Although more artists have been coming in, and I could go on listing the days (which I will in away), I am getting bored with that format and believe it would be more appropriate to treat this time period differently from the first 15 days, mainly because it is.
The concerts were a hit. I had fun, you had fun (if you went), the musicians had fun. The first night, day 16, Roger L. Lewis, Tryone Storm himself, put together one heck of a show. I would say that this storm was kinda like el nino; it wasnt crazy like a tornado, all of the players have been around since 2002 , it was calm and warm, and only a select number of people really knew it was going on. It was great! Jake Bellows and Dan McCarthy both played acoustic sets. We all sat around and looked at these people like we were sitting around a fire (maybe with our grandpa). Then Tryone Storm lulled us to bed with some smooth tunes while people added to a mosaic set up outside. Pat Geske taped the whole thing and there will be a screening of this at the gallery each night it is open.
The next night Craig Dee was in charge of putting together a show. This show was basically the evil (like wicked evil- fun evil) twin of the first. The shows, were on the surface similar, but complete opposites inside. We had a barbeque, some people ate, more people didnt (they of course did do a heathy- maybe not the best word- amount of drinking). And then there was the rock. Street Lethal started it off bringing us back to the glory of Weezer, you know the pre-dude-supported days when actual nerds who like Atari (not just ironically) listened to these guys. This was the most highly supported band of the night (I think everyone wanted to see Walters back up on stage, he informed me he had not played since 2003). Then Dim Light and This Bike is a Pipe Bomb (Florida) played. I really liked those cats from Florida, both musically and as solid people, I guess it just goes to show that the state is not JUST god’s waiting room. Then Vverevolf Grehv (Dapose) closed it out with some sinister (remember the good kind of evil) tunes. All and all the concert nights were pretty sweet and made the parking lot look like the night’s sky with star spangled cigarette buds. All forgotten now because of the cleansing Monday rain (and a shitty broom).
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