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Hey Brian!
I'll answer your questions as well, based on my experience...
>From: "Brian Neal" <>
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>Subject: RE: [SurfGuitar101] Nebulas R Back / Boston-area Halloween Show
>Confirmed!!
>Date: Thu, 17 Oct 2002 18:01:18 -0500
>
>Hey Jim...I'm glad the tour was a success! Thanks for sharing your road
>stories. I love living vicariously through The Nebulas. I say Bo's picture
>of your set list...looked awesome. I would have loved to hear Morphius and
>Torque Wrench live. So what was:
>
>The coolest thing that happened?
A tie between packing over 100 people into The Lava Lounge in Hollywood
on a Wednesday night, and being able to play with The Infrareds for 5
consecutive nights.
>The suckiest thing to happen?
This is a tie as well. When we showed up in San Jose at our elusive and
mysterious west-coast ammo/gear dump, we found that our stuff had actually
been routed through the Samsonite Testing Facility by accident and an
overweight, pissed-to-be-in-captivity gorilla took liberties on our road
cases, but REALLY took a liking to mine. I'll be posting the
"for-insurance-purposes" photos on the website shortly, but in a nutshell
when we pulled into the facility and saw our stuff, I believe someone in the
band said "Why is there a piece of cardboard taped to the side of that
case?" and let me tell you...it was all downhill from there. My case
sustained the worst damage..so much so in fact, that I just LEFT it in San
Jose behind a dumpster. The side was completely smashed in, the wheels were
mangled, and the frame rails were all bent up, and to top it off, I had a
nice 3" gash in the grillcloth of my Twin Re. Thank you UPS. I was already
composing my words as I walked up to it..
"I dont know what the hell happened, when I left Boston, it was a '65
Blackface twin, and when I open it in San Jose, it's a '79 silverface! Whats
up with that!?"
The other guys in the band did OK, with a trip to Home Depot for some
replacement casters and non-petroleum based industrial lubricant, and we
were on our way.
"So what could THAT be in a tie with?" you ask.
We're in San Diego, and we had played The Tiki House in Pacific Beach the
ngiht before. Well, our bass player had a friend who let us crash out on her
floor. After 8 days on the road, it really is amazing how one can become
picky about the concrete upon which they rest, but I digress...
So the next morning, as we were getting ready to set out, I dragged my
clothes duffel out of the van, so I could put my sleeping bag back in it.
Now let me set the environment. The van was parked in a location that you
couldnt see it from the apartment we were in. So I start to walk back
upstairs with Rudy and Eric, with TooFastJim staying down by the van. So up
we go, I get my bag, and start walking down again, only to pass TFJ on the
balcony. I really didn't give it a second though. So I walk down to the van,
and its shut and locked, but the only thing on the ground where my duffel
was is a black trash bag, which is what I put my dirty laundry in. So i
figure TFJ is making a point that I should better watch my shizzit. I open
up the van, no bag, I start walking around the van to see if he dragged it
behind it or something, when I hear this mild "thump" behind me. I turn
around, and theres a wooden fence with a door in it, and I see the door just
settling down from a swing. I walk over, and i shove the door open, and
theres some A-hole on the other side completely rifling through my clothes.
"Hey Motherf%$&er!" I yelled, and he takes off running. So being a
Nebula...I take off after him. He's got something in his hand, but it
doesn't look like anything I own. We're sprinting down this alley behind an
apartment complex, and all I see is a gray sweatshirt, short dark hair, and
the strobing of tan soled shoes flashing in front of me. He runs past this
dog, and dammit if the dog doesnt wake up confused and just stands right up
and squares off in front of me. I watched Captain Bungholio round the corner
still sprinting, and that was the last I saw of him. I went back up to fetch
the fellers from the apartment, and we began combing the neighborhood
looking for this jackass. I thought for sure we had him, but when four dudes
came walking his way and one of them said "Hows it going bro?", the guy was
just way too (insert lame-ass san diego surfer drawl here)"Heeey Duuudes!
Whaaatsss upp!?" to actually be the guy, so off we went looking for more and
the only thing we got out of that dragnet was a three egg, 2 bacon or
sausage and toast for 3.99 breakfast. As far as I can tell, nothing is
missing.
I got really lucky, because the OTHER bag I brought had my portable DAT
recorder, my condenser mic, my CDs, my theremin, and a couple of pedals and
lots of spare cabling in it. So those two incidents sucked. Everything else
was full bore kick-ass.
>Best song performance?
Probably the lava lounge because we were so pumped to have so many people
out that night.
>Worst song performance?
Me breaking a string during "Swan Lake" on Phil Dirts show and almost
knocking the other guitarist and bass player over to get to the spare
guitar.
>The strangest thing to happen?
TFJ getting propositioned by his college roommate to go have a foursome.
When I saw him after, he had that look that little kids get when they lose
their parents in a department store for like 5 minutes and then finally find
them.
That would sum it up from my end. Probably TFJ has some other views.
-Dano
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