Tuesday, March 15 – Davey’s Uptown Rambler’s Club (Kansas City, KS)
Photos: Chris Ziebarth www.halfwayhousemusic.com
We got a great slow start to the morning in St. Louis, as we all showered and used the Internet at our leisure. However, I was actually feeling worse than the night before. The sickness had now officially moved deep down into my chest, which is about the worst possible spot for a singer, especially one who’s on the road. I was taking some antibiotics Valentiger doctor, Ravi, had given me, but we weren’t sure if it was bacterial or viral. Nothing could hurt at this point. We watched Jet Kaiser’s One Take Show featuring our performance of “All I” and it was really sharp. It was exciting to see progress from the road and it lifted our spirits a bit before heading out to Kansas City. We gave the van a good cleaning of what Rider deemed “the inside of Shirey’s body” and even got an oil change.
Again, I slept through the entire drive in a futile effort to combat the sickness. It was really a strange thing for me because I’m always the co-pilot, constantly awake in the passenger seat. But I was merely doing what I had to do and coughing up something awful into an empty bottle, wads of tissue everywhere. I really only remember making a few stops at gas stations and buying two beverages every time we stopped. I had chocolate milk, cranberry juice, Smart Water and several other items. I bought Cheetos, but couldn’t eat them. Chris was truly the king of snacks though, purchasing everything from popcorn to gummi bears. We stopped at some place that had a Smokey Pounders? Eventually arriving in Kansas City we found the weather to still be pretty cool, forcing Chris to wait another day for “short weather.”
I led the way into Davey’s Uptown Ramblers Club and was immediately greeted at the door with, “Eight dollar cover.” It was about 4PM and, since I was in the band that was playing so much later at night, I just didn’t understand a few things. A) Why is the cover $8 and B) I’m in the band. Naturally, I responded with “What?” “Eight dollar cover!” she exclaimed in near anger. At this point I said, “Okay, well I’m in one of the bands that’s playing later tonight.” And this only triggered the bartender to then yell at me some more, screaming, “No! Nope! There’s to be no loading in while the other band’s show is going on!” Now I’m completely being attacked and only responding with “We’re not loading in!” “Okay. Let ‘em in. Make yourselves at home,” she finally says. It was perhaps the unfriendly start to a bar I’ve ever seen. Apparently, Darlingside from MA was playing an early show, of which we were not aware. They had completely packed the room, as I think the violin player was from Kansas City. After a good rest in the van, I heard a few of their songs from outside and enjoyed their vocal harmonies. So, I eventually made my way inside and into the crowd to watch their show by myself. It felt pretty weird and it made me realize that I hadn’t actually SEEN and BEEN to a show or concert in a long time. I just do it myself so often that it’s kind of slipped away as a part of my life. Usually, I just end up judging the band, sound etc. It’s kind of a hard thing for me to enjoy, now.
I was having yet another sober night and chugging water from a pitcher the bar kept filling up. I really just wanted to be well and it’s amazing how quickly you realize there’s about nothing to do in a bar when you’re not drinking. Finally, around 8:30 or 9PM, our friend Phil Scherer showed up. He lived in Kansas City and booked the show for us. Originally, we met him in Grand Rapids, as he lived there for a while and I even played bass on his first album, “Life in the Upright Position.” It was really good to see him, but I didn’t have a lot of energy to really chat it up. On the contrary, we met a couple of girls outside who wrote and took photos for a few music blogs and I ended up talking to them for a good while. The more people I talk to the more I find an excitement about SXSW. I think it’s rubbing off on the band as we get closer to Texas. Eventually, we got everything backlined on the stage and the show began around 10PM.
Phil’s old bass player opened up the show with some acoustic music, while I continued to chat with the bloggers and Phil. Rider had set up his drums in the other room and we were all ready to go on second, between the two local bands. However, Phil decided to take the middle spot and we were bumped back to the late slot on a Tuesday. I don’t know if it’s because his band mates didn’t want to stick around that long or what, but I guess that’s just the way it goes sometimes. At any rate, Phil was wearing a very rare and classic, official “Magnet Heart Conveyor” tour shirt circa 2005. I’m not sure any of the band members even have one of these and it was definitely a trip to see the thing in action. Honest Loot played a lot of his classic songs from “the day” as well as some new ones and covers. Of course, Doctor Jer B was the highlight of the set, wielding several folk instruments throughout the course of songs. I particularly enjoyed “Hard to Recognize” and it was good to hear Phil’s voice again, especially against an electric guitar, which I hadn’t seen yet. When we finally took the stage, the crowd was a bit sparse, but very interested in Valentiger. We plowed through the same “safe set” of songs I felt comfortable singing, but it was worse than yesterday. At the same time, Eric was beginning to come down with something and it was affecting him vocally as well. However, we pushed through it and gave it our professional best. “Courses” and “Lament” received the best response and it seemed to be a crowd for this lighter music. I think we realized this at the closing of our last song, “Frozen Dozing.” Everyone looked confused about the song and the set being over. In the end, though, we sold discs and shirts and we paid quite well. There can be no complaints when things end that way. One person told me they really enjoyed our band and went further saying, “I really enjoyed your sound. The things you do are really great and the melodies and harmonies are just nice. It makes me glad because I often wish bands were better. What I’m saying is you guys do a really good job as a three piece. I can’t wait to hear the CD.” I felt really satisfied with this compliment, thanked him and told him I wish we weren’t sick and could have played a little better for him. He said, “Don’t worry about it man. The main idea got through.” Sometimes it’s hard when you hear your band play night after night and you’ve seen and heard the music at it’s best to realize most people don’t know what it sounds like and are most likely forgiving of the sound. It was good advice and a great pick-me-up before heading sick into SXSW tomorrow night.
We packed up all our things and chatted with some people before heading back to Phil’s house. Shane from www.hilltoppots.com was there and I finally resolved my issue replacing the mug he’d given me years ago. It was a pretty quick drive to Phil’s place, but even the GPS had a rough time figuring some of these backwoods, Southern roads. He eventually rolled up after us, having to drop of some drums and then we hauled our things inside. It was about 1AM and we needed to be up at 5:30AM to make the 12-hour drive to Austin for our SXSW load-in. So, we caught up on old times with Phil as fast as we could and got a small tour of the house he’d bought and worked on. He had some photos of his adventure on the wall, including the snakes that were living in his walls when he got the place. It painted a terrible picture for bedtime, but it was overshadowed by the fact he had a GIANT black rabbit for an indoor pet. I didn’t really grasp the size of the thing until he held it in his arms. Generally, I don’t really like rabbits because I feel like they’re going to bite at me very quickly at any moment and then hang from my finger. I made sure to sleep downstairs with Chris and Eric, where the rabbit does not tread. Eric took the bed, for I had made a good run and Eric was now starting to feel a bit sick. I slept on the floor and Rider bravely took the couch upstairs with the Rabbit. He was awoken once by the things jumping on him and still stuck it out. However, the second time it tried to burrow under him, he thought it was biting him and it was all over from there. About 3AM he scared me silly coming down the stairs and standing over me in the pitch black. I said, “Hello?” in a scared voice and he explained before taking a floor spot. We were staring into a rough night before SXSW.