Pictures are few and far between in the road journals these days. I blame Macintosh for not believing in floppy drives, and I blame Guster, for making me use this antiquated digital camera that stores (up to fifteen!) photos on a floppy disc, like bread inside a toaster oven.
That being said, if we’d been snapping shots of our Hammerstein show, we would have captured many things:
* Probably our tightest performance of the tour. We played the new songs really well and didn’t fuck up as much as we usually do on the old songs. Ryan seemed to be losing his voice towards the end of the night, but I don’t really have much of his voice in my monitor mix.
* A bunch of camera guys on stage with us. What was up with that? I guess someone is gathering material for a Guster DVD or something. I wanted to attempt a karate chop on the guy encroaching on me the whole set, if only I could karate chop.
* The SINGLE MOST DISASTROUS FOUR MINUTES IN THE HISTORY OF OUR BAND. I blame our execution, not our hearts, which were in the right place. And Macintosh. I blame them. Anyway, our attempt to bring someone on stage to sing Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game” along to the cheesy shoot-ten-an-hour karaoke video that we purchased for the occasion went awry. The cocky “You Want Me To Play With You At Hammerstein” email we read from Trip Clonan landed no Trip Clonan’s in the audience, so we dragged a girl on stage from the front row who clearly didn’t know Wicked Game, and gave her a microphone. At least we had a fifteen foot muppet-show hook with which to yank her off the stage.
We couldn’t hear the pre-recorded karaoke track well enough to play along with it, the girl seemed to be drunk and/or onstage with Guster for the first time, and the episode was the most flatulent we’ve seen since our Great Escape lip-synch gag sailed over the heads of Worcester like a Rick Ankiel fastball a few years ago at the Palladium. Actually, when the matzah-filled pinata of Ryan’s head fell from the 930 Club ceiling and nearly dislocated his shoulder during Pesach 2000 — that was a low point too.
Anyway, swing and a miss on the karaoke gag. We’ll swing even harder in Philly.
> hey guys, what’s goin on?
> I heard you read the letter i wrote to you asking if i could get on
> stage and play with you at the Hammerstein concert last wednesday. I was so pissed i wasn’t their, I missed my flight home from school and couldn’t make it home till midnight, anyway, hopefully another time. Thanks for thinking of me though, that was really chill.