung out in the Green room together for a bit (did some more eating) and went to down just prior to doors opening. I do love the way Lucent Dossier spreads themselves out around the Edison and adds to the whole atmosphere of it. Nathan and I were hanging out at the stairs with a few of them while we played Mandolin and Guitar. Lucent Dossier began to improvise a little tune about how Cotton Candy is poison and will rot you brain. All the while, another woman fed cotton candy to the people coming down the stairs. One thing on that, all of the people who were dressed Steampunk got into the whole thing by the stairs, but I noticed that the others coming down didn’t know quite what to make of us. Not sure if they were ready for the whole experience. Have some Absynth, that will put you in the mood!
Speaking of Absynth, holy crap I’ve never see so much being served. (Or horded by patrons). One poor addicted fellow was staggering behind the Absynth Fairy, taking several bottles every time she stopped. Then staggered away claiming victory over some oppressive whosamawhatsit, while conversing with his four invisible friends.
The show itself went off well, with us only mildly botching some of the new songs. Although if everyone was playing the Abney Park Drinking Game during one particular song, they should all have alcohol poisoning……
As the clock wound down to midnight, so did our set, as we only played a few songs after the confetti cannons shot off. Speaking of confetti, I found some lodged in the strangest places the next morning. Also, confetti doesn’t taste good mixed with Champaign.
Slowly, as we neared 2am, people began to filter out, and we start breaking down our gear to take back to the hotel. (Remember when I said downhill on the way to the venue was a bad idea? Because it means uphill on the way back!!!) Dragging a keyboard, guitar, 5 suitcases, bass, mandolin, backpacker guitar, violin, accordion, and a semi conscious Kristina is an adventure I care not to repeat.
All in all it was a VERY good evening. There were many a familiar faces to be had in the crowd, and it was good to see you all there. I can even recognize some. :) Special thanks to the Steampunk Ghosterbusters (glad you could make it), Bubble Girl (Not sure your real name), Eric (yes I brought your check :) and the rest of you who supported us down in LA. Hope to see everyone in San Fran in two weeks! Happy New Year!
Once we arrived in LA, we checked into our Hotel which was about a block and a half from the Edison. (Downhill) Now, a block and a half seems like such a short distance to walk, and it truly is. When you are sober and not dragging a bunch of crap behind you. (Whose idea was it anyway to haul to gear by hand? Oh yeah, that was mine….. brilliant.)
The next morning we went to breakfast at the “Blue Cube” next to the venue. As soon as we walked in I knew we were a bit out of place, seeing as we were the only one’s not wearing a construction helmet and a reflective vest. We then sat down to a fine dinning experience of runny eggs, flame broiled toast, and bacon so crisp I used it as a paint scraper. (And then ate it, I was hungry) The looks we got were more of curiosity than anything else, as Robert tried to play a Motocross game on the I-phone (with the volume all the way up) and Nathan and I rambled on about something.
Load in and set up went well, but I’m still not quite use to the backpacker guitar that I’m using now. Its SOOOOO tiny. After that we got to meet with rest of Lucent Dossier, which I have to tell you is a fine bunch of people. We hung out in the Green room together for a bit (did some more eating) and went to down just prior to doors opening. I do love the way Lucent Dossier spreads themselves out around the Edison and adds to the whole atmosphere of it. Nathan and I were hanging out at the stairs with a few of them while we played Mandolin and Guitar. Lucent Dossier began to improvise a little tune about how Cotton Candy is poison and will rot you brain. All the while, another woman fed cotton candy to the people coming down the stairs. One thing on that, all of the people who were dressed Steampunk got into the whole thing by the stairs, but I noticed that the others coming down didn’t know quite what to make of us. Not sure if they were ready for the whole experience. Have some Absynth, that will put you in the mood!
Speaking of Absynth, holy crap I’ve never see so much being served. (Or horded by patrons). One poor addicted fellow was staggering behind the Absynth Fairy, taking several bottles every time she stopped. Then staggered away claiming victory over some oppressive whosamawhatsit, while conversing with his four invisible friends.
The show itself went off well, with us only mildly botching some of the new songs. Although if everyone was playing the Abney Park Drinking Game during one particular song, they should all have alcohol poisoning……
As the clock wound down to midnight, so did our set, as we only played a few songs after the confetti cannons shot off. Speaking of confetti, I found some lodged in the strangest places the next morning. Also, confetti doesn’t taste good mixed with Champaign.
Slowly, as we neared 2am, people began to filter out, and we start breaking down our gear to take back to the hotel. (Remember when I said downhill on the way to the venue was a bad idea? Because it means uphill on the way back!!!) Dragging a keyboard, guitar, 5 suitcases, bass, mandolin, backpacker guitar, violin, accordion, and a semi conscious Kristina is an adventure I care not to repeat.
All in all it was a VERY good evening. There were many a familiar faces to be had in the crowd, and it was good to see you all there. I can even recognize some. :) Special thanks to the Steampunk Ghosterbusters (glad you could make it), Bubble Girl (Not sure your real name), Eric (yes I brought your check :) and the rest of you who supported us down in LA. Hope to see everyone in San Fran in two weeks! Happy New Year!