This post finds us in the midst of our busiest gig week yet. We just finished up a Friday/Saturday doubleheader at the Silk City Tap Room in Florence, MA and Radio Bean in Burlington, VT. And we’re currently en route to Toad in Cambridge, MA for a joint show with David Wax Museum. On the way back, we’re hitting the Lucky Dog Music Hall in Worcester, MA. So while I sit in the car with Auyon’s bony knees invading the back of my seat, I will give you the quick scoop on this week’s shows so far.
Silk City Tap Room was a good old-fashioned bar gig. It was great to stretch out a little and play a full hour set, bringing some older material back into the fold and debuting a very new song, tentatively called “Malea.” Our music seemed well received, and we definitely had lots of fun. We were psyched to see familiar faces from some previous local gigs (recurring patronage seems like it has to be a good sign). Even our kind landlady stopped in to hang out! We got help on the mixing board from members of the band “Wyld Stallyns,” who came on after us to regale the party people with our old favorites from the mid-90’s pop-rock catalogue. We made friends with some high-proof tequila representatives. Obviously mistaking us for athletes, they bestowed a variety of sweatband products and even basketballs upon us (see pic). They even made a half-hearted attempt to flirt with us until they realized we were more interested in Rubik’s cubes than girls.
Darlingside does not endorse the use of skinny black ties
Radio Bean was another big milestone for us as our first 400+ mile trip, and we did it in style. And by “style” I mean a big unmarked van rental. After driving around the small streets of Burlington looking more than a little sketchy (“we don’t have any lollipops, leave us alone!”), we arrived at the venue. Radio Bean surprised us first by having our tiniest stage yet, and second by having the coolest crowd we’ve yet experienced. We got set up with 2/3 of Sam’s kit on the riser, Auyon and Harris spilling off the edge, and Dave and I swordfighting throughout the night with our long-necked instruments (why does everyone smirk when I say that?). The coffee shop atmosphere segued seamlessly into a sophisticated bar scene, and the patrons were extremely receptive listeners. We found a metal bowl on a pedestal with undergarments in it that we somehow realized was the tip bowl. It got admirably refilled, albeit with more traditional tipping fare, and we proceeded to make friends with med students from UVM (even in the great white North, you can still be delighted to find clusters of Williams alum-dom). We then managed to get our silly on from the two comp drinks we received at the bar and ended the night RPS’ing for couches at Casa Andrew Eyre (a very schwank place to crash that we probably didn’t deserve– thanks again Andrew!).
More to follow shortly (hopefully not by me, for all y’allse’s sake) on the rest of this week’s tour (Toad in Cambridge, the Lucky Dog in Worcester).
Recap Notes: RPS: Rock-Paper-Scissor
“more interested in Rubick’s cubes than girls [sic]”= not strictly true, although it’s a close call, Dave having spent the van ride up split evenly between “sexting” and finishing his cube in the light from the phone
“sexting”= what I am willing to assume people are doing whenever they ignore me and type on their little gadgets
City of the Silk, Bean of the Radio
This post finds us in the midst of our busiest gig week yet. We just finished up a Friday/Saturday doubleheader at the Silk City Tap Room in Florence, MA and Radio Bean in Burlington, VT. And we’re currently en route to Toad in Cambridge, MA for a joint show with David Wax Museum. On the way back, we’re hitting the Lucky Dog Music Hall in Worcester, MA. So while I sit in the car with Auyon’s bony knees invading the back of my seat, I will give you the quick scoop on this week’s shows so far.
Silk City Tap Room was a good old-fashioned bar gig. It was great to stretch out a little and play a full hour set, bringing some older material back into the fold and debuting a very new song, tentatively called “Malea.” Our music seemed well received, and we definitely had lots of fun. We were psyched to see familiar faces from some previous local gigs (recurring patronage seems like it has to be a good sign). Even our kind landlady stopped in to hang out! We got help on the mixing board from members of the band “Wyld Stallyns,” who came on after us to regale the party people with our old favorites from the mid-90’s pop-rock catalogue. We made friends with some high-proof tequila representatives. Obviously mistaking us for athletes, they bestowed a variety of sweatband products and even basketballs upon us (see pic). They even made a half-hearted attempt to flirt with us until they realized we were more interested in Rubik’s cubes than girls.
Darlingside does not endorse the use of skinny black ties
Radio Bean was another big milestone for us as our first 400+ mile trip, and we did it in style. And by “style” I mean a big unmarked van rental. After driving around the small streets of Burlington looking more than a little sketchy (“we don’t have any lollipops, leave us alone!”), we arrived at the venue. Radio Bean surprised us first by having our tiniest stage yet, and second by having the coolest crowd we’ve yet experienced. We got set up with 2/3 of Sam’s kit on the riser, Auyon and Harris spilling off the edge, and Dave and I swordfighting throughout the night with our long-necked instruments (why does everyone smirk when I say that?). The coffee shop atmosphere segued seamlessly into a sophisticated bar scene, and the patrons were extremely receptive listeners. We found a metal bowl on a pedestal with undergarments in it that we somehow realized was the tip bowl. It got admirably refilled, albeit with more traditional tipping fare, and we proceeded to make friends with med students from UVM (even in the great white North, you can still be delighted to find clusters of Williams alum-dom). We then managed to get our silly on from the two comp drinks we received at the bar and ended the night RPS’ing for couches at Casa Andrew Eyre (a very schwank place to crash that we probably didn’t deserve– thanks again Andrew!).
More to follow shortly (hopefully not by me, for all y’allse’s sake) on the rest of this week’s tour (Toad in Cambridge, the Lucky Dog in Worcester).
Recap Notes:
RPS: Rock-Paper-Scissor
“more interested in Rubick’s cubes than girls [sic]”= not strictly true, although it’s a close call, Dave having spent the van ride up split evenly between “sexting” and finishing his cube in the light from the phone
“sexting”= what I am willing to assume people are doing whenever they ignore me and type on their little gadgets