This bagel was so good I almost cried.
We let this bum have a bagel too.—Mike
12 years ago
Thursday, August 6, 2009
072709 New York to Cincinnati
The images, they speak volumes
This bagel was so good I almost cried.
We let this bum have a bagel too.
—Mike
This bagel was so good I almost cried.We let this bum have a bagel too.—Mike
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
072609 Union Hall
words here
After our hand-chair portraits we brooked it down to Brooklyn, the third city on this tour I had never personally set foot in. I had a certain expectation about what my experience would be, and while the general ideas were still there (giant city with outrageous amount of people and endless canyons of concrete) I could not believe how good it felt to be in that city.
We arrived around 1am (party time!), found a parking spot immediately, and got situated at a friend's house. We shot the breeze for a little bit and then the Sleepy Seeds, having awoke in Philadelphia 21 hours before, and having played a show in Boston 10 hours before, passed the heck out.
In the morning, the Seeds split up to paint the town three different colors. Brian and I went to brunch with even yet still more friends, after which I went on a Ghostbusters / sightseeing tour of Manhattan. In a little over 2 hours I saw most of Manhattan; the fire station, apartment building, and terrace restaurant from Ghostbusters; the street on the cover of The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan; and a personal favorite, the outside facade of the Cosby household. After that I walked through Central Park, got diverted on some under-construction subway lines, and made it back to the venue just in time.
We immediately scored the MOST AMAZING PARKING SPOT EVER, loaded in, ordered some beverages, and commenced the rock.
The show was hot, loud, and awesome, just the way we like it. Dawes and Childe were also amazing, as were their musicianship, candor, and personalities. One memory that I, and my back, will always remember, is the awesome teamwork all the bands exhibited while taking a full-sized piano down a flight of steps.
(Every once in a while, I get a call from a friend. It's not the usual oh-no-not-this-call, which goes something like "Heeeeyyyy.... man.. do you want to help me move?" No. This is much more feared and dreaded. This is the call not based on calling in a favor, but based on calling in a favor plus torture. The call I refer to is "Heeeeyyy.. man. I found this ad on craigslist for a free piano, all I have to do is pick it up!" Please, people. Hire a professional piano mover. It is worth it and they will tune it for you. Moving a piano is like moving a sleeper sofa made of lead. Thank you. -ed)
After the show, the Bocce Ball did flow. Margaret and Brian were quite inexperienced; Brian had, in fact, never even heard of the stuff. We quickly set that straight:
Shh...he's concentrating.
Shh...she's winning.
I AM HOT AND SWEATY.
Nobody knows who the guy in the gray shirt is.
—Mike
After our hand-chair portraits we brooked it down to Brooklyn, the third city on this tour I had never personally set foot in. I had a certain expectation about what my experience would be, and while the general ideas were still there (giant city with outrageous amount of people and endless canyons of concrete) I could not believe how good it felt to be in that city.
We arrived around 1am (party time!), found a parking spot immediately, and got situated at a friend's house. We shot the breeze for a little bit and then the Sleepy Seeds, having awoke in Philadelphia 21 hours before, and having played a show in Boston 10 hours before, passed the heck out.
In the morning, the Seeds split up to paint the town three different colors. Brian and I went to brunch with even yet still more friends, after which I went on a Ghostbusters / sightseeing tour of Manhattan. In a little over 2 hours I saw most of Manhattan; the fire station, apartment building, and terrace restaurant from Ghostbusters; the street on the cover of The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan; and a personal favorite, the outside facade of the Cosby household. After that I walked through Central Park, got diverted on some under-construction subway lines, and made it back to the venue just in time.
We immediately scored the MOST AMAZING PARKING SPOT EVER, loaded in, ordered some beverages, and commenced the rock.
The show was hot, loud, and awesome, just the way we like it. Dawes and Childe were also amazing, as were their musicianship, candor, and personalities. One memory that I, and my back, will always remember, is the awesome teamwork all the bands exhibited while taking a full-sized piano down a flight of steps.
(Every once in a while, I get a call from a friend. It's not the usual oh-no-not-this-call, which goes something like "Heeeeyyyy.... man.. do you want to help me move?" No. This is much more feared and dreaded. This is the call not based on calling in a favor, but based on calling in a favor plus torture. The call I refer to is "Heeeeyyy.. man. I found this ad on craigslist for a free piano, all I have to do is pick it up!" Please, people. Hire a professional piano mover. It is worth it and they will tune it for you. Moving a piano is like moving a sleeper sofa made of lead. Thank you. -ed)
After the show, the Bocce Ball did flow. Margaret and Brian were quite inexperienced; Brian had, in fact, never even heard of the stuff. We quickly set that straight:
Shh...he's concentrating.Shh...she's winning.I AM HOT AND SWEATY.Nobody knows who the guy in the gray shirt is.—Mike
072509 Harper's Ferry
There's beans in them thar hills
So the.. owner and driver are American built?
We awoke in Philadelphia to begin our whirlwind loop around Boston down to Brooklyn. On the way up, we picked a random lottery ticket and immediately shed a single tear for a friend who couldn't make it on this journey:
Today, the order of business was to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the existance of our pals Freezepop. Way to go, guys! They actually played two anniversary shows in one night: one an early, all-ages show; and one a later, mega-drunkzord 21+ show. We played the early show along with Boston's own Mystery Roar.
(editor's note: for your convenience we have removed the part where Mike talks about food. All he does is talk about food and we figured you could use a break. The vegan pan-asian cuisine was plentiful however)
The show was really awesome, and we met a lot of really awesome people. We presented Freezepop with a giant aluminum-foil key to our hearts. Sound was great, venue was great, crowd was amazing, yowsa.
Mystery Roar roars mysteriously. Actually it's not that mysterious, it's tasty electo-pop.
In addition to the best shirt ever, Bananas Foster was wearing some serious pants (not pictured).
After the show, we all went back to Freezepop's headquarters for some R+R, before beginning our journey south to New York City. We discovered some outstanding things while we were at it. One item of note is that Freezepop is friendly with Chris Onstad, purveyor of Achewood, our favorite comic strip.
The other item is that they had a hand chair and we all posed for portraits. Hand chair!
"... wait what?"
Serious face.
That's right.
—Mike
So the.. owner and driver are American built?We awoke in Philadelphia to begin our whirlwind loop around Boston down to Brooklyn. On the way up, we picked a random lottery ticket and immediately shed a single tear for a friend who couldn't make it on this journey:
Today, the order of business was to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the existance of our pals Freezepop. Way to go, guys! They actually played two anniversary shows in one night: one an early, all-ages show; and one a later, mega-drunkzord 21+ show. We played the early show along with Boston's own Mystery Roar.
(editor's note: for your convenience we have removed the part where Mike talks about food. All he does is talk about food and we figured you could use a break. The vegan pan-asian cuisine was plentiful however)
The show was really awesome, and we met a lot of really awesome people. We presented Freezepop with a giant aluminum-foil key to our hearts. Sound was great, venue was great, crowd was amazing, yowsa.
Mystery Roar roars mysteriously. Actually it's not that mysterious, it's tasty electo-pop.In addition to the best shirt ever, Bananas Foster was wearing some serious pants (not pictured).After the show, we all went back to Freezepop's headquarters for some R+R, before beginning our journey south to New York City. We discovered some outstanding things while we were at it. One item of note is that Freezepop is friendly with Chris Onstad, purveyor of Achewood, our favorite comic strip.
The other item is that they had a hand chair and we all posed for portraits. Hand chair!
"... wait what?"Serious face.That's right.—Mike
072409 The Khyber
She's a maniac, and she's parking like she's never parked before
Stepping foot (well, wheel) in Philadelphia for the first time, I was struck by its...parking fees. $1.00 in quarters per HALF HOUR in the area around the venue. This is of course only until 10pm, after which they simply tow you. On top of that, no business within several square blocks were happy about giving change, and some simply refused. Otherwise, you can find a garage or surface lot starting around $13.
HOWEVER the city was pretty awesome. We got out of the van and were immediately coerced into having a Yuengling on the curb with the guy that owned the bar a few doors down from The Khyber. This was an excellent decision.
The Khyber is a gem, a dusty diamond in a district of velvet ropes and shiny zarconias. The bars around it don't have their drink prices listed, while The Khyber is a genuine rock and roll bar where you drink cheap while listening to Black Flag and simply enjoying yourself.
As the twilighte glistenede over Olde Towne, more and even better little niblets of joy peeked out from behind the posh upper crust. Margaret and I took a short walk and stumbled upon an entire street of Afghani restaraurants, one of which served us a 14" pita completely jammed with falafel and fresh veggies for like 7 bucks. Well done!
We opened the show to an enthusiastic crowd of rockers, and somehow it felt like they were all our best friends. As it turns out, there was only one other band on the bill, Doctor Scientist. This picture accurately describes their awesomeness I think:
"Doctor Scientist," or "going on a warpath to battle the evil mastadons"
I think the entire Philadelphia experience was only enhanced by the blessing we received on the way into town, a cloud that looked just like Falcor:
Having a luck dragon with you is the only way to go on a quest.
—Mike
Stepping foot (well, wheel) in Philadelphia for the first time, I was struck by its...parking fees. $1.00 in quarters per HALF HOUR in the area around the venue. This is of course only until 10pm, after which they simply tow you. On top of that, no business within several square blocks were happy about giving change, and some simply refused. Otherwise, you can find a garage or surface lot starting around $13.
HOWEVER the city was pretty awesome. We got out of the van and were immediately coerced into having a Yuengling on the curb with the guy that owned the bar a few doors down from The Khyber. This was an excellent decision.
The Khyber is a gem, a dusty diamond in a district of velvet ropes and shiny zarconias. The bars around it don't have their drink prices listed, while The Khyber is a genuine rock and roll bar where you drink cheap while listening to Black Flag and simply enjoying yourself.
As the twilighte glistenede over Olde Towne, more and even better little niblets of joy peeked out from behind the posh upper crust. Margaret and I took a short walk and stumbled upon an entire street of Afghani restaraurants, one of which served us a 14" pita completely jammed with falafel and fresh veggies for like 7 bucks. Well done!
We opened the show to an enthusiastic crowd of rockers, and somehow it felt like they were all our best friends. As it turns out, there was only one other band on the bill, Doctor Scientist. This picture accurately describes their awesomeness I think:
"Doctor Scientist," or "going on a warpath to battle the evil mastadons"I think the entire Philadelphia experience was only enhanced by the blessing we received on the way into town, a cloud that looked just like Falcor:
Having a luck dragon with you is the only way to go on a quest.—Mike
Monday, August 3, 2009
072309 The Beachland Tavern
Lean, Green, Seedy Machines
Following the success and gas mileage of driving Hollandaise Firebot (our minivan) instead of Bavanarama, we decided to see if it was physically possible to pack all the things we need for a short tour as a full band into a smaller space. As it turns out, the manufacturers over at Nissan planned exactly, down to the cubic inch, how much room it takes for a standard Seedy Seeds show to travel to your town. The nice part is that if there's even a gnat's width of room left, we know we've forgotten something.
This is my "I have enjoyed the success of a job well done while packing the van" face.
We, as the Seedy Seeds, have this problem. The problem is Margaret's mom. Margaret's folks live in the Cleveland area, and her mom is a fantastic cook. What's the problem, you might ask? Well the problem is that every time we roll into town, we gorge ourselves to such a ridiculous extent that they literally have to ROLL us out of town. Pound after pound of mouth-watering foods and fresh baked goods fly past our teefs like the Road Runner outrunning a giant slingshot.
HEAR THIS. ON OUR WAY OUT OF TOWN BRI-BOT AND I EACH ATE A VERY LARGE LOAF OF ZUCHINNI BREAD. LIKE, ONE LOAF PER PERSON.
On top of all that, The Beachland Tavern attempted to pummel us into submission with tasty vegan food, just to see if our meals would brawl once they reached our stomachs.
The evening began with 19 Action News playing an energetic set, while being filmed by a cameraman from the real 19 Action News, though I don't think they're necessarily affiliated. Next came we, we who do the Seedying. I think we played pretty darn well, and the sound on stage was fantastic. Thanks, Clint.
A quick line up change shifted Doublethink into the next slot, and they played a raucous set of Foo-Fighters-esque straight-ahead rock and roll. The Guile finished off the night with some really really awesome Beatle-based punk rock, tied down by one of the best drummers I've seen.
As an added bonus to our Tavern show, The Walkmen were playing the main stage and so we stopped by for a few songs of their set. That band's pretty awesome.
So once again, Cleveland tries to spoil us. We start off on a tour leg with tons of fantastic food in our bellies, sleeping in nice warm beds, having a great show in a great venue. It really sets you up, because you worry that this is as good as it gets and it can only be downhill from here.
BUT SEEDS DON'T ROLL DOWNHILL. WE ROLL STRAIGHT TO THE TOP.
19 Action News (foreground) documenting the performance of 19 Action News (background).
Doublethink.
The Guile.
The Walkmen.
—Mike
Following the success and gas mileage of driving Hollandaise Firebot (our minivan) instead of Bavanarama, we decided to see if it was physically possible to pack all the things we need for a short tour as a full band into a smaller space. As it turns out, the manufacturers over at Nissan planned exactly, down to the cubic inch, how much room it takes for a standard Seedy Seeds show to travel to your town. The nice part is that if there's even a gnat's width of room left, we know we've forgotten something.
This is my "I have enjoyed the success of a job well done while packing the van" face.We, as the Seedy Seeds, have this problem. The problem is Margaret's mom. Margaret's folks live in the Cleveland area, and her mom is a fantastic cook. What's the problem, you might ask? Well the problem is that every time we roll into town, we gorge ourselves to such a ridiculous extent that they literally have to ROLL us out of town. Pound after pound of mouth-watering foods and fresh baked goods fly past our teefs like the Road Runner outrunning a giant slingshot.
HEAR THIS. ON OUR WAY OUT OF TOWN BRI-BOT AND I EACH ATE A VERY LARGE LOAF OF ZUCHINNI BREAD. LIKE, ONE LOAF PER PERSON.
On top of all that, The Beachland Tavern attempted to pummel us into submission with tasty vegan food, just to see if our meals would brawl once they reached our stomachs.
The evening began with 19 Action News playing an energetic set, while being filmed by a cameraman from the real 19 Action News, though I don't think they're necessarily affiliated. Next came we, we who do the Seedying. I think we played pretty darn well, and the sound on stage was fantastic. Thanks, Clint.
A quick line up change shifted Doublethink into the next slot, and they played a raucous set of Foo-Fighters-esque straight-ahead rock and roll. The Guile finished off the night with some really really awesome Beatle-based punk rock, tied down by one of the best drummers I've seen.
As an added bonus to our Tavern show, The Walkmen were playing the main stage and so we stopped by for a few songs of their set. That band's pretty awesome.
So once again, Cleveland tries to spoil us. We start off on a tour leg with tons of fantastic food in our bellies, sleeping in nice warm beds, having a great show in a great venue. It really sets you up, because you worry that this is as good as it gets and it can only be downhill from here.
BUT SEEDS DON'T ROLL DOWNHILL. WE ROLL STRAIGHT TO THE TOP.
19 Action News (foreground) documenting the performance of 19 Action News (background).Doublethink.The Guile.The Walkmen.—Mike
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