Nile Carpenter rules. We had a benefit show for him last Thursday in Columbus, and it was great. I believe everyone involved was able to raise somewhere around $400 for our good friend, which is a small chunk in comparison to his medical bill totals, but it is much appreciated on his behalf. After the Columbus show we drove over to one of our favorite venues in Indianapolis, the Tibbs house for a show. The last time we played there it was only our second show with Dan, and was tons of fun. This time around......I don't even know where to begin. Nile decided to come with us to hang for the night, which is always a good time. We arrived around 7ish to a bunch of familiar faces and a cold thirty pack of PBR. We were slated to play last out of 4 bands, which is always a little concerning. The problem with playing last when out of town is that everyone who came to see the local bands they are friends with will leave before we take the stage, and this has happened to us numerous times in the past. Fortunately this was not the case at the Tibbs house. The room was packed, everyone sang along to every word of every song, and went completely nuts. I've never played a show like this before in Six Gallery, and I must say, it was one of the most fun shows I've ever played. Ben, Dan and myself closed out the set with a cover of Say it Ain't So by Weezer. It was the perfect cap to a near perfect show. We'll be posting some footage Nile took of us playing 'A Live Nativity Scene' here soon. Every time I watch it I can't help but smile.
After Indy, we took a few days off to spend some time with family. On Sunday we drove up to Michigan to spend a few days at Benji's parents place to write. We spent a grueling 4 hours working on about 45 seconds of a song, and consumed our weight in pork, sausage sandwiches, PBR, whisky and coney dogs. As I sit here writing this I can't stop farting. The guy at the merch table next to me is giving me a dirty look right now. We're playing a venue in Pontiac, Michigan called the Crofoot. It's a rad place, but once again we are slated to play last after 3 local bands. There are a decent amount of people here now, but if my butt keeps up our chances of playing in front of a conscious audience are pretty slim.
Check the pic. That is pretty much the view of Benji's parents backyard from the room we were writing in. Not pictured is the hot tub. Boom.
