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Crash Pad 15th Ann. w/ridiculous pics & overly long commenta

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    August 2, 2011 9:44 AM PDT

    Crash Pad's actual exact 15th anniversary date was actually a couple months back, but it slipped what was left of my mind since I was busy going through oxycontin withdrawal that night, haha.

    So at any rate, being a Fellow Traveler commie pinko trade unionist pirate radioist (OK I know that very last bit isn't a real word but that has never not only never stopped me, but not even slowed me down), when a local low-power community based radio station was having a benefit I jumped on board that ***** straightaway.  The station is a project connected with the Civic Media Center, which is a local "reading room and library for alternative and non-corporate press, as well as a community activism center" here in town, that Crash Pad has long supported.

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    So anyhow, voila, now we had a show that was also for a great local benefited project (listening to the station as I type this).  To make things even WAAAAAAY more bosstastic, the station also got Grabass Charlestons to play.

    Grabass is a way more popular/successful local punk rock band on our local semi-legendary label, No Idea.  Their guitarist, P.J. ("Peej"), was a former bassist in Crash Pad about 10 years ago.  On top of the Peej connection, their lead singer Will and bassist Replay Dave had been in a predecessor band that Crash Pad played with back in the 90's, so my history with these guys goes WAY back.

    So that was a good thing.  A very good thing.

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    Now, for the downside.

    Because with benefits, there's ALWAYS a downside.  ALWAYS.  I LOVE playing benefits for these and other knuckleheads, but there's ALWAYS a downside.  It's just a given.  Call me jaded, but I determined this a long-ass time ago.

    Anyhow, the radio station decided to open the night with comics.  This was a first for me.  I have no prob with comics,  but they included FIVE FECKING COMICS.  FIVE, man.  Then, to make ***** REALLY interesting, they added a THIRD fecking band!  The third band was from Jax (out of town, an hour or so away), so they would pretty much have to open.

    Did I mention that the venue doesn't really usually have live full bands?  Nope.  So there was basically no "house" for me to contact about the sound.  Someone, presumably the station, had made some sort of arrangements for a PA.  I had heard a batch of people ask online about exactly WHERE in the venue we would play, and concerns about it being cramped.  So, Wednesday I went down to the venue to check it, and fortunately the floor area available was in fact slightly in excess of some of the smaller stages we've played. So at least that wouldn't be a problem.  Plus, I had a beer and tipped the barkeep nicely so I had a friend for purposes  of Friday night.

    Showed up Friday night, fortunately the sound guy was a "floater," Jason, I'd played with on several occasions before, so I knew we'd be at least approaching OK on that score.  There were no vocal monitors, however, for the drummer.  The house had some GREAT hanging speakers that could've been great as backfills, but there was no way to easily integrate them into our PA, so we were pretty fecked on that score.  We jerry-rigged a PA-out to the secondary input on the bass rig, and that was at least an arguably serviceable fix so the drummer could get some real-time (versus back-wall bounce) vocals.

    We loaded in, and backlined behind the openers.  Their drummer comes up to me and says "Weren't you in Allen Wrench?"  Sure enough the guy had been in the GNV back in the 90's, and we had hung out when I was in the band immediately preceding Crash Pad.  Small fecking world, eh?  Brian Krashpad's is, anyhow, haha.  They were really good in a kinda artsy lotsa effects/Mac onstage mathrock kinda way.  Which I knew would only make our set sound all the more shambolic/trainwrecky.

    The radio station brought some Clash for pre-show music, so once I got everybody else set up (I backlined the whole band for the show) and myself, I was playing along to "Police On My Back" to pre-warm-up, and IMMEDIATELY broke a string on my Ravelle.  Feck. 

    So much for my planned #1.

    So, I switch to my Epi WildKat and my clip-on tuner decides to go on the fritz.  I waste far too long trying to get tuned and just decide, feck it, let's go.  Still, I try to fine-tune it during the set and it only gets worse.  A few songs in, I finally give up and switch to a third guitar, my Gibson Les Paul Studio Doublecut.  Having pre-tuned all the guitars earlier in the day, it's pretty damn close to being in tune.  The set goes pretty fecking good.  People are eating up the material, much less my histrionics, which of course start to really kick in and accelerate during the second half of the set.  All stops were pulled out.  Knee-drops, playing behind head. 

    The usual. 

    Fortunately, at some point after we started, someone set a chair within guitar cord-distance, so of course I went and stood on the damn chair to do a solo.  Which happened to be right in front of my son (my wife and daughter, and daughter's gf, also attended), so he got some good close-ups of the chair-solo.

    Voice held out fine, despite the surgery/chemo/radiation, which was what I was hoping and expecting.  In fact someone even came up afterward and said he liked what everything had done to my voice; thank you cancer!  Also, we have one song where our rhythm guitarist sings lead, but he'd had strep the preceding week (skipping our last practice), and when we got to it, he made a slash across his throat, so I ended up singing it for the first time in over a year.

    But generally it went pretty freaking bosstastic.  The crowd ate up my silly histrionics.  At one point I realized I'd drunk all my water and beer and said "If my wife or someone could get me a beer..." and within a minute a really "hot librarian" type in a flouncy red dress brought me a gigantic Genessee Cream Ale.  During the closers' set (which was every bit as boss as I'd expected it to be), I went to the bar to get her a thank-you beer (as well as getting myself a beer, and a shot for the Grabass singer, Will, who was celebrating a birthday) for her, and as luck would have it, she showed up right next to me (I have that kinda magnetic personality, just sayin) to order her next beer, and I said "No need, this is for you."  Which is prolly the schmoovest I've ever been.

    So anyhow, it was a fecking blast.  I got to flirt (just a bit) with a hot librarian type (during the closers' set, some crazy drunk picked her up and gave me the unexpected present of a very nice full-leg shot; whatever panties she was wearing did not fall in the granny category, I can tell you), and played a stupid loud fun set to an appreciative crowd.  Doesn't get much better than that.

    In my book.  Not at 52 for a white guy with big-ass Frankenstein scar on his neck.

    As usual, your comments on my foolishness and poseritude are encouraged.  Now the flood of stupidity shall begin!  Here's a few, thanks to Jack, my 14-year-old, for taking these!  More to follow!

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    More photos a-comin'!

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    August 2, 2011 11:15 AM PDT
    very cool story and pics... glad to hear you had fun!!!
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    August 2, 2011 12:55 PM PDT
    Mike McQuain said:
    very cool story and pics... glad to hear you had fun!!!
    Thanks Mike!  How are things downstate?  Good, I hope.  Still playing in church?  I am.
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    August 2, 2011 4:16 PM PDT
    Good to hear from you Brian. Things are going well around here but I would love to find a few more players to join us at church (yes I still play ever week). I wish we had a backup drummer and we really need keys.
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    August 3, 2011 9:15 AM PDT
    Mike McQuain said:
    Good to hear from you Brian. Things are going well around here but I would love to find a few more players to join us at church (yes I still play ever week). I wish we had a backup drummer and we really need keys.

    Good luck with finding players!  We have one guy who can play rhythm guitar or keys, and another who can play rhythm guitar, keys, bass, or drums.



    Bassist Joel on my T-bird and my bass rig too, hah!

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    Zombie Joel!

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    If you close your eyes, the lyrics mean more.

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    September 4, 2011 7:48 PM PDT
    It's all about having fun with what you love. Well done.
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    October 27, 2011 2:04 AM PDT
    Fantastic pics, Brian! You are a born rocker!
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    October 27, 2011 8:27 AM PDT
    This is the most in depth post I have ever seen on SMG.....Great job Brian, felt like I was there....thumbs up to Jack for some great photos. :-)
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    October 27, 2011 2:43 PM PDT
    Thanks guys! Roman-- the second band pic above was subsequently actually printed in the local paper, the Gainesville Sun, when they needed a pic for a story about a show we did in September.
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    October 27, 2011 7:44 PM PDT
    Great story Brian. Nice photo's. Sound's like one you won't forget..In a good like them gig's.
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    October 27, 2011 7:56 PM PDT
    Brian ~ thank you for sharing... It is always great to hear good memories!!! :~)
  • October 28, 2011 7:13 AM PDT
    The world of a musician. What more can you say. Nice story Brian.
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    November 6, 2011 8:02 AM PST

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    This post was edited by Mike Sr at November 6, 2011 8:03 AM PST