Beat Kitchen, we love you....
Canada loves Chicago. Canada loves The Beat Kitchen....our first official show of tour was quite lovely. We got into Chicago after our first drive in our new van, lovingly called Mothra (for the time being), and made it to beautiful Mollie's apartment (Mollie being beautiful, not her apartment, though her apartment is quite nice too). Steven's folks were in town so he went down to Grant Park to devour Chicago style hotdogs and plastic cups of beer at the Blues Fest. Some Canadians continued the time honored tradition of spending four hours at Reckless Records....others napped, others got tattoos of dragons snaking down their spines, and it was rumored that others were arrested for trying to smuggle rare cacti into the city, though they continue to deny it.
We got a call from The Word Play who were in the city to play a show. Their van broke down and they wanted to hang out, so when we got to the Beat Kitchen they were relaxing outside with their luggage. Sucks so bad, the poor kids. Break problems. It was lovely to see them though, they are such wonderful peoples. Brent has such a lovely beard, I wanted to roll around in it and coo like a wounded dove.
The Beat Kitchen is so wonderful. Frank, the sound man, made us sound so good I couldn't believe it was actually us playing. Bless his heart, I wish he could come with us on the rest of our tour and do our sound. John is always so kind and helpful, and the food is so delicious, and the beer is cold and fills you with a powerful sense of love and energy. We played with some very fun bands, very interesting shit. The first band was led by an accordian wielding singer and reminded me of my favorite Tom Waits moments. The turnout was not as good as last time (we played with Margot and the Nuclear So and Sos and those lovely bastards sold the place out), but it was great fun. Lots of old friends came out whome we hand't seen in ages (so brilliant seeing you Jarvis, Becki, Danielle, Brent, Ian, Kevin, Brandon). Stevens parents were in attendance, which was very nice. We had to play sans Joe as his brother is graduating from the Marines, and though he was greatly missed, we had a VERY fun time on stage, one of the funnest shows in a long time and a great way to start such a long trek. Ryan played the ever lovely Garden Wall and it sounded better than ever. Can't wait to start pulling out new songs we are still finishing, like Old Road and another song Ryan wrote that makes me cry.
It was a late night, and a lovely night, and we had trouble saying goodbye to everyone as we knew we wouldn't be seeing most of them for a very long time. But it was a magic mystical evening and it couldn't have gone better. We even sold three cassette tapes, our minds were ripped.
Its morning now and Amy and Mollie are making us golden eggs and heaven toast and this coffee from the White Hen is delicious. The sun is shining bright and my benedryl is kicking in and I couldn't feel any better. We're off to Milwaukee now and our faces hurt from smiling.
Croquet-Sunday, and all the balls I sink are really sunsets so all around me night flies. The sky is crazy blue. The sky is crazy blue.
S
We got a call from The Word Play who were in the city to play a show. Their van broke down and they wanted to hang out, so when we got to the Beat Kitchen they were relaxing outside with their luggage. Sucks so bad, the poor kids. Break problems. It was lovely to see them though, they are such wonderful peoples. Brent has such a lovely beard, I wanted to roll around in it and coo like a wounded dove.
The Beat Kitchen is so wonderful. Frank, the sound man, made us sound so good I couldn't believe it was actually us playing. Bless his heart, I wish he could come with us on the rest of our tour and do our sound. John is always so kind and helpful, and the food is so delicious, and the beer is cold and fills you with a powerful sense of love and energy. We played with some very fun bands, very interesting shit. The first band was led by an accordian wielding singer and reminded me of my favorite Tom Waits moments. The turnout was not as good as last time (we played with Margot and the Nuclear So and Sos and those lovely bastards sold the place out), but it was great fun. Lots of old friends came out whome we hand't seen in ages (so brilliant seeing you Jarvis, Becki, Danielle, Brent, Ian, Kevin, Brandon). Stevens parents were in attendance, which was very nice. We had to play sans Joe as his brother is graduating from the Marines, and though he was greatly missed, we had a VERY fun time on stage, one of the funnest shows in a long time and a great way to start such a long trek. Ryan played the ever lovely Garden Wall and it sounded better than ever. Can't wait to start pulling out new songs we are still finishing, like Old Road and another song Ryan wrote that makes me cry.
It was a late night, and a lovely night, and we had trouble saying goodbye to everyone as we knew we wouldn't be seeing most of them for a very long time. But it was a magic mystical evening and it couldn't have gone better. We even sold three cassette tapes, our minds were ripped.
Its morning now and Amy and Mollie are making us golden eggs and heaven toast and this coffee from the White Hen is delicious. The sun is shining bright and my benedryl is kicking in and I couldn't feel any better. We're off to Milwaukee now and our faces hurt from smiling.
Croquet-Sunday, and all the balls I sink are really sunsets so all around me night flies. The sky is crazy blue. The sky is crazy blue.
S
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congrats and kicking it off! I'm enjoying reading every moment. Good luck on the rest of the tour!
-Alex
-Alex
