The Cabooze
Minneapolis, Minn.
Set:
| Pay the Toll to Ride the Junebug Flow | Poet (Who Didn't Know It) | I'm a Bad MammaJamma (Who Works at Wendy's) | Found My Boogie | M'Lady | Spring Fever | Chosen Ones | Lady Madonna [The Beatles] | Like a Spy (Not the Stalker) | The Date | Clone You | Damn the Man |
First off, it was a long night. Secondly, it was a late night. Thirdly, it was one of our best shows. Fourthly, it was one of our worst shows. "How can this be?" you may well ask. We're Junebug. We find a way.
Anthony has been wanting to get into the Cabooze for a long time, since it is his personal favorite bar/venue in the Twin Cities. So when we had an opportunity to play at midnite on a Thursday, he jumped at it. So there we were, in the green room at the Cabooze. Sipping drinks, hob-nobbing with folks hanging around, telling stories, laughing, etc. The crowd was relatively sizeable out in the main room, and we were gearing up for our set. The second band ended, and the crowd thinned a bit. We continued hanging and laughing, etc. The third band ended, and we set up our gear. The crowd had thinned a bit. We played. The crowd thinned a little bit. I think Dustin counted twenty or twenty-one, not including Cabooze staff. Such is the life of a weeknight warrior.
The first half of our set was pretty kickass, if I may say so. High energy abounded, good feelings, laughs and rock & roll. The "crowd" was digging it. It was one of the better shows we had played to that point. I played an actual drum beat on "Spring Fever," which was new, but seemed to work. We revived "Found My Boogie," with much energy. Everyone was groovin' with "Bad MammaJamma." And at the end, when Anthony proclaims a number of times in which we are to give it to him, he said, "Give it to me Cody Tesnow times!" After much confusion, it was decided that Cody Tesnow = 5. Cody argued, however, that Cody Tesnow = 69.
But then something happened. I know not what, nor when exactly it came about. But we started falling apart, little by little. It was bizarre. It wasn't too blatant, I suppose. And hopefully it wasn't too noticeable to folks not familiar with our stuff, but it's probably a good thing we ended our set when we did. In fact, onstage we had flirted with the idea that we might play beyond our setlist, since we had more time. But before "Damn the Man," Dustin proclaimed, "Yeah. This will definitely be our last song." Probably not a bad decision in the least.
"Not the Stalker" was dedicated to Cody tonight. "The Date" was dedicated to the soundguy tonight. Bryna was there, which was cool, since we haven't actually seen her in awhile. And some of the other bands stuck around, too, which is always nice and appreciated on such a late night.
Our next Cabooze performance will rock even more socks, believe me.
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