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Thursday, August 15, 2002
University (Not Cleveland) Heights, OH

Morning #2 at Thad's parents' breakfast nook. Everyone's sleeping in a little later last night as a few members of the team stayed up late watching Russel Crowe hack his way through Gladiator. What a cartoon.

Last night's show was at the most "club" place that we're going to play - The Grog Shop. We were the first band on, and there were about 15 people there to watch us. The sound in the club was fine, and we took the performance down a notch to see if we could actually play the songs better when we don't bounce around as much. Those most familiar with the stuff that we were playing (our wives) said that they preferred it. Felt good to me, if a little sterile.

It should be noted at this point that Thad and Abby left the club after we loaded the van up. Something about having to "go right back home and drop the van off, see you in a few."

Our accompaniments for the night deserve a little mention.

Bedroom Allstars- Gen-u-ine rap nu-metal from Cleveland. I think that they were playing in a club that contained less pumped up 17-year olds than the music was written for. They covered a song by Dr. Dre, which is probably the only time that a band that we're playing with will do that.

Lionel Jefferson Airplane - There's no need for me to send out e-mails saying mean things about other bands.

Season to Risk - I've gotta feel a little bad for Season to Risk. They've been around for something like 11 years, been dropped from a major label, and find themselves playing Cleveland on a rainy Wednesday night in August to a crowd of about 10 people. It can't be easy.

Afterwards, it was back to the Calabrese's. Jill forgot her sweater at the club, so we forced Thad to drive us back. He treated us to a few memories of growing up in the neighborhood as we drove along. We learned where a few friends lived as well as hearing a few stories about the one kid in grade school who was at the absolute bottom of the social ladder. Moral of that story is that kids can be amazingly mean to one another. Steven Gretchek, if you are reading this, I am sorry for all of the terrible stuff that I took part in at your expense.

Up to Lansing, where we are on the bill to play with the Shenanigans. If they are an Irish folk band, we'll be in for an interesting night.


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