Monday, October 10, 2005
Death and Destruction
So it’s really cool in the sideshow when somebody passes out during your act – we call it a falling ovation. If somebody in the audience pukes during your act – you’re guararanteed to have the rest of the cast buy you drinks – but tonight we superceded all expectations – when a guy passed out, threw up and had a heart attack while I was on stage.
Yesterday I showed up for load in at 8 am in Dover New Hampshire. We’re playing the Seacoast Tattoo Festival at the Dover Elks Lodge? And it’s pouring rain. We load all our gear on to the outdoor stage under a small tent that we’re sharing with two bands – with 100 feet of mud to walk through to get to our dressing room. And I though I left the carnival? But at least we had an indoor dressing room. With all the tattoo machines running, the power blows out the circuit with the light in our dressing room every five minutes. No big deal for us – but imagine getting tattooed and having the power keep cutting out. Oh yeah – it hurts enough and then you’ve gotta wait for it to hurt some more.
So it’s 10am in the morning - we’re almost done with setup – and I want a beer. I can’t go into the Elk’s Lodge because it’s private so I’m waiting for them to open the wooden window from the bar to the event room. But I’ve got stuff to do – so I tell Lex – Our stage manager who I just met – “I’ve gotta go tune up the chainsaw – can you bring me a beer?”
Apparently she’s never heard a sentence like this before – but as her jaw was dropping they opened the window and I got a PBR draft in one hand with a wrench in the other hand.
Our shows were awesome – the crowd was so much fun. It’s just like Coney Island – if it’s bad weather – the people who come out – come out to have fun – and they’re awesome.
We did two shows outside and two shows inside. I carved a Jack-o-lantern with the chainsaw on top of Peaches before cutting it in half on top of her as she layed on the bed of nails as the rain poured down in sheets off the front of the tent. Show two we killed the chainsaw for good. I guess it’s had a good life – I got it two years ago on the Turkey Chainsaw Massacre tour. Our truck blew a flat in Jacksonville, NC – where Camp LeJune is – the Marine Corps boot camp is. So the pawn shop is awesome – I’m checking out a whole wall of chainsaws – the dude working there keeps talking engines with me which is cool – but I’m swinging them over my head to check for balance and he’s telling me about horsepower – but I want a red one. He stopped helping me after that – but I bought a cool ass chainsaw which has kicked ass for two years.
Tonight the after party was awesome – at Asia – the local Chinese restaurant – which as it happens – is the toughest bar in town and we were swinging with some serious cats – who knew? But I’ll tell you the owner Don kicked my ass in Foozeball.
I love this town. I couldn’t believe it when I got the address after booking the event and found out that we were playing the Elks Lodge – but this place kicks ass and we’re coming back next year for sure!
Yesterday I showed up for load in at 8 am in Dover New Hampshire. We’re playing the Seacoast Tattoo Festival at the Dover Elks Lodge? And it’s pouring rain. We load all our gear on to the outdoor stage under a small tent that we’re sharing with two bands – with 100 feet of mud to walk through to get to our dressing room. And I though I left the carnival? But at least we had an indoor dressing room. With all the tattoo machines running, the power blows out the circuit with the light in our dressing room every five minutes. No big deal for us – but imagine getting tattooed and having the power keep cutting out. Oh yeah – it hurts enough and then you’ve gotta wait for it to hurt some more.
So it’s 10am in the morning - we’re almost done with setup – and I want a beer. I can’t go into the Elk’s Lodge because it’s private so I’m waiting for them to open the wooden window from the bar to the event room. But I’ve got stuff to do – so I tell Lex – Our stage manager who I just met – “I’ve gotta go tune up the chainsaw – can you bring me a beer?”
Apparently she’s never heard a sentence like this before – but as her jaw was dropping they opened the window and I got a PBR draft in one hand with a wrench in the other hand.
Our shows were awesome – the crowd was so much fun. It’s just like Coney Island – if it’s bad weather – the people who come out – come out to have fun – and they’re awesome.
We did two shows outside and two shows inside. I carved a Jack-o-lantern with the chainsaw on top of Peaches before cutting it in half on top of her as she layed on the bed of nails as the rain poured down in sheets off the front of the tent. Show two we killed the chainsaw for good. I guess it’s had a good life – I got it two years ago on the Turkey Chainsaw Massacre tour. Our truck blew a flat in Jacksonville, NC – where Camp LeJune is – the Marine Corps boot camp is. So the pawn shop is awesome – I’m checking out a whole wall of chainsaws – the dude working there keeps talking engines with me which is cool – but I’m swinging them over my head to check for balance and he’s telling me about horsepower – but I want a red one. He stopped helping me after that – but I bought a cool ass chainsaw which has kicked ass for two years.
Tonight the after party was awesome – at Asia – the local Chinese restaurant – which as it happens – is the toughest bar in town and we were swinging with some serious cats – who knew? But I’ll tell you the owner Don kicked my ass in Foozeball.
I love this town. I couldn’t believe it when I got the address after booking the event and found out that we were playing the Elks Lodge – but this place kicks ass and we’re coming back next year for sure!
