Gonna lump a few of these together since they are lump-worthy. Albany, NY. What can I say. Wow. Albany. Nice theatre, lots of weird folks. Lots of weird heckling but only from one guy. During the show, this guy starts yelling out to Sean between songs covers of other songs, from, "Listen to what the man said" (a Paul McCartney and Wings song, no less, dumbass), "Goldtop Mountain Heart Queen Directory", & "Lenny Kravitz". What an ass. We soon escorted him out, turns out he was quite drunk, big surprise, and when the state troopers are escorting him out of the building, he apologizes, says he had a little too much to drink, was having fun, and fessed up to smoking a little pot before the show. He was immediately placed in handcuffs and into ye olde State Limo. Have I said, "dumbass" yet? Glad to reiterate.
Northhampton, Mass. The Iron Horse is this little old ski lodge looking place that holds about 150 people and for some reason they insist on booking rock bands there. I don't get it, it's just too small and loud, but what are you gonna do, gotta make the best of it. One highlight of the town is a cafe called Haymarket which has great vegan/veggie delights and great coffee. We did also have fun at the open mic night across the street from the club in some little bar.
OH Wait, funny story. So this guy that is on tour with us (I promised I would not mention any names here to "protect the innocent" had a funny run in. So there is a theatre across the street from the club we're playing and they are having a show the same night as us. So after our gig is over, we load out, pack the trailer and we all head over to this little bar for a nightcap before we drive to Boston. So our bus driver moves the bus back to the hotel and the bus from the band that is playing at the theatre is moved into the exact same spot where OUR bus was parked. The ole switcheroo, as it goes. Here's the real kicker, this guy with our group, doesn't realize it's a different bus, and the entry code to unlock the door is identical to our bus. Weird? Weird!
So he heads to the back of the bus, there are a bunch of dudes hanging in the back lounge he doesn't recognize, but he says "Hey" they say "Hey" and they sit around and talk for about 45 minutes. He says he wants to open the window and they won't let him and it gets a little ugly, next thing he knows he is getting carried off of what he thinks is HIS bus. Furious and cursing like a sailor all the way, he gets outside the bus, looks at the side of the bus and says, "wait a minute, this bus is blue, ours is red, whoops! Who's bus was I on?"
Funny? Funny!
Boston was just plain uneventful. Great crowd, cold rainy night. Sean was really affected by the fans in a good way. They were singing EVERY word, LOUD, to every song. It kind of freaked him out but he and the band completely enjoyed it. It was awesome to see him react to them and vice versa. Wonderful show, but I'm ready for a day off. Oh, and the mango at the Thai Place down the street, Brown Sugar, was not ripe at all. Good sticky rice, though.
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