Show 16
September 8th, 2007
The Sad Cafe
Plaistow, NH
Diary:
The Sad Cafe made both Bengt and I realize that our set is a bit more adult
and bar ready then we ever knew. A Christian Community center that also provides
family-friendly rock shows, no swearing, sexually suggestive material, or drugs/alcohol
allowed. We're hardly rock stars, but this was still a bit of a squeeze. what
makes up for it is that the venue is actually pretty amazing, with a super nice
stage, new sound system, really spacious and comfy audience set-up with couches
and tables (equipped with mood-lighting electric candles...mixed messages anyone?),
and walls covered in band art and signatures.
We again had the mixed joys of going on first (set-up time as long as you want, crowd number completely unkown and ever changing). on top of the usual suspects and undoubtly a new cover (though i can't remember what is was) we also played an oldie and newbie for everyone. "Myth," one of the first song we ever wrote together and what got us started as a band really, was played at the request of Kim, and, while fun, was a reminder as to why certain songs remain at home and not on display, if only for their complexity. "Remain" went off far more smoothly and appeared to be well received, a welcome response as it as a song has gone through a number of different transformations over the year until we finally settled upon its current composition and sound.
my memory isn't as it should be when is comes to all that followed, though i consumed only microwaved nachos and iced tea that evening. I do recall that a shall-remain-nameless-solo artist, while bringing along his family to fill out the crowd, was not exactly a shining example of ettiquette in terms of actually acknowledging and becoming at least friendly with the other groups, a loss for him I say. What I do recall is that newly formed Yoga Class for Cats impressed with their duel guitars and balanced harmonies and Fiske and Herrera, who were so lovely to invite us out, kept everyone enthralled.
Bengt and I bonded over a bit of cell-phone powered music-themed "who wants to be a millionaire" between sets (or sometimes during...) and immortalized ourselves on the wall. good times.
peace,
~Maura