Set One:
| Beards | Destiny, She Drives a Rolls | M'Lady | Poet (Who Didn't Know It) | I'm a Bad Mamma Jamma (Who Works at Wendy's) | Let's Dance [David Bowie] | Refrigerator | Give Yourself | Mystic Princess | Downtown Liquor Store | Handlebar Mustache | Modern Age |
Set Two:
| Soul Shaker | Chosen Ones | Fluffy Little Hands / Time [Pink Floyd] / To the Next Episode | Hell-Bent Woman | Found My Boogie | Golden Girls Theme [Andrew Gold] | Law & Order Theme [Mike Post] | Crossroads |
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Poster designed by Tony L. Kollman.
Original Hot Glue artwork by Robb Main. |
So it was that we found ourselves at the Sidestreet in Fargo yet again. This time it was to play a joint show with an Anthony side project called Hot Glue.
We ended up taking multiple vehicles again, due to conflicting schedules and plans. Because of my work schedules, and since I had to work until 4:00 p.m. today, I didn't get a chance to get to Dustin's place to load my drums, so he was kind enough to pack them up and bring them for me. Immediately after getting off work, I got in my car and booked it out to Fargo.
I got to the venue in enough time. It was a very uneventful drive, thankfully. When I arrived and we began setting up, it occurred to me that I couldn't find my cymbals. I asked Dustin where they were. After a moment to think he responded, "In my basement." We then went into scramble mode, trying to contact drummers we know in the Fargo area. It turns out that the Kamikaze Snowmen came through for us. Paul, their drummer, was out of town, but I was able to contact Josh who had planned on attending our show anyway. He got ahold of Paul, and went to Paul's place to get his cymbals. They were life savers tonight. It is proof positive that they are a force for good in the universe.
We got the party started and rocked it, as usual. It was a mix of stuff off our upcoming album and all the Junebug classics you've come to expect. And we rocked them hard. In fact, after "Refrigerator," Anthony said, "I'm so worn out by that song! Does anyone have a Nuprin?" Little. Yellow. Different. Better.
Before we played "Handlebar Mustache" I took a look at Dustin's face and saw a very real, very tangible handlebar mustache. I figured I'd go for the cheesy intro. "Say, Dustin! That's some mighty fancy facial hair you've got there. Whaddaya call that?" There was a moment of silence, while I waited for his response. "You've got a lot of growing up to do, Tony. I'm kind of sick of your childish bull." Point taken.
The rocking kept happening and we kept rolling. It was hot, and I was getting worked up and thirsty. There were some wonderful boys from the San Haven Chuckle present, and they were providing me with refreshments, but at this point I really needed some water. I asked for some. Dustin spoke up. "The way this guy pees, just don't do it. Please."
Even so, the bartender brought me a full pitcher of cold water with ice. It was glorious. I poured myself a glass and set the pitcher down on the floor next to my hi-hat. That cold goodness really hit the spot.
Anthony kept having some technical difficulties tonight pertaining to his guitar cable and output jack on his guitar. And one point he became frustrated during a song and just gave the cable a heavy yank without looking where he was yanking. The cable flew up and wrapped around the top of my hi-hat stand. I took a brief half-second and removed it from the hi-hat. What I didn't realize is that when it went to the floor, it looped around my refreshing water pitcher. Anthony gave the cable another yank and the pitcher toppled to the floor, spilling all the cool goodness all over the stage. Luckily nothing was ruined. The amps were on stands and his pedals were far away. The bartender rushed up with towels immediately following the song. But of course, our Mr. Anthony had no idea any of this happened.
The technical difficulties carried over into later on. We attempted to start "Crossroads" about three times before Anthony decided he would just sing it and not play it.
And thus ended the show at the Sidestreet. We laughed. We cried. We spilled our beverages. Family and friends gave us love and we gave it back. Then Hot Glue performed. And the sleep happened. And then we drove home.
