Red Elvises
All this Red Elvises talk (Alex mentioning them and Sean seeing them at Rusty's Surf Ranch) not only made me incredibly jealous, but it also reminded me of how we stumbled upon this wondrous band. Seth and I had made plans to see the Phenomenauts at Slims. We drove all the way to San Francisco, bought our overpriced tickets at the counter and then decided we were starving. We asked the lady at the ticket counter when the Phenomenauts started and she said not for another 20 minutes or so. Perfect. I remember walking away wondering who this Red Elvises band was kind of annoyed that they were the reason a normally $15 cover charge was now raised to $25.
We ran across the street and shoved our faces with whatever god awful food we could find at the little convenience store/ fast food place. We got back to Slims just as they were setting up the stage for the next band. Perfect timing. Then I started noticing people chanting "Red Elvises." Hmm... is that bits of confetti on the stage? No way, we couldn't have missed the Phenomenauts... And then I saw the toilet paper on the floor. That was all the confirmation I needed to know that we had in fact missed them.
We were so upset over the whole thing, we thought about leaving. I, unlike my normal self back then, tried to make the best of it and suggested staying to see what all the hype was about. Come on, at that age, you didn't just throw around $25. Seth, always up for pretty much anything, agreed.
Enter the Red Elvises.
If you've seen them play, you pretty much know what that first experience is like. Except, that first experience included the bass player picking me up on stage and me making a sad attempt to seductively move my hips to "I Wanna See you Bellydance."
Of course, by the time the 400 person conga line started, we were in love with them and so glad that we saw them. Even at the expense of missing the band we drove 45 miles to see. I always think back to that show and wonder how incredible it would be to see the Phenomenauts and the Red Elvises play a show together. And to think, we missed probably one of the most comical and enjoyable shows of my adolescents due to scarfing down something of the likes of corndogs and potato chips.
We ran across the street and shoved our faces with whatever god awful food we could find at the little convenience store/ fast food place. We got back to Slims just as they were setting up the stage for the next band. Perfect timing. Then I started noticing people chanting "Red Elvises." Hmm... is that bits of confetti on the stage? No way, we couldn't have missed the Phenomenauts... And then I saw the toilet paper on the floor. That was all the confirmation I needed to know that we had in fact missed them.
We were so upset over the whole thing, we thought about leaving. I, unlike my normal self back then, tried to make the best of it and suggested staying to see what all the hype was about. Come on, at that age, you didn't just throw around $25. Seth, always up for pretty much anything, agreed.
Enter the Red Elvises.
If you've seen them play, you pretty much know what that first experience is like. Except, that first experience included the bass player picking me up on stage and me making a sad attempt to seductively move my hips to "I Wanna See you Bellydance."
Of course, by the time the 400 person conga line started, we were in love with them and so glad that we saw them. Even at the expense of missing the band we drove 45 miles to see. I always think back to that show and wonder how incredible it would be to see the Phenomenauts and the Red Elvises play a show together. And to think, we missed probably one of the most comical and enjoyable shows of my adolescents due to scarfing down something of the likes of corndogs and potato chips.