our two night stand at riverbend in cincinnati is complete. as is our stint as the opener for dave matthews. wish that it were otherwise but we did have a blast, we did experience The Greatest Tour Catering Of All Time, and we did take some notes while watching dmb perform.
for instance, we were proud to keep our set “varied” between the first night and the second night — tonight we replaced “demons” and “two points” with “center of attention” and “x-ray eyes” in our 10-song set, we had dan myers join us on four tunes instead of the usual two, and i shaved my beard off between the shows (!) (no one noticed) (!) — but dave trumped us, bringing in three back-up singers, a keyboardist, and playing an entirely different set each night. also, they have carter beauford in their band.
here’s a bunch of photos from the last night in cincinnati… thanks to everyone in the dave camp for treating us so well.
Dave introducing us to a sparse crowd
Our grand finale to a less sparse crowd
The head chefs
first dave show went really well. we had been freaked out hearing stories that michelle n’dgfketrosenworcello wasn’t too popular the previous two nights in indiana and had cut her set in half by choice. but the thunderstorm passed, dave introduced us (very cool), and even the lawn was rockin’… decided to cut fa fa short because ryan’s guitar was all out of whack but neglected to communicate this to dan myers guest saxophonist of the millenium and we left him playing the outro lick without us. dan would later return to reap untold fortunes of glory on stage with dmb during ‘crash’ and ‘all along the watchtower,’ an old bob dylan number. i watched him do it from the lawn.
ryan miller here, dutifully reporting from home base, usa.
about 1.5 months ago, we were in los angeles taping a late night talk show, “the late late show with craig kilborne.” in the backstage area, next to our dressing room, was a door marked “politically incorrect,” another talk show centered around 4 (semi-celebrity) guests and a quick-witted host. i thought about my own pseudo-celebrity status…..
“hehe” i said to our publicist, dana.
“what?” she asked.
“do you think that you could get me on politically incorrect?”
“i don’t see why not. bif naked was a guest on there recently…”
so that is how it all began. about a week later, dana informed me that one of the bookers of pi had not only heard of our band but thought i was “cute.” two weeks later, i was booked on the show for a june 15 taping, june 16 to air.
i was instantly nervous. who were the other guests? what would the topics be? would i end up like ben folds, who said nothing the entire time? or would i be like that idiot guy from that crappy movie about the dog and the robot who, after watching him speak, made me want to punch myself in the face?
then i got the call.
“who is it? who else is on the show?”
“well, one of them is a christian rock singer on warner brothers. she used to be a witch or something. her name is tracy-dawn.”
“then there is jimmy jam, very famous record producer.”
“i know him. i hear he is nice.”
“but here’s the big one, ry. brace yourself.”
would it be superstar comedian/political pundit dennis miller? would i be discussing napster with lars ulrich? the state of modern politics with jesse jackson? the notion of celebrity with madonna? maybe, just maybe, for the first time ever, a sitting president would agree to appear on the show and discuss, in an informal setting to a late night audience, his most personal intimate opinions on the future of the american people and the balance of world power????
“it’s pauly shore.”
so. the show was fun. they put me up in a nice hotel. i ordered room service. i said a few things on the show (when i could interrupt mr. shore) that weren’t the dumbest things i have said in my life. i didn’t shove my foot down my throat. i wore my second favorite sweater. i ate sushi in the green room and exchanged pleasantries with jimmy jam.
the next night, i was on the airplane back home when the show aired. my mom and dad called when i landed.
“you looked good, we thought.”
“pauly shore was kinda dumb.”
“yeah, but he was nice.”
“well, your father and i are proud of you.”
“do you think they’ll have you back?”
“they said they wanted me to come back sometime.”
“you must be tired.”
“ok. go to sleep. we’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Valiant effort people. Feel dumb getting this email from an intern at MTV:
>I don’t know if it makes a difference because I don’t know exactly how the voting works (in my opinion it’s all set up anyway and we don’t really have a say, we are just forced to watch what they want us to watch), but TRL was live Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and was pre-taped on Tuesday and Wednesday for the Thursday and Friday shows respectively. If people called and requested FaFa on Wednesday, the Thursday show would already have been taped the day before, so it wouldn’t matter, and it wouldn’t happen to appear on Friday either because that show would have been taped before the voting lines would have opened up on Wedneday. Also, the video won’t air next week because those shows will be live from LA, I think anyway, at least that’s where Carson flew out to after TRL today. Sorry you guys, you should definitely schedule another “Bug Carson Daly Day.” You had fans outside the building today holding signs for you. If you are there tomorrow come and visit me on the 25th floor and you can slip mail under Carson’s door:)
We’ve been had. How long will we allow ourselves to be taxed without getting a representative in Parliament? At least we made a couple of vote tabulators think to themselves “Who’s Guster?” — worth taking a day off of work and hitting redial hundreds of times, non? Thanks for playing along.
Our California shows this weekend were hampered by the fact that our equipment never arrived from NY… so we had to scrape up some guitars, congas, and a tambourine to get through the 5 or 6 song set each day. Fortunately, resident Californian and ex-Toejamb member Jamie Murray was on-hand to snap a floppy disk’s worth of digital photos for us in Sacramento. Here’s the collection. Feel free to email your comments to Jamie himself at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Radio station in Rochester put us on last at their big “Rally in the Alley” show tonight, which means we followed Melissa Etheridge who was playing solo acoustic. Most of the crowd actually stayed to see us, including some members of the LPGA who were playing a tournament in Rochester and apparently got wicked toasted during Melissa’s set.
The audience was very good to us, considering we were pre-occupied with technical crap the entire (35-minute) set. Now we’re in Modesto California, where there is not much to do. Modesto did produce one of my favorite bands though. “Grandaddy.” Go out and buy Grandaddy records.
Emerged from my sister’s wedding this weekend with a whole new respect for wedding bands. I think in the past I was inclined to write them off as schlocky, predictable, etc… but now I realize what a SCIENCE it all is — the keyboard guy knew just what font to hit on his keyboard for the background “Challah-cutting” music, and when the band sensed that people had a couple of drinks in ’em they broke into a little Buster Poindexter — then cut into a rousing Hava Nagila… they had the place ROCKING. People were running around in circles, lifting chairs above their heads, and that’s when they went BACK into “Hot! Hot! Hot!” for the kill. The place was transformed. The party was on. And then they had no choice but to make the announcement:
“Ladies and gentlemen your salad course is being served if you’ll please return to your seats.”
And these guys took it like pros. They’d been there before. It was part of the job. They would return after dessert to rock this house again. I strongly recommend “Four Guys In Tuxes” from Boston MA for your next wedding or Bar-mitzvah.