Shot Glass
Last weekend, Ivey played a show in Bremerton with fasa and another band called Low Thin Square at a place called the Manette. It was the wierdest show I have ever played.
The actual performance was very good in my opinion. Sean and I had rehearsed our acoustic stuff a few times that week, and the sound guy mixed everything really well. We were the first band. Harmonies sounded good, and I could hear myself ok singing and playing guitar.
But then it got wierd.
Toward the end of the set, a group of drunk people chucked a shot glass at me. I evaded it as it sailed past me, but I was still mystified about the reasoning. They were pretty tanked, and it was probably just for kicks. After our set though, Sean got in their face. He was a little sauced, but managed to back them down. [apparently, Ryan from fasa got a beer glass smashed over his pedal board. No one knows if it was the same people]. I was a little cheesed, but got over it pretty quickly and decided to keep the glass. Fuck it.
After turning in a very decent set, we set our mind to drinking. Sean took Wild Turkey, and I just had beer. I was anticipating the drive home. One drink, two drinks, three drinks. Good times. Sean re-acquainted himself with a girl he had met once before, while I walked around this carnival-like bar. I was breifly confused by which pisser was which, until I saw giant, cartoon like paintings of a man and a woman.
A guy who turned out to be a local drummer ended up talking to Sean while I was moving gear into the green room. He expressed interest in jamming, going so far as to give us his number...but who knows if he will call.
The band after us was called "Low Thin Square." All of their songs were based on strange patterns and synchopations; very stop and start. It reminded me of a mix between Tool and Messuggah. They had a septogram painted on the bass cabinet. I started talking to Sean and members of fasa about sacred geometry, but I went way over their head; only receiving quizzical looks in reply. I talked to the bass player, Jesse, shortly after their set about geometry, Sitchin, and energy. I recommended Neil Freer to him, but Jesse had never heard of him. I plan to place a link on the band's website.
fasa tore it up next. They were very right on that evening. Their singer, Dustin, debuted this spoken-word piece over some dissonant synth music that they had concocted not too long before the show. Everyone was right on, but the guitarist later admitted to me that he was scared to death about his performance, having left processing gear he relied on elsewhere. I understand how he feels, but that's precisely why Ivey only relies on a basic set up. There's a guitar, an amp, a cable, and not much else between the two.
Following these series of seemingly-normal events, I come to find out that Sean had been asked to leave the club. Apparently, the owners were accusing Sean of pissing all over the bar, indicating a large wet spot under a table.. Even in my semi-inebriated state, I could sense that this tale was taller than the zigguraut at Ur. "If he 'pissed' everywhere, how come his pants aren't soaked? Where's the odor? That's bullshit! At worst, he might have spilled his beer. Give me the mop, and I'll mop that shit up!" The owner did what she could to calm me down and assure me that it was no big deal....
....but apparently outside, some guy was getting in Sean's face about "pissing on my bar, in my town!" But before Sean could deliver a snarky retort, the drummer guy he was talking to got all up in arms and backed the guy down.
Ryan told us that Dustin had grabbed both Ivey's and fasa's payments for the evening, and would reconvene with us later. We were told that there was an after hours at the guitarist's home, and assumed everyone was regrouping there. What ended up happening was the bassist Brian dropped off equipment, and me, Sean, Ryan, and Ryan's girlfriend stayed up until 4 or 5 am drinking wine and listening to music.
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TBC'd............
TBC...........