011609 Berea House

Coldest Day Since 1994, Apparently


Well, what can I say? House shows- probably one of my favorite things in the world. Starting out in terrible punk rock bands, I was naturally raised in the sleaziest basements the great city of Cincinnati had to offer—indulging whenever possible in whatever possible. This being said, not even the -4 degree temperature could contain my excitement to play my first house show as a Seed.

Arriving well past when we were expected, of course there was no easy way to load in, intoxicated crowds to fight through, and clouds of smoke as thick as Vietnam's—it was on. Keeping warm next to a flood light in the corner with our adult beverages, we were greeted with the hottest of hot licks provided by THIS LEVEL IS CLOUDS!. Brought back some memories of more young and careless times, a theme that was continued throughout the night.

After some back and forth between the rest of the order, and quick set filled with smooth jams by Yorick, we packed ourselves into the tightest of corners in the common living area of the house. Nothing better than a room full of energy, folks fighting to get up front to see your band, ready to dance their pants off. Grabbing the last necessary item for the drum set, I heard someone say in passing, "I can't believe they came...this is gonna be sick." It was at this point that I knew it was going to be an amazing show, and these peeps were ready to break it down.

And break it down we did. Mostly our equipment, as a band using as much electronics as we do will be prone to failure from time to time, but nonetheless we set that building ablaze. You would have needed a bulldozer to take the energy out of that room. Good times, great set, even better memories. The Seeds will sleep well tonight.


—Brian