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
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