Let me start off by saying I always enjoy myself when I'm Philly.
Got into the city around 5 after another bout with unreal traffic. On one stop in New Jersey I picked these up, 'cause sometimes I enjoy eating awful, awful shit.
The Level Room was in Center City, and it had a very Lynchian vibe to it:
Maybe it was the drab burgundy curtains behind the stage, or the checkerboard floors, or the unnecessarily swanky upstairs "VIP" section. It was nice. The turnout on the other hand..
Total attendance: 7
Fuck Thelonious Krunk. We left as soon as we possibly could. Common courtesy, man -- if you're not around to watch us, I'm not gonna be too keen on watching you and your friends diddle for a half hour. Also, seven people at the show and we're responsible for 5 of them? If you're a local band, and you have a gig coming up, you should probably promote your show so people, y'know, attend. Being from out of state, and this being our first tour, we can only bring so many heads to a venue. My friend looked at me while they were bringing their equipment in and said, They look like a bunch of dickheads.
Sometimes you gotta play with dickheads, kids.
Just do you, and if they don't want to show you any respect, then fuck 'em.
All of that being said, my friends Bryan and Adam -- and their Earths Anna and Sam -- all really enjoyed themselves. Despite me thinking the sound was as bunk as bunk could get, they all said it sounded great. So, I mean, I can hem and haw about no mids in the beats and the mics and the blah blah, but the people that came to see us liked it, and that's what matters. Fuck my whining.
Grabbed a beer with Adam, Sam and The Anonymous at the Sardine Bar in South Philly. Talked Gallagher, Blueprint, show ideas...haven't had the chance to chill Kwesi and Paul yet on this trip, so it was good to just talk with the dudes instead of show up-rap-leave like we usually do.
Stayed with Bryan, around the corner from Sardine. Here's the homie Wally:
Max was there too, but we didn't get any good shots of him.
Woke up and chopped it up with Bryan's neighbor Country, who was convinced Brent was a drummer and I played bass. Based on that, we're thinking of starting a jazz trio with Rob on horns. I'm the Donald Duck Dunn of this rap shit.
Last show tonight at Fifth Estate (Park Slope)! $5 show with The Anonymous.
Crazy little trip it's been. Morale seemed low last night, but everyone's in the car now listening to Coltrane and looking forward to the next show. Keeping it moving. I'm enjoying outerspace, but the thought of returning to Earth has me floating.
*ps: shouts to the homie outside Mix Pizza who had a pet parrot. Zwaggin' out of control in Center City!
