Alright. Well, its been a week since this show. I should have written this the day after the show but oh well. I’m a professional crastinator. (is that spelled right?)
Well, we left for Rockford around 5:30. We got there right around 7. So Rob and I go in and meet Andy and he takes us to the room where we will be playing. There is no stage or anything. Just a big room. There is a big piece of black fabric hanging against a wall as like a backdrop. There r lights set up and a PA and a sound board and thats about it. We meet Kent, the sound man. Both him and Andy r real nice to us. They say we r playing 2nd out of 5 total “acts”. That was kinda strange to hear. So we go get Eric and drive around the side to unload. So more people get there but we don’t know who they r or what bands they r in. I was pretty anti social then for whatever reason. So we wait and wait around till 8. The first band starts their set. They r called Spencer Park. They r a 4-piece. 1 guitar, bass, drums and a singer who played keyboards on like the first 3 songs. They were very poppy but rocked. The words were about love and nature and feelings and emotions and stuff like that so I couldn’t get too into it. I just wanted to hear the keyboards rip. So we set up to play next. Of course we smoked up before our playing. Our set was something like this:
Sex Party
Excited To Die
Low Pro pt 1
En Guarde
Summertime (originally by Crimpshrine)
Problem Solved
Solitaire
Hate
Zamboni
All The Wrong Reasons
We fucking rocked the house. People cheered very loudly and it was a blast. We didn’t know anybody which made it even better. The lights were very hot and blinding and u couldn’t see anybody’s face. That kinda sucks. So then after us a band called the Fightbacks played. They play very noisey hardcore. They were great. I dig that noiscore shit.
The three of us all sat outside and talked to the people who were all hanging out. There were a bunch of Rockford chicks that were around so it was interesting to say the least. Eric was all excited to go eat at the Ground Round restaurant so he called them on his cell to see what time they closed. It was like 10:45 by that time. The fourth “act” was on by then who was just a guy who played guitar and sang. Eric and I talked with him earlier that night and he made his guitar case out of wood and he did the felt on the inside and everything. It was pretty odd. So we left to go eat. The waiter at the restaurant was fucking cool. He took a picture of us sitting at the table. So we chowed. Eric really fucking chowed. The waiter had to give him a bib so he didn’t slob all over himself. Fucking hysterical. So we leave. About an hour into the drive, Eric is very antsy and squirming around. We’ve beeen singing Cash Money lyrics the whole way home and now hes quiet and gripping the handle in the truck and moving around a bunch. So he yells that I have to pull over and hes in pain and has to take a shit and can’t hold it any longer. It was funny as fuck to Rob and I but I can’t imagine what Eric was going thru. So after about 15 minutes of him clenching his ass cheeks closed we get to an expressway Oasis. He runs in and goes to rid his body of the steak, chicken and shrimp quesadillas he just ate. Rob and I kept laughing about it. It was pretty funny to us. I felt bad though cause he was in such excruciating pain and said he almost shit his pants. There was tons of construction so I couldn’t pull over. He said he would have taken a shit on the side of the road and wiped with newspaper or whatver if he had to. Luckily I drive fast and we were close to that Oasis. So thats about it.
We left the Divine Cup without really saying goodbye to anyone. We didn’t ask to get paid. We just asked for directions to the Ground Round and we were on our way.
Here’s a pic that Hilger stole off the wall of the place, its somekind of daycare center or something…
