Date: Thu 15 Aug, 2002 at 00:00
Headline: Good Vibes/Bad Vibes
Greetings and Salutations!
We honestly didn't know what to expect.
The theater was small, the sound system makeshift, the band missing
one member, the audience...well, let's just say not your standard rock
And yet, it worked.
Our brief set at the grand re-opening of Salt Lake City's indie
cinema Alternative Grounds was very well
received, despite our apprehension. (Well, I call it
apprehension. Tim and Daryn might describe it more accurately as me
sitting in a chair staring off into space mumbling "There's no way
out, there's no way out" over and over again...but I digress).
Our recent busy-ness has really tightened up the band, so there were no
musical worries. Tim's PA came through for us yet again -- I hate to
get superstitious about such things, but I feel compelled to argue
with him whenever he brings up the idea of selling it and investing in a new one. It's so rare to have technology you can actually depend on.
And, most fortunately, the audience was with us. From the moment we
hit the stage, they were responsive and into the tunes, even the
darkly Tool-esque 'Stolen', which was one of the riskier set choices
of the evenning. 'Wish You Were Here' was done by request, after we
took a minute to plug the upcoming FloydShow, and it went over very
well indeed. Afterwards we received many
inquiries about the Pink Floyd stuff -- as we usually do -- but also a
heartening round of compliments on the original material. That was
very gratifying, considering we thought the whole evening was going to
go down like Spinal Tap playing the Air
Force base. :-)
Between post-show roundup with the band, chatting up various audience
members and getting the gear hauled away, I didn't get to catch much
of Scranton, the film the premiered tonight,
but I liked what little I saw. My friend John
Woodhouse. who runs Alternative Grounds, omitted to mention
that he himself was a featured actor in the flick, so if nothing else
I need to go back and see it for a chance to watch his peformance.
Well, gotta run...er, sleep...
your humble correspondent