Okay, first and foremost, I was wrong. I said my show in Chicago with Blag from the mighty Dwarves was on Wednesday, but it’s tomorrow. It’s Tuesday the fourteenth. It’s at the Debonair social club (on Milwaukee, just south of North Ave) and I’m playing acoustic, Matt Skiba is (in theory) Djing, and Blag from the Dwarves is playing acoustic too. If the show in Florida on Friday is any indication, I’m gonna be great. Come on down and have some fun. Bring pills.
So, yeah, Florida show. It was swell. For those of you who don’t know what I’m referring to, Tom from Against Me, Dan from the Alkaline Trio and little old me got together down in the shaft of America to play some acoustic songs. Those guys were both great, but let’s be honest, I was the real highlight, right? Of course I was.
Nah, seriously it was a good time. There was a point though where I wanted to hang out with my friends (because, you know…socialization of mammals and all that; I get lonely just standing in a parking lot drinking amstel by myself) and the only people I knew there were Dan and Tom…but they both had lines of people waiting to get them to sign shit/pose for pics etc. And fuck, man. I’m not standing in line to get a picture with Tom. That’s crazy. Much less to just casually say, “check out that guy’s pants. What’s he? A medieval Russian blacksmith?” You know? That’s off the cuff stuff. Not ‘stand in line’ stuff. So I just kind of kicked it in the lot, drinking beer. But that’s cool. That’s how I grew up. Standing in parking lots drinking beer waiting for shows to start. It was a lot like Rocky going back to his old gym, or Dahmer killing dogs. You gotta remember and embrace what made you who you are. Unless it’s some kind of incest thing, then, probably it’s okay to just forget it and move on. Uh…woah, heavy. Anyway.
Yeah, so I looked around a little bit, and here’s what I noticed (and I probably rattled this little joke off about a zillion times while I was in Florida) it was all Trio shirts and Against Me! shirts, which pretty much means it looked EXACTLY like a Lawrence Arms show. Huh? Huh? Right? Hmmm… It seemed funnier at the time I guess. Fuck. You people are grumpy today. What’s the problem? Case of the Mondays? Had to take another morning after pill? Dead pet? Shitty job? No job? Going to Jail? Out of drugs? Yeah…bummer.
Okay, so last thing about the show…these young girls (22ish) were asking Dan and Tom to sign their posters (nice silkscreened posters were made for the show) and then, as an afterthought they approached me and said, “hey! You should sign the poster too!” As I was signing, one of the girls said “you’re gonna have to get used to this. You’ll be doing this a lot some day!”
Isn’t that sweet? She thought I was at the BEGINNING of my long arc of a career in the music business. Nowhere to go but slightly up, before ultimately plummeting back down. It was sweet. It was a real return to my roots…again, with the standing around in the parking lot and the…Look, you know what I’m sezzin, right?
Yeah, but it was good. I had a great, great time playing and Tom and Dan were both awesome. I’m assuming that tomorrow night is gonna be really fun too. I hope you guys come out.
Today, I’m gonna end this thing early, because I need to go pick up our first ever roadie and take him to breakfast. He’s back in Chicago after a long stint working as a bartender at the biggest strip club in Denver. Tits make this guy yawn now, but show him a set of sweaty nuts and he’s insatiable! He’d punch his aunt in the face for some nuts, boy.
Okay, whatever. Happy Monday. Tomorrow I’ll be back in proper form.