Night 12, Part 1.  rock hill, sc : mike gentry’s house

the drive was nice and the weather was finally starting to warm up.  aside from waffle house ripping through my stomach like a chainsaw i was feeling great.

our show had been moved to this dude mikes house after the venue had been shut down the previous day due to some cop trouble.  mike’s a great guy and was awesome to meet.  we cleared some furniture out of his living room and waited for the kids to get there.

couple of hours later there’s fifty kids in this living room and i’m about to start.  i rarely get super nervous but this was definitely one of those occasions.  as if it isn’t already enough pressure to be a solo dude up there all alone, add the fact that there’s a packed room of kids who are all expecting to see a loud punk band not some acoustic kid from PA doing a half ass chuck ragan impression, and i freak out a little inside…

but it was great.  everyone watched and listened really intently.  at one point i was playing so hard that i somehow knocked my pickup out of my guitar (still not sure how this happened) and i led the crowd in singing the “if i have to go through hell…” chorus in my last song.  felt great to hear a ton of people singing that with me.

danimal and the chocolate monster followed and did great as always.  we really needed this day and the lifting of our spirits that came with it.

next up was a band whos name is obscene enough that i won’t mention it in case my little sister reads this blog.  they were fast, they were loud, and they hate hippies.  then the cops came….