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Date: Wed 11 Oct, 2006 at 15:54
Headline: BoB Round #2

"Repeat after me: Fuckin' jooga-jooga-jooga-jooga jogga-jooga-jooga-Fuckin'-jooga jooga-jooga-jooga...."

-Tim Hollinger

As we loaded the gear out last night after the show I couldn't help but wonder: what does it say about me that I spend so much of my pre-show time in a state of trepidation, bordering on dread? Daryn noted that the most common band-related phrase coming from me lately is "Well, that went much better than I thought it would."

And so it was with Round #2 of the Battle O The Bands which took place at Tony's here in Salt Lake City. This time we were second on the bill, following a metallic power trio called The Krypled. The third band had some emergency circumstances come up and had to beg off, so the other two bands were tapped to fill the evening's remaining time.

There were some concerns already -- the stage was quite small, the PA was missing some important components (like mics & monitors) and Tuesday nights aren't exactly barnburners 'round these parts in terms of club attendance. But the main thing that stressed me right until the moment we got on stage and started playing was the notion of having to follow the racousness of The Krypled with the more mannered, decidedly less heavy, keyboard-oriented set that we had planned for this week. I wasn't alone in my misgivings, of course. There was much joking between us all about the gnawing off of one's own legs to escape the situation and whatnot. I suppose in the end that's a good way to handle it -- instead of thinking "we're gonna look back on this and laugh," why not just get straight to the laughing part?

Anyhow, we got set up (everything on the dance floor except for the drums, Juli and I sharing a mic) and launched into the set...and truthfully, it was pretty cool. The songs came off fairly well, the audience seemed to dig the vibe, and we even got to throw in a little Floyd at the end for kicks, which went over like gangbusters. Our friend Sarah Forsey (recently re-transplanted from Oregon back to Utah) was on hand with some friends, the Krypled guys stuck around, seeming to really enjoy the show...all in all, worthwhile.

In the end, I don't think they even declared a winner (the thin attendance combined with only having two bands on the bill saw to that) but as I've said before, it's not about that for us. Personally, I'm having a lot of fun just exploring our catalogue and trying out new song combinations, set list junkie that I am. I do plan to be a little more thorough with researching the other participants next time, just to make sure we don't clash too much, but every time we make it through a challenge like this relatively unscathed -- when it goes "better than I thought it would" -- I have that much more confidence for the next one.

Of course, that's easy to say now. Let's see if it holds up.

to be continued...