![FEBRUARY 15 – SKYLINE ROOM, VALPARAISO, IN [SHOW #147]
[DF] We didn’t have a show on Monday, and so we spent the day at museums (I spent a few hours at the phenomenal Art Institute of Chicago, while Pat, Joe, and Dave met up with Shawn (our booking agent) and his wife Emily at the Field Museum). Later that night we hung out at our friends Laura and Michael’s place until 4am and I confirmed how fucking awful I am at parking in big cities by getting the van towed (yet again – recall my parking in Manhattan around October 24). We picked it up at the tow pound the following day. The folks at the tow pound were much more friendly and efficient than those in Manhattan (thankfully, since there was only one tiny bench in the whole place). When Pat went to grab the van from the lot, Dave and I followed him, but were stopped by the gatekeeper, who told Pat “Tell your homies they gotta stay outside.”
We arrived in Valpo with time to kill, so we were immediately drawn to a bar called Pass Times where we drank some beers and basically just passed the time. Went to the venue at 7pm unsure what to expect: Tuesday in Valporaiso – well, actually directly halfway between Valpo and Hobart, beneath a faux-fancy Brazilian feast-house. The last time we had played here was enjoyable, but the turnout was extremely sparse. Our good friend, Sam Vicari, had set up this show and had filled the bill with some terrific acts, and a bit to our surprise the turnout this time around was quite good. Every act that played was great, we met some nice people, and our friends Wes and Emily (who are also friends with Sam) drove down from Chicago for the show (and graciously bought us some beers. I was reluctant at first to accept a second round, but then Wes reminded me that, unlike us hacks (my words, not his) who make 10 dollars a day, he has an actual job, so I allowed him to proceed with the purchase.).
Some personally memorable moments of this evening included a point during Sam’s set while he was tuning when he asked the audience if anyone had a joke. I had made up a terrible joke a couple weeks ago (see the word we heard), initially about Marcel Duchamp, but modified to Picasso more recently, and told it in front of the whole room to a reaction predominately of silence and groans, and one gentleman in his fifties making a face expressing discomfort with the joke to his wife. Later, while the man was about to enter the restroom while I was in it, Patrick warned him “Be careful, he’s telling jokes in there!” The man then asked me what he said, and I repeated it, to which he cleverly responded, “I thought he said you were holding a joke in here.”
After the show we returned to Sam Vicari’s place and feasted on chips, salsa, various types of hummus, High Life, and PBR – a spread of delicacies fit for kings, courtesy of Sam himself.
The word we heard: “Did you heard about when Pablo Picasso sharted in his pants? It was the beginning of his creative streak.” –Devin
The pets we met: Molly / Tubby
The pad was rad: Sam
The fill of the bill: Luke Wolf / Sam Vicari / Silhavey
Torpedoes on Tuesday / Some Ordinary Vision / Start the Revolution / Cognac Dreams / Underground Bed / Terminal / Camille Claudel / Collage of Impressions / Church on Mars / Reoccurring Kind / Don’t Go](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhauqisLpW1qahyhxo1_1280.jpg)
FEBRUARY 15 – SKYLINE ROOM, VALPARAISO, IN [SHOW #147]
[DF] We didn’t have a show on Monday, and so we spent the day at museums (I spent a few hours at the phenomenal Art Institute of Chicago, while Pat, Joe, and Dave met up with Shawn (our booking agent) and his wife Emily at the Field Museum). Later that night we hung out at our friends Laura and Michael’s place until 4am and I confirmed how fucking awful I am at parking in big cities by getting the van towed (yet again – recall my parking in Manhattan around October 24). We picked it up at the tow pound the following day. The folks at the tow pound were much more friendly and efficient than those in Manhattan (thankfully, since there was only one tiny bench in the whole place). When Pat went to grab the van from the lot, Dave and I followed him, but were stopped by the gatekeeper, who told Pat “Tell your homies they gotta stay outside.”
We arrived in Valpo with time to kill, so we were immediately drawn to a bar called Pass Times where we drank some beers and basically just passed the time. Went to the venue at 7pm unsure what to expect: Tuesday in Valporaiso – well, actually directly halfway between Valpo and Hobart, beneath a faux-fancy Brazilian feast-house. The last time we had played here was enjoyable, but the turnout was extremely sparse. Our good friend, Sam Vicari, had set up this show and had filled the bill with some terrific acts, and a bit to our surprise the turnout this time around was quite good. Every act that played was great, we met some nice people, and our friends Wes and Emily (who are also friends with Sam) drove down from Chicago for the show (and graciously bought us some beers. I was reluctant at first to accept a second round, but then Wes reminded me that, unlike us hacks (my words, not his) who make 10 dollars a day, he has an actual job, so I allowed him to proceed with the purchase.).
Some personally memorable moments of this evening included a point during Sam’s set while he was tuning when he asked the audience if anyone had a joke. I had made up a terrible joke a couple weeks ago (see the word we heard), initially about Marcel Duchamp, but modified to Picasso more recently, and told it in front of the whole room to a reaction predominately of silence and groans, and one gentleman in his fifties making a face expressing discomfort with the joke to his wife. Later, while the man was about to enter the restroom while I was in it, Patrick warned him “Be careful, he’s telling jokes in there!” The man then asked me what he said, and I repeated it, to which he cleverly responded, “I thought he said you were holding a joke in here.”
After the show we returned to Sam Vicari’s place and feasted on chips, salsa, various types of hummus, High Life, and PBR – a spread of delicacies fit for kings, courtesy of Sam himself.
The word we heard: “Did you heard about when Pablo Picasso sharted in his pants? It was the beginning of his creative streak.” –Devin
The pets we met: Molly / Tubby
The pad was rad: Sam
The fill of the bill: Luke Wolf / Sam Vicari / Silhavey
Torpedoes on Tuesday / Some Ordinary Vision / Start the Revolution / Cognac Dreams / Underground Bed / Terminal / Camille Claudel / Collage of Impressions / Church on Mars / Reoccurring Kind / Don’t Go
