Hey, it's all about T-shirts! After playing a crotch warming gig I was faced
with [Actual ages suppressed by the Editors to protect the guilty] year-olds begging for T-shirts. I wouldn't give in but certain
band members wore me down. "Oh c'mon look how cute she looks with that T-shirt..."
After a half hour I gave in. Later I found out the girls got into a stretch limo.
The New York boy got played by a couple of teenagers from Asheville.
Those teenagers would show up later in the evening but that is a tale
for later. The show at Gatsby's was great. Great sound from Lee the sound man
and great treatment from James Berringer who runs the place. Damn this is fun.
Later
Gosh, Asheville's been great. After a tequila soaked night filled with local intrigue
(right Alexis) we finally laid our heads to rest at around 6:30 am at the lovely home
of country gentleman Nathan. A four am. call by our [Actual ages suppressed by the Editors to protect the guilty] year-old groupies found Sam
on the phone as silver tongued as anyone. They showed up and made for an uh...
interesting evening. David and Paul are two very ill boys and need supervision.
Derek and Shery provided shelter from the storm, thanks. The band sounded great
and they really seemed to be enjoying playing. Whoever thought of sending a
bunch of musicians on the road with a myriad of tech toys must have been on
crack. Oh that was me. We are slowly figuring it out. Two days of recording
haven't yielded anything - we fucked it up. Hey we're not rocket scientists.
Love, me
i ate the worm, it made me squirm
i drove a shift, it was my turn
this rhyme is done i'll hit return
thank you james & co at gatsby's Asheville
try the blackened chicken samich, i ate two
nathan & debbie, the Sarahs, derr-n-sherr
and everybody in Asheville who loves us because
they love liles, made this a most righteous stop
hi mom
pp
Woke up to southern sunshine, inviting hills and air so sweet I can taste it.
Now I'm laying back with Sydney and Alex (dog and cat, respectively) basking in this van-free Sunday.
Asheville is the shit.
I'm having one of those, "why do I live in New York?" days (which are coming suspiciously close to frequent.)
Last night's gig was a party. Thanks, Asheville!
P.S. Van boys' quote of the day: "So, if someone gives you a handjob, is that cheating?"
too much fun
special thanks to nathan, derek and cheri, joan, rick,
all at vincents ear and gatsby's
- love you - very groovy n.c. homecoming
all van rides have been trouble free, good sleeping
and eating so far - last night rocked sound and playing-wise
we're stupid - whoever had the idea for this is a silly boy
take my word for it
dl
Here we are in Asheville where Mr. Liles cut his proverbial teeth. But let me take a
step back and do a little description of our experience in Wilmington and Wrightville
beach. We had driven all night, slept a couple of hours at Mama and Papa Liles house.
Mrs. Liles makes incredible "state fair" kinds of food. When we got there we were greeted
by piles of food like banana pudding, potato salad, pimento cheese dip etc. We played
The Farside in Wilmington, warmed up for a band called the Wires, a local All-Star band
according to Mary who we met that night. The Wires play many cheesy covers and put it across
with aplomb. Good players and the female lead singer was inspired at points.
Mary supplied the local color. A hip woman who apparently has a giant wall at her place
covered with signed posters of bands who passed through Wilmington over the years.
Some destined for obscurity, others already household names. Mary was really helpful
with introducing us around to the folks in the audience who seemed warm and friendly.
Many thanks to the Knox family for allowing us to stay at their beautiful place at Wrightsville
Beach. We woke to a tridirectional view of the bay and a crisp, clear (and frigid) blue sky.
Much lo-fi haps in the past thirty hours. Some Wilmington wonder groupie got stuck on the band like
a sandspur, leading to many incriminating photos which Levine "accidentally" deleted the next day.
Sorry folks, no Wilmington shots, and you'll never see the spire on Pete Jones' Pulled
Pork Palace. Asheville has many illy photos coming if we can figure out how to keep the
laptop from crashing when we try to dump them. Check out Paul and Levine negotiating
a t-shirt sale with the Jailbait Sarahs (in stereo). Sampling the local personals ads,
our fave is "SCARLET O'HARA seeks man who can drive nails and doesn't mind a little dog hair
in his dinner."
...the next day