Night 2 in Seattle was a better show than Night 1 in Seattle for the Gusters. Some technical issues with Ryan’s guitar threw us off the first night and the crowd sitting down both nights managed to keep the energy low too. I blame the impossibly-comfortable seats at the Paramount Theater. So hard to resist. So soft against the ass. Thanks to the few, the proud, the outnumbered, who made it known they were there for us… we will keep returning to Seattle because we like the city so much, not the other way around. (In Salt Lake, one might suggest the situation is reversed).
Scotty seems to have retaliated in the John Mayer road journal, inventing a new nickname for me — Blundergod — after I insinuated that his “Guster is more like Buster” comment was not pushing the creative envelope all that much. Blundergod however, is genius for obvious reasons. I knew Scotty had it in him. I also enjoy being called “Thunderbird.” Funny, the name Thundergod is borrowed from Def Leppard, whose one-armed drummer, Rick “Thundergod” Allen, earned the nickname from his reverb-coated and inevitably thunderous fills. Well, we just found out that we have a gig with Def Leppard in Boston on Sept 21st. Mixfest will be our last show before we spend 7 more weeks in the studio. I want a picture with The Thundergod and I don’t care what I have to do to get it. So Rick, if you’re reading this…
Seattle was not a complete bust. A girl named Leigh-Anne who read my journal entry about Luby’s Cafeteria brought me a t-shirt. It fits and everything.
Once again, Utah’s crowd blew us away with their energy. How is that this happens every tour? Mormons in the audience, Jews on stage, etc… I don’t get it. It might have something to do with Andrew Vernon, who had us sign his yearbook after the show — right next to the “Guster & Me” club he started at his high school in Salt Lake City.
After signing it, we asked Drew to email us a picture of it, so we could point out the number of people in the Chess Club versus the number of members in the Guster & Me Society. And so we could unleash our newest slogan:
Guster — More Popular than Chess… in Utah.
Salt Lake City is the new Oxford Ohio.
Our merchandise girl, Allyson, has been snapping shots with the digital camera while we’ve been playing and so we’re due for a photo gallery-themed journal entry. Let’s begin with a picture of Scotty, John Mayer’s merch-boy and road journal author, who wrote about our bus breaking down in Kansas on their website… (pasting in excerpt from JM road journal)August 4, 2002
SOMEWHERE IN, KS
It’s all Guster’s fault. Gusters more like Busters. Today was going to be a day off until those guys decided to launch Plan Fa Fa Ha Ha and sabotage it all by pretending that their bus had complications. And since bi (more than one bus) caravan, we all hung out on the Kansas interstates all day long.
Note Scotty’s clever use of the word “Busters,” which rhymes with “Gusters,” which is the plural of our band name. Scotty neglected to mention that The Gusters and their crew spent all day driving through 105 degree Kansas with NO AIR CONDITIONING, playing quarter-antie poker in our boxer shorts. And yes, since the two Mayer busses were nice enough to stop and help us every time we broke down, their day off had to be sacrificed too. Oops. Our bad.
1. Adam photos
rock star pose #1 — close up rock star pose #2 — far away
2. Brian photos
drums — yes, it’s weird percussion
3. Ryan photos
close up jumbotron in denver
4. Sofia Sim (Dalton’s daughter) Photos
Dalton had his whole family out for the two night stand in Denver. And even though Sofie fell asleep during Either Way, I think the last two nights were our two best performances thus far on the tour. We’ll see how it goes tonight in Utah where we’re more than a mile high. Park City in the summer:
This email came in from a girl named Katie:
“I liked the picture of Adam that you had in your road journals but I like this one better.”
We’re all big fans of Photoshop here on the Gusbus. Indeed, 90% of my Guster Gazette jokes stem from placing our heads over other people’s bodies, or other people’s heads over our bodies. I simply never get tired of it. But Katie’s work begs the question: Did she find a picture of herself that happened to work well with the photo of Adam or DID SHE SPECIFICALLY POSE THAT WAY WITH THE INTENTION OF ADDING HERSELF TO THE PHOTO!?
We’ll have to wait for Katie to speak up. In the meantime, I should think of reasons why that distinction might be significant. It really doesn’t matter. Katie made a t-shirt out of the photo and wore it to our show in Pittsburgh.
About an hour before our set in Minneapolis last night we found out that Prince was coming to the show. He’d put in a ticket request, and we confirmed that his bodyguards (two of the three of them, anyway) were already at the venue. We were pumped. Martin Sexton was pumped. Marty played “Purple Rain.” I hit the drums as hard as I could. Just for Prince. We got off stage and looked in Pasty’s eyes and they told us everything. It was just like Waiting for Guffman. Prince didn’t show up…
… until halfway through John Mayer’s set. He sat on a roadcase by the soundboard at the back of the theater with his girlfriend and watched John play, nodding his head to the music, mouthing “Your Body Is A Wonderland,” seemingly unaffected by what he missed. It made me sad. I couldn’t even take a picture of him. What about all the good times we shared, Prince? So we went and saw The Shins play at the 400 Bar in Minneapolis at 11:30 and they were fantastic. Oh, inverted world.