:: Music As Social Agitation Records::

:: Saturday, January 15, 2005 ::

we got up with Stephanie at 5 something in the morning and quickly made our way to the downtown greyhound terminal. we said good bye to Stephanie and prepared for our first, long bus ride together. we were to get into to Denver at 6pm or so, which was good timing for us to make it (via a ride from Alicia, whose house it was) to the house for the house show. Alicia picked us up with her mustached friend david and we were on our way. their house was in a cool/nice part of nearly downtown and I was surprised that rent wasn’t more expensive. the main room (dining plus living) was long and wood-floored, which seemed perfect. we hung out for about an hour and a half and there was a liquor run and a few drinks were had. finally, we decided that though there was only five of us hanging out, we would start the music and that Alicia’s roommate, Dustin, would start the night of and then finish the night off (that way his girlfriend, who was out trying to hook up with their coke dealer, could see some of his stuff). tony encouraged him to do ryan adams covers, which he handled well, though I wish he would have played a few more originals. finally, a few people started trickling in. tony took the stage and his set sounded good on the narrow, hardwood floor. I was in the other room with internet access and a glas of wine for the first two songs. there was now about ten people. tony finished up his set, one of what would come to be characteristically short sets, by my standards, though that is the way that tony likes to work it. I tuned up and such and then played like five or so songs, by this point there were probably 12 people. Alicia had been expecting more, especially since it was a party. Dustin who was watching the mic levels (which were going through an amp of his) sat to stage right and actually did several lines of coke during both mine and tony’s set, which was fucking hilarious. coke and sparks, man, coke and sparks. though there wasn’t that many people we had a greta time hanging out and chatting it up and then playing a few songs. the thing that sucked the most was that our fucking bus out of town left at 11pm. so basically we were in Denver with some cool folk for about 4 hours. I felt like an ass because of it. Alicia and one of her friends, whom were all over each other dancing and hugging and sometimes kissing (oh, the tone of sexual exploration!), made a last ditch effort to try and get tony to decide to stay the night. I, unfairly and dishonestly, said that I would love to but that tony had set up our show the next day and it was up to him if he wanted to skip it. the ladies pulled tony aside and used some intoxicating tactics to try and convince the presley, but the presley was not convinced. david, the only somber one of the bunch, than drove us with Alicia back down to the greyhound station. and that was our four hour trip/layover in Denver. we got back on the bus with a lot of the same people who were trekking from SLC and began our 20 hour busride to Denton texas, home of the legendary Grant Cross and, well, some other shit.

:: brs 11:36 PM [+] ::
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