So you know those Segway two-wheeled gyroscopic scooters that you sometimes see old people, cops, and next-level-dorks riding on the sidewalk? The battery-powered things that were unveiled a few years ago by a famous inventor, with much fanfare, only to sort of putter out because they’re expensive, not particularly utilitarian, and geekier than using a metal detector to collect nickels and dimes on the beach?
Well those things were our answer to the question “how are we gonna take the stage in Boston this time?”
It’s part of an ongoing Guster quest not to up-the-ante with every hometown stage entrance, but just to keep the joke from dying. A sideways move, every time. The old college try. Hangin’ in there.
So both nights this weekend (apologies to anyone who went to both shows) we took the stage after cruising through the crowd on Segways while wearing helmets and shiny new Members Only jackets that Joe bought at Filene’s. Joe stepped up, pitched this idea as a package deal a few weeks ago (meaning, we should take the stage on those ridiculous Segway scooters while wearing Members Only jackets) and in a brazen moment of asserting his in-the-bandness made the executive decision to purchase the last four Members Only jackets off the rack at Filene’s in New York using the band credit card last week. Thirty bucks per jacket. Job well done, Joe.
They make you watch a 17-minute informational Segway training video before you’re allowed to get on one. And they’re addictive. After two days of cruising the industrial wharf of South Boston on my rental Segway, I find it hard to live without one. Impossibly fun, as the following photo suggests. This is the exact face I was making during our Pancake Mountain taping:
I managed to play both shows without ever taking the helmet off. And Adam managed to get through the weekend without ever saying a word except when he was singing. Doctor’s orders. It’s the only way to soothe the savage breast of laryngitis… did anyone else catch that amazing typo in the Boston Globe’s review of our show?
UPDATE 8/15: It wasn’t a typo! It’s from an old quote: Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
My mistake. Just because I use the word “savage” to modify the word “beast” doesn’t mean it can’t also be used to describe boobs.