Friday, May 9, 2008

Sweet Baby James

Friday May 9th
St. Louis, Missouri
LEMP (all ages)
w/ .e, the word association (reunion show) and the top grossing films of 1984


The four original Spidermums left for St. Louis about three, Dottie said there was some food being cooked for us at LEMP and to be there about seven. Piatt and me, but mostly Piatt, went through a whole bottle of vodka on the way to St. Louis. I-40 East was closed so we had to take some backwards, messed up way to get to the venue, but we finally got there around eight.

We were fed some really awesome toasted veggie subs and spaghetti. Usually I don't care too much how our set goes, but after eating that food it hit me that I'd feel kind of guilty if we sucked. We ended up sucking, but I didn't feel guilty. It's not like it was our intent to suck.

After .e's set, we set up all our shit and realized how broken the drums were. We didn't use them much at all on tour and we were really careful with them. But the kick head was broken, the toms were loose, the snare head was warped, and the snare stand was kind of fucked up. My guitar amp was cutting out. James broke a string during the first song. Trevis had so stand in front of Piatt's kick the whole set with his foot on it so it didn't scoot all over the room. Almost everyone that was there came up to us after the show and told us that they liked us, but I felt like it wasn't our best. It was kind of chaotic and dangerous, but Piatt didn't have a kick the second half of the set and we had all kinds of technical difficulties. Oh well. We sold some merch and got paid well.

We got a retarded amount of cheap beer at a grocery store and went back to Ryan's house. Nothing much happened after that, we played some racing game where you had a real wheel and gas and brake pedals, I never used the brake. We drank a bunch of shitty beer, Piatt wasn’t too happy about how his drums were fucked up, but I bought him a new head for the kick and we’re going to get some nuts for the bolts holding his toms on his kick. No big deal.

Sweet baby James fell asleep first and Piatt filled his ears with pretzels.

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