On two slim hours of slumber, Greg drove the first leg, the foggy leg. John drove the Pennsylvania leg, the pretty leg, and I drove the leggy leg of a Rockette to New York. It only took 14 hours! To break it up we played more wiffleball at a rest stop, found shamrock smily cookies at Eat 'n' Park, and invented 25 new menstrual-fluid based sexual acts. Alan suggested we eat at an Applebee's near Buttzville, NJ, then left with Mike to eat at Panera Bread Co. Whatta couple of buttz.
Upon entering NYC, the Holland Tunnel rejected us because we had a trailer, and sent us north to the Lincoln Tunnel. Great. Now other bands are starting to call us "Two Tunnels." Just great.
Glasslands is rad. Stereotypically located along a lonely industrial sector of Williamsburg, this Alice in Blunderland romper room reeked of stormy sex and parochial school cleanser. It's as if during the day ghost nuns are scrubbing away the nocturnal sins of today's tight jeaned lotharios.
Precinct kicked things off with some shake-your-ass dub and some folks did. We were next. Brooklyn gets it. Thank Gawd for a city that moves and laughs. Alan egged on a hawkish heckler to the lip of the stage.
"Say it! We're just dressing up some shitty folk songs with spectacle!"
The man continued to scream as Alan blasted him with his high beam movie light. Thank you for that, sir.
During the crescendo of "The Companion" I got lost in my wig and won the Worst Drum Fill Of The Night contest. However, the sound man voted me Glasslands Drummer Of The Year for playing the decorative beads on the wall during the quiet moments in "Inbred Kings" and "Grieving.""Nobody does that!"
Fun show. Mike cracked me up with his reverse Al Jolson make up, resembling a between-innings jump blues sideman for the Mudville Brown Hounds.
"Say it! We're just dressing up some shitty folk songs with spectacle!"
The man continued to scream as Alan blasted him with his high beam movie light. Thank you for that, sir.
During the crescendo of "The Companion" I got lost in my wig and won the Worst Drum Fill Of The Night contest. However, the sound man voted me Glasslands Drummer Of The Year for playing the decorative beads on the wall during the quiet moments in "Inbred Kings" and "Grieving.""Nobody does that!"
Fun show. Mike cracked me up with his reverse Al Jolson make up, resembling a between-innings jump blues sideman for the Mudville Brown Hounds. Greg pantsed Alan, and in retaliation Alan lifted Greg's skirt to reveal the horror of his tangled, G-string strangled testes.
Overall it was one of the best shows on the tour.
Miami Ice Machine closed the night with budget synth sing-alongs and a fun pro-Bin Laden stance.
A big thank you to Liam and Nora (who was relieved to find out I'm not Tony Mendoza the cat photographer) for putting us up and helping us find a spot for the van and trailer in Crown Heights.
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