Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Bar Hunt Recap Jackson, WY Day 4!!!

Jackson, WY is often described as Jackson Hole or at the very least the term Hole somehow always seem to come into play when you’re talking about this little tucked away town. I personally associate this description with shit holes or fuckin'... or fuckin' shit holes. This is getting disgusting.

The point I was trying to make is that, contrary to what the “Hole” suffix might imply, Jackson, WY is actually a pretty little place. Apparently, the whole "Hole" thing comes from some characteristic of this geographic region. I still don’t see it. Anyway, it has this main drag that looks like it was made to race down at 88.6 miles per hour, at the end of which, you’d skid into a brighter future. I could have just said it’s quaint.

Delorean

This was the first date of the Bar Hunt tour at which we were to play an All Ages show. It was also the first date at which we were to play 2 shows in one day. I rarely do this sort of thing, which you can translate as never. It’s fairly challenging, or at least I think it is, or would be. I have a hard enough time keeping my pipes healthy playing one set a night. Some artists will do entire tours of 2 show days. I don’t have the hearty voice or the training for this kind of abuse, so I was a little nervous. Fortunately the eats were good at Cutty's and our all ages show was early with a 3 hr or so break for me before the 21+ show.

In retrospect I wish they would have combined the 2 events. It would have been pretty packed. As it went down we had two decently attended events and somehow I was able to contain myself enough to retain all the evil powers of my voice.
Highlight performance of the night for me… 101 at the underager event. That kid is spirited as hell, super friendly, original and the kind of performer who commits to his set and his words. I love to see a stage show with a frontman who allows himself to delve into the mood, free of inhibition or insecurity. 101 was throwing down, convulsions, flailing arms, wild vocal inflections and all. He did come scary close to knocking down my keys rig a few hundred times, but to his credit and with his eyes closed for much of this flailing, he never bumped it. His content was even really fun.

101 in a rare moment of stillness
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Since the first set was an All Ages show and I have a weak moral fabric, I threw down a selection of my more disgusting songs right off the bat. Little did I know, some of these small town hooligans were far more rambunctious than I, a point illustrated by the hostile little miscreant who tried to go at it with Type at the merch booth after my set. He was cursing and making with the threatening smart alec talk, I guess cause Type made a comment that implied that the kid didn’t have a driver’s license or some such shit. He more or less told Type off, then haggled for 15 minutes with me over the cost of an $8 cd. I finally cut the kid a break. You had to give it up for the guy's stamina. He acted appreciative, but who could say. He was a real smart ass. A couple of times, Kubi even thought he caught the kid trying to steal merchandise but in the end, the young fella walked off with a fistful of stickers that we later discovered papered over the crucial parts of the neighborhood street signs. What a shit that kid was! You almost had to like him. Almost.

Minor Threat. This is face I make when I'm wrecking kid's lives.
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The 21 + show was a little less thrilling although it did yield more silly tour slang when Tulsi was spotted making close chit chat with a cute blonde. The slang didn't come till later. First, 101 took Captain Midnite and I on a tour of late night Jackson eateries, which is like going on a hunt for the best swimming holes in a desert. To make a long story short I had to resort to Wendy’s and I hate fuckin’ fast food. I scarfed down 2 of those dry ass baked potatoes. Ick.

It was getting close to closing time and the drunkards had already laughed and rhythm-lessly dry humped each other to Coochie Coup. Tulsi concluded whatever blonde business he had brewing. The door guy Morgan turned out to be even sillier and easy going than us. He took 5 complete strangers back to his house, provided crash spots, beer and other such fun fixins and tunes. I’m not so sure how his roommates felt about this since we stayed up till the sun was rising playing music and laughing hysterically about ball tricks.

At some point during all this chit chat someone pointed out that Tulsi was still with us and wondered why he hadn't disappeared with his new little friend. Morgan asked which little miss we were talking about and when it came out he leaned over and quietly issued a cautionary, "Oh her. She's a slut," to which Tulsi replied ethusiastically, "Gooooood. I love sluts." Good! What a humanitarian! Tulsi, savior of the sluts. Slut advocate. Jesus! I really came to love that kid over the course of the tour. He is incidentally responsible for expounding on almost all of the ball tricks.

Tulsi, Slut Supporter
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It wasn't until about 10 dates into the 16 day tour when Type pointed out that this car full of "wordsmiths" managed to keep the lamest of their conversational artifacts alive in the enduring tour slang. Gooooood.

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