Been thinking about summer a lot lately, when things are green and you don't have to get ready to go outside. Remember that? The main reason I've been thinking about that this morning is because as I sat at my desk and drank my coffee I could see my breath in my bedroom. Anyways... thinking of summer usually makes me think of tour. The rest if the year is usually just building itself up to that. (Although this summer tour may be cut a little short due to sculpture, which is ok with me). When thinking about tour I begin to think about the food we ate, the peculiar spots in which we went to the bathroom, where we slept, or didn't sleep, but more importantly the people we've met and the music they play. There's a lot of new music and friends that we've been turned on to over the past three summers touring, and there are for sure some stand-outs. This morning I was brought back three summers ago, to our first short tour, and more specifically one day on that trip. Connecticut. At first, all I can think of is fuck Connecticut. And at first upon arriving there we were only reminded of how shitty that place was. We were told to wait in this huuuge parking lot behind some old factories that were practically melting from the heat. Nothing seems to work out for us in Connecticut. In our experience... If you need help, don't ask, they won't know. If you're looking for a certain store or gas station or something, don't trust your grandma's GPS system, it won't know either, and if you want to lose something, your mind, or some expensive equipment, usually Connecticut will gladly take it. So in this huge parking lot this big ol' van pulls up and pulls a clown trick with how many people come out of it. Dirty kids, smelly, un-shaven, under fed (for a little bit at least), kinda like us at the time I suppose. We found out just by talking that they were looking for the same show and the same guy told them to go to this parking lot that seemed to be under a large magnifying glass in the sun. We hung out in the only shade there was around provided by a few small trees and waited for a call from this guy. We found out the van kids were a traveling circus that we were going to be playing with that night, rad. Here is the van and the lot. (from the archives, waaaaay back)
Connecticut once again allowed us to temporarily lose our minds, until we got that call. He said there's another guy coming and he'll tell you where to go. Ok, so we waited and waited and then after "this other guy" pulled up we followed the van to a house. we thought we were playing there, but we didn't we were just going there for..... who knows what reason.... So, we waited some more. I think that the house we were supposed to play at fell through so there was some turmoil in figuring out what to do with a band and a circus. Eventually we drove to yet another house about 20 minutes away. At this point Connecticut was really getting to us. We arrived at this house and it all seemed to be o.k again. Delicious HUGE (huge enough to feed a circus plus some) meal and good people. Here is the house:
So we ate well, and hung out with the circus sharing whiskey and beers and conversations. We played in the basement and all of a sudden there seemed to be a bunch of people there. Good turnout... Also sold a bunch of hand stenciled T-shirts by Chase and I.
Then there was the Almost certain Impossible Impending Doom Circus. (I am most likely remembering their name wrong). Regardless, they were from the future, and would come back to now through the "Vagina of Time" (aka trippy bed sheets hung up on a rack and made to look like a large vagina). They would do things like eat glass, juggle fire, make jokes, play music, do puppet shows, and it was all organized very well. I haven't been able to find anything on the circus since. I know that they were from Marlborough. One of the kids in the circus (mike) also had a band comprised of circus members called Michael Jordan Touchdown Pass. This is what got me on this topic this morning. Then, three summers ago, we exchanged cd's and I've been listening to it ever since, even this morning. His latest project (as far as I know) is Turning Into Softy. (copy paste > http://www.myspace.com/turningintosofty ) I wanted to share his work, it is as sincere as it gets and I believe it should be shared. We've been in touch with Mike here and there ever since for shows an what not. Check what he's got out. The circus blew me away. I've never seen something so charismatic and entertaining and might not ever again. Thanks circus! Here are a few of them.
In other news... (I like saying that) There is a show at ROTA tonight. The Knitting Club, The Ccoommiittee, and Christina Nori at 7:00, 19 Clinton st., $3-$5 at door. (copy paste> http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=168063409910430 ) Come out! Then, tomorrow, there is a play, yes a play. "The Kings Banana's" is a puppet show extraordinaire. (copy paste >http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=187488987953660 ). At the beaver Den. Rumor has it, The Choking Beaver Project is getting back together, but don't tell anyone. A lot going on, "So whatever you do don't be bored, this is the most exciting time you could have possibly wished to have been alive, ever, and things are just getting started". i know you better than you know yourself is an album made by me, and its done, and it's free. E-mail me if you want a physical copy. (drudisillw@gmail.com) Cheers!
