Studio 54 Not

Finally we get a chance to write and tell you about what’s been going on.
 
We’ve done some really great shows as of late.  A couple in Wichita, one in Manhattan.  It’s interesting to see the changes when we play different venues.  For example, we played Kirby’s Beer Store last month.  It went well; there was a decent sized crowd, attentive and conservatively polite, but just kind of… there.  They certainly got jazzed up for the headliner though.  Including some very zaftig women dancing precariously on tables.  Turns out they were the “wags” of the band. 
 
The Vertical Violet gave us a show with a touring band – Deadhorse, from Erie, Pennsylvania – who did this really cinematic, epic, soundtrack music.  Even though we didn’t think it was our best show, we got a very good response from both the band and the people in attendance.  Some very nice fellow took pictures of us and posted them. 
 
Then we drove up to Manhattan and played The Ghost Parlor, probably one of the more unusual places we’ve ever laid down our amps.  How so?  Well, to put it succinctly, it’s a basement.  No, not the spacious Mike and Carol Brady version you see on Nick at Nite.  Think of the basement at the end of The Blair Witch Project.  Small, cramped, sweaty, and haunted.  But a hell of a lot of fun.  We crammed about two dozen spastically writhing bodies into the place, all who grooved and shimmied and talked about film soundtracks.  It was a great time!  It was the first time we actually succeeded in getting the audience into the hypnotic, nyquillian trance we so desired.  I guess you can only get that outside of the Air Capital.

Lessons Learned:  You can pick your friends but you cannot pick your fans.   Oh, and sociopathic wanna-be filmmakers are very entertaining conversationalists.