Monday, July 30, 2007

Weekend Beatdown

Whew! I sure am glad this weekend is oHHHH—Vah!
That damn Chip Robinson came to town from the NYC and pissed off every damn woman in Raleigh! First of all, I committed to playin’ a practice show at Slim’s about a month ago. Well, I din’t know then that there would be another band playing till 12:30am at the time! So we go on at 1am Saturday morning and rocked like ASS! A few beers later, I’m out the door. But still! It’s 4:30 or something when I go to bed! Get up the next morning at about 9:30am to take Nathan to Tae Kwon Do class at 11am. I get to the gig at Moore Square at about 5pm, after stopping by Slim’s to pick up my drums. Deep South Entertainment who put together this NightRanger/Backsliders/5Star show were great about providing our every need…and shouldn’t have. Tons o’ iced down Heinekin mini-kegs were there for the taking.
And we took….and we took..and well, you get the picture. By the time Chip and I hit the stage, we were lit up like ..like…like..what’s that band’s name that sets their pubic hair on fire? Oh, nevermind, so anyway, we play the gig in front of what would eventually be about 5,000 or so… we get done about 9:30pm and next is NightRanger..excuse me a second..I’m putting in this CD that Robbie Fulks sent me of the XM show that the OakTeam was on last week…OOoooohhhhHHHH My God!!! We are KILLIN” IT!!! Shit y’all, we do not suck!
..anyway, so Chip and Dave and Greg and Skillet and Mark have to do a gig at the Pour House (across the street) later and it’s 12:30 or so when they go on..and by that time Chip is shitfaced and all hell breaks loose and he’s tellin’ the crowd how much he hates them and he’s grabbing girl’s asses and he’s stickin’ his tongue down their throats and just about anything he can do to piss folks off..(this is all word of mouth, btw) They then commence to tearing the stage apart limb from limb.
THEN! At 3pm the next day we’re (the OakTeam) doing soundcheck for the Camel Cigarette (ewww!!) Promotion show at The Pour House. Uhhh…Ouch! My ass is draggin’ and I seriously am hoping that a storm comes along and knocks the power out to the place or it accidentally burns down or something and the gig gets cancelled. (Shit! this XM thing is rockin’ like a bitch! Good God A’Mighty!!) Shotgun Romance goes on at about 6:15 and no one (even myself) is offended by a single note (a good sign!) of this really cool bluegrassish getdown, Tres Chicas is next and with songs like “My Love Is as Deep as Your Pockets” and Bobby Womack’s “If You Gotta Make a Fool of Somebody” you can believe that there ain’t no suckin’ going on there! I’m laying upstairs on the couch and decide that there ain’t no way in hell that I’m gonna getta nap and and so I start check around cuz I’m aching and I want a couple of Advils but no one is packing. My buddy Raymond, has Back and Body Ache Goodies. “OK, let me try’m” (famous last words) I soon become rubber-body Terry and decide that this might be the night I try to drink DURING the gig! And ya know what? We pulled it off. Chris brings me up a Margarita and every pull I take from that straw helps my throat. We get looser and looser, but in a good way. It was a great gig afterall, even though it was a Sunday night and I didn’t wanna be there.
Thanks to all, that voted for us on the Fox50.com thing. Unfortunately, we lost out to the Dave Mathews rip-off band (who’da thunK that?) whatever they were called… At least, we didn’t lose to the band with the Cookie Monster singer!

5 comments:

Ace said...

T,

Sorry to hear you don't get to go to lost wages. But you know what they say about bands that join contests? (ie battle of the...)

Anonymous said...

you really should stop drinkin t.

Bobzilla said...

Hey, anonymous - fuck off! He should drink MORE. He's funny as hell when he does. I've seen it many times...

TA said...

You tell'm Bob!

Ace said...

I think anonymous was a post from Terry's liver.....



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