First night of the tour. Elgin. Upstairs in the basement. Fun, angular, LOUD set by Builder/Destroyer.
"Is it too loud?" asked the gal that ran the sound. Everyone was too man to admit that it might have been. Uh, but not me. So I said, "It's loud."
Downstairs Blues Hammer was playing. Alan, Mike, and Greg played horns with them from the bathroom, and the fanfare followed upstairs to the basement.
We tried to play quiet. Sound was a puddle of treble. Blues Hammer hecklers trickled upstairs. Latinos danced but Alan put a stop to that right away Ian MacKaye-style.
It was a cold room. I wore a big red union suit and a giant dress that sometimes blocked my bass drum beater. Greg kicked over his 1-foot-tall amp. Mike made fun of Elgin and John went home early. To his credit John also arrived early and made poo poo in a JJ Peppers.
Canadian Rifle played a rad set. Their drummer reminded me of a Syd Barrett-era Roger Waters. This is a good thing. After that Heather from Mary Hartman Mary Hartman's band played a couple of birthday songs while we unloaded for the longer than usual ride home.
My mom attended this show.
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