Ear Candy Music – Missoula, MT 3/27/2014 (the “nobody in the store” thing)
The Palace Lounge – Missoula, MT 3/27/2014 (the “gawds almighty we ARE a thing” thing)
Der Hinterhof – Leavenworth, WA 3/28/2014
Sirens Pub – Port Townsend, WA 3/30/2014
so these shows all go together, not because we planned them that way…(plan?!?? ain’t no plan)….but more because we got a decent gig in Missoula with our good friend Kyle, who really kicked tailpipe on getting the word out for the show. we then started to wonder what in the name of dickens we were going to do with the rest of the weekend….so…….took the liberty of booking a few other shows to make this a nice glide from the mountains of Narnia to the coastlands of Port T in one fell swoop. it…worked. yeah. it worked. but holy gadzooks of gawd, what a long and strange trip.
started out with a drive to Missoula that was really REALLY beautiful – took off in a fog from seattle in the early morning that didn’t clear until we were long over Snoqualmie pass. suddenly the sun, you know, came breaking in. that, friends, is #momentofclarity kind of things. arrival in Missoula sometime after noon and had a LOVELY in-store show at Ear Candy Music (thanks to our new friend Adelaide), then was followed by a hearty meal prepared by the Kyles and then multiple beers at Draghtwerks Brewery and various others. the show, which had had booking issues from the get-go, was at the PALACE (not the Badlander), which, unless you’re familiar with the venues in Missoula, isn’t nearly as funny as it got for us. when we got there, they had totally messed up the sign…which we fixed:
also on the bill: the aforementioned Kyle Kulseth, P.D. Lear, Matt Kettelhake, Rochelle Cote. a fine bunch of grizzly musicians and funny folkers.
it was such a busy night in town (we were up against a local punk show and the weird appearance of Steel Pulse) that we’d already written it off as a loss. however, somehow enough rad stragglers stumbled through and bought booze that we met the venue’s bar limit and made us a couple dolla bills on the side. seriously, like 2 dollars apiece, but it was well worth it – at least $500 of alcohol went down gullets to our buffoonery, so that’s GOOD Missoula.
we went to a punk party after and got bazooded. slept in the car at the curb, awoke to the bright new Montana day breaking through my windshield, had coffee at some lovely café where the Missoula morning people met the Missoula from the night before (me). then climbed back in the car and headed west to Leavenworth.
after a stop for second breakfast and a longer trip than we’d bargained for, we made it all sleepy and blurry eyed to Leavenworth for the night’s show. we walked around handing out fliers for the show to earn some more money, then ran into some locals who were pow-wowing in the street – our natural environment is smack dab in the middle of the street, usually, so we felt right at home. made some nice new buddies, there, passed the proverbial peace-of-mind talk back and forth, and got some people to come to the show. our first time as a street-juggling act.
the night’s show was great – as usual (seems like this is happening more and more, which is kinda kick-ass). the bar at der hinterhof is this weird, out of the way room, kind of the basement of a larger building, and looks like somebody tore up a pre-school to make room for an all-ages venue that serves bad ass beers (we are no expert, but the taps there seem quite ample for any drinking taste). the strangest part is they make musicians play through a bose tower system, which is usually hateful, but for some reason this one really pumps out the jams. the night trundled forth into four sets, followed by a beer and order of fries before I stumbled to the top of the stairs and slept in the musicians “suite” on my face.
so then there was a night break that we spent in seattle, moaning about such a prolific gigging schedule to our manager, who is the same person as the band, and he was all, like, “shut it, ya slags,” and whipped us up and to Port Townsend on Sunday afternoon for the culmination of the tour.
it was our first time at Siren’s Pub (first time in Port T, as well), and great gawds almighty what a time. we remember (vaguely) wondering if anyone would bother to come hear us, but it turns out that people in Port T actually come and support their venues on, apparently, all nights of the week. the pub is done in a dreamy, dark wood interior, sweet mood lighting motif, and the windows look out over the sound (we think it’s the sound, it could actually just be a damn ocean…), so you’re like floating away whilst playing, which is always a nice feeling. we remember feeling, at the close of this show, like we’d maybe finally made it to the Pac NW, after all. folks were friendly and diggin’ our dipshittery rather nicely. beers were finally free. someone even tipped us.
not too bad for a barefoot.