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Back in Atlanta for another show
at the 10-high. We had played at this club over a year
earlier and met Curtis, the soundman at the time. He now
does sound in Atlanta over at CJ's Landing (where we played a
week earlier). This was during the week, which is
rough because you're hours away from your home and its late on a
Tuesday night. You're praying for something..
anything... to happen that will make the trip worth
it.
I talked to a new die-hard
fan (no, not the bruce willis movie) who saw us the week before
in Atlanta and said we're all he thought about since he last saw
us. Not sure if he bought one of our new cd's or not, but
then again.... you can be a die-hard fan and still be
broke. We understand that all too well. Ok, I'm
rambling....
The show... for me,
personally... I remember there weren't many people there and I
let it bum me out. It seemed like we were in a basement
that people accidentally got locked in, and now they're settling
for rock music. Plus, I dropped my pick during a
song, and instantly grabbed one of Chad's
thick-ass-bastard-of-a-pick picks from his stand without missing
a note, but I knew the way I played that I would be breaking a
string any minute now with this thick pick... and before the
song was over (yes, right before the solo).... I break a
string. Lordy! Just one of those nights.
No biggie... So, I grabbed one of Chad's backup guitars and
finished the set. Hey. We got 1/2 off
food and drinks and I remember having fun after the
show. This wasn't one of our best experiences
by all means. I missed our fans but knew the only way to
make fans is to friggin' play in front of new people, in new
cities, in new venues.... who have no earthly idea who you
are. But this Tuesday night was not the best way to
find a new city full of rock fans looking for an out of town
band.
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