the other night at boston university a huge snot came out of my nose during the end of airport song. it landed on my lip for the last ten seconds of the song and i played with my neck craned back staring at the ceiling until it was over and i could turn around and rectify the situation. plus, i was wearing a girls-mini-guster-tank-top thing at the time.
Monthly Archives: January 2000
tonight, when ‘great escape’ popped up in the set list, we had our monitor engineer push play on ‘goldfly’ instead… the recorded version of the song came through the house PA, and we lip-synched the first verse and pre-chorus. i was pretending to hit my drums, adam and ryan had their guitars muted, and they were lip-synching. then, when the chorus came around i broke away from the kit, approached ryan’s microphone, pretended that i was overcome with shame for being deceitful and confessed to the worcester crowd that we’d never actually played live before, and that we’d been lip-synching our whole careers. then we played great escape for real. the thing is, the joke seemed to go over a lot of people’s heads. i looked at faces in the audience as we were fake-playing the song and they were bobbing up and down, singing along, dancing… what the christ!? didn’t they hear how FAST the song was? it couldn’t possibly have been us live circa 2000. didn’t they hear the hi-hat tapping through the verse — surely they know there’s no hi-hat in my kit!? surely they understand the difference between the chain attachments that sizzle atop my hand-crashes and the distinctly unguster (live anyway) tone of a stick hitting a hi-hat!? surely they recognize that hi-hat as a steve lindsey production oversight from december ’97 and not a new texture recently introduced to my live kit? and then when i declared that guster would lip-synch no more, that we would actually perform our songs from here on out, i wasn’t sure if people were cheering because they believed we were frauds attempting to reform our lip-synching habit, or if they got the joke and were showing their appreciation — or maybe they were just cheering because the conguero was talking.
do you mean to tell me that it doesn’t matter what i say into the microphone? that people would applaud anything i said? that if i were to sing and miss a few notes here and there, that people would cheer anyway?
otherwise, the show tonight was the best we’ve had in a long time. we even attempted ‘closer’ for an encore. what a great crowd. how big is the centrum?
dr didg joined us for airport song last night in syracuse and he was spot-on. what a great musician. he can actually play that thing in the key of c sharp minor. it was like 85 below zero last night and we had to walk around the outside of the club in t-shirts to make it to the stage, so i started bury me with numb fingers and i’m feeling it a bit today. worcester will have to experience a conguero under the influence of ibuprofen tonight.
we were having the best fa fa of our lives last night, then suddenly adam’s guitar cut out of the mix and ryan broke a d string, and the song was just congas pretty much, so we ended it early. otherwise it was a great show and an amazing crowd. who knew? syracuse.
Got some rust out tonight in front of the city of San Diego. We were clearly excited to be back on stage, but clearly marred with technical difficulties all night. Our monitors cut out about two thirds of the way through All The Way Up To Heaven, and we got out of time with the casio beat which plays through the song and had to stop playing. I do recall I threw a drumstick against the wall behind me at that point. Such a temper. Anyway, people tend to find it endearing and human when we screw up. We were endearing and human tonight in San Diego.
Oh, and when the Guster Laptop isn’t crashing, it’s re-sending out emailers from November 1999 to everyone. And we thought our technical crap was limited to the stage.
Carlos, our bus driver, got pulled over for speeding last night.