![AUGUST 27 – HOUSE CAFÉ, DEKALB, IL [SHOW #69]
Day 79. 19,060 miles.
When I awoke I was still sitting up. Patrick cranked up the van and we left the Super 8 parking lot. “A man came out of the building and was looking at us suspiciously, so it’s time we get outta here,” he said. We pulled up to a bagel shop to use the bathrooms inside, then to a grocery store to stock up on some food, and then over to the Travelodge, which gave us the cheapest rate, and checked into a room where we crashed through the midday hours. Later that afternoon I got up and around. It was bright and sunny out, the sunshine hot and the air cool. It took my eyes a long time to adjust to the brightness. Have I really been living the nocturnal life of an owl? I found a chair in the shade to sit in beside the hotel’s empty and decaying pool. There I strummed on an acoustic guitar and watched the school busses coming and going on the roadway, dropping handfuls of kids off at the hotel where apparently some of them were living and the apartment complex nextdoor. Across the street was a place called Dollar Video, with a sign out front that advertised a going-out-of-business sale. Every now and again a train would siren and chug it’s way past.
I can’t seem to shake all these drunken babblers who ramble endlessly about their lives and other incoherent nonsense to me, barking beer spit into my face. At the House Café in Dekalb, they attached to me like flies. At this show I was constantly having to create distractions to peel myself away from them, my patience long expired. The worst was this older man named Rob, who stood right in front of the stage throughout our set, playing air guitar and shouting rock & rollisms at us. At the end of the night he was glued to us. Trying to entice us to give him a ride home where we’d all “smoke some dope and jam on a huge collection of guitars.” We were outside after packing up the van, swapping hugs with Devin’s cousin Matt of the band Loose Lips Sink Ships, and Rob was breathing over our shoulders saying “yeah, all right, let’s get in the van, time to go back to my place.” Meanwhile, Patrick pulled the van around the block and waited for us. After saying goodbye to Matt, Dave, Devin and I briskly walked up the sidewalk, not turning around to look at Rob who was most certainly trying to keep up with us. As we turned the corner, we busted into a full-on sprint to the van parked on the curb down the block. We dove into the van yelling “Drive! Drive! Drive!” and Patrick hit the gas.
But by no means was our night bogged down by drunks. The turnout at the show was huge, and we met a tons of great folks. The hometown band, Loose Lips Sink Ships, were playing their final show, and it was a big event that was captured on film. They were absolutely incredible! Their music was pretty stunning and the audience was enraptured. Our friends in the Quad-Cities band Chrash again played right before us and put on a pretty great set themselves. I got a kick out of Chris’s magnifying lens mounted onto the mic stand. This marked the final show with guitarist Eric (who joined us on stage to sing backing vocals on By The Wave). There were a lot of LLSS friends and fans in attendance, and a great number of random people coming in off the street, many of them new college students getting their first taste of the college town nightlife.
The word we heard: “I’ve got the perfect woman for you…my ex-wife” Rob, to Devin
Sound Tech we respect: Nick
We adore the door: Beach
Sticks, strings and broken things: Devin – 1 A string
The fill of the bill: Adult Videos / Cadence Fox / Chrash / Loose Lips Sink Ships
Patrick sober you will stay at the House Café
Monument / Don’t Go / Camille Claudel / Pacific Sunrise / Being Gone / By The Wave / Magic Circle Symphony / Shot In The Face / Give It A Try / When The World Sleeps](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7wppg24dC1qahyhxo1_500.jpg)
AUGUST 27 – HOUSE CAFÉ, DEKALB, IL [SHOW #69]
Day 79. 19,060 miles.
When I awoke I was still sitting up. Patrick cranked up the van and we left the Super 8 parking lot. “A man came out of the building and was looking at us suspiciously, so it’s time we get outta here,” he said. We pulled up to a bagel shop to use the bathrooms inside, then to a grocery store to stock up on some food, and then over to the Travelodge, which gave us the cheapest rate, and checked into a room where we crashed through the midday hours. Later that afternoon I got up and around. It was bright and sunny out, the sunshine hot and the air cool. It took my eyes a long time to adjust to the brightness. Have I really been living the nocturnal life of an owl? I found a chair in the shade to sit in beside the hotel’s empty and decaying pool. There I strummed on an acoustic guitar and watched the school busses coming and going on the roadway, dropping handfuls of kids off at the hotel where apparently some of them were living and the apartment complex nextdoor. Across the street was a place called Dollar Video, with a sign out front that advertised a going-out-of-business sale. Every now and again a train would siren and chug it’s way past.
I can’t seem to shake all these drunken babblers who ramble endlessly about their lives and other incoherent nonsense to me, barking beer spit into my face. At the House Café in Dekalb, they attached to me like flies. At this show I was constantly having to create distractions to peel myself away from them, my patience long expired. The worst was this older man named Rob, who stood right in front of the stage throughout our set, playing air guitar and shouting rock & rollisms at us. At the end of the night he was glued to us. Trying to entice us to give him a ride home where we’d all “smoke some dope and jam on a huge collection of guitars.” We were outside after packing up the van, swapping hugs with Devin’s cousin Matt of the band Loose Lips Sink Ships, and Rob was breathing over our shoulders saying “yeah, all right, let’s get in the van, time to go back to my place.” Meanwhile, Patrick pulled the van around the block and waited for us. After saying goodbye to Matt, Dave, Devin and I briskly walked up the sidewalk, not turning around to look at Rob who was most certainly trying to keep up with us. As we turned the corner, we busted into a full-on sprint to the van parked on the curb down the block. We dove into the van yelling “Drive! Drive! Drive!” and Patrick hit the gas.
But by no means was our night bogged down by drunks. The turnout at the show was huge, and we met a tons of great folks. The hometown band, Loose Lips Sink Ships, were playing their final show, and it was a big event that was captured on film. They were absolutely incredible! Their music was pretty stunning and the audience was enraptured. Our friends in the Quad-Cities band Chrash again played right before us and put on a pretty great set themselves. I got a kick out of Chris’s magnifying lens mounted onto the mic stand. This marked the final show with guitarist Eric (who joined us on stage to sing backing vocals on By The Wave). There were a lot of LLSS friends and fans in attendance, and a great number of random people coming in off the street, many of them new college students getting their first taste of the college town nightlife.
The word we heard: “I’ve got the perfect woman for you…my ex-wife” Rob, to Devin
Sound Tech we respect: Nick
We adore the door: Beach
Sticks, strings and broken things: Devin – 1 A string
The fill of the bill: Adult Videos / Cadence Fox / Chrash / Loose Lips Sink Ships
Patrick sober you will stay at the House Café
Monument / Don’t Go / Camille Claudel / Pacific Sunrise / Being Gone / By The Wave / Magic Circle Symphony / Shot In The Face / Give It A Try / When The World Sleeps
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