First off just in case your wondering there isn’t a “.2″ posting. I don’t promote that number, its a superstition of sorts, kinda like how some buildings don’t declare a 13th Floor. I’ll do 13 all day, but not 2. Anyway back to the subject at hand, answering some of your questions from the What Do You Want From Me Posting.
From THE SOUND OF AN EARNEST MIND came these questions,
Q: How do you pursue the often intimidating task of making the music you hear inside become an actual song?
A: Patience is the primary tool as far as that goes. But songs come to me in many different forms so there is no set pattern to it. If I can feel it but I can’t touch it immediately then I wait until it’s ready to show itself and then take it.
Q: Do you feel alone, even when you’re with friends or family, too?
A: Sure, sometimes. I spent most of my childhood alone so its a big part of who I am at my core. I have no problem with it.
From TROY came a in depth description of a Neurosis show in Flint, Michigan from probably 1996 or 97. If you want the whole story from his perspective then check the comments from the original post.
First off Troy thanks for your kind words and thanks for being at The Capital Theatre that was awile back, it was a very memorable show for many reasons. The opening band was called Crosseyed Mary and they had 2 kickdrums attached end to end, the one and only time we have ever seen that. Also that place was haunted as fuck, we ended up loading out at about 4am in the midst of Downtown Flint Hip Hop violence and driving to Kalamazoo where I had a .357 put to my head by a very deranged gangster on not enough crack. Never underestimate the power of poverty and drugs people. On to the show in question…
From what I have gathered from the guys in my band who have good memories and from what has jarred loose from my own I have this for you. When we arrived at the gig everything was not ready as in the stage wasn’t even finished being built. There seemed to be no one who knew how to do it properly so we ended grabbing hammers and finishing it ourselves. You have to understand that when we show up to play we aren’t fucking around in the slightest and any promoter who decides to do a show with us should be able to glean that from our contract and our technical rider, this guy didn’t take it seriously and in the end it seems that he paid for it.
No one has an recollection about the skateboarders, but I can tell you that my guess is that at that point of the day it had become an aggravation and a distraction. Its hard to imagine a falling skateboard could hurt our gear, except the keyboard rig. I’m sure that at least 2 of us where on that ramp earlier in the day, as a band our relationship to skating has always been one of respect. And its something that most of us do or have done.
Now the one thing that I do remember about this night was how it ended( I’m a little cloudy on it but roughly this is it). The promoter didn’t have the guarantee, this is never a good thing and in our days on the road the only time we didn’t get paid our guarantee was the first time it happened on our first tour, we made a choice that that wouldn’t happen again. So when this guy said he couldn’t pay us I made sure that he did, I’m sure that there was a fair amount of yelling and threats. I do know that in the end I made him call his Mom and get the money.
Its not pretty I know but its the truth.
If the day hadn’t been so fucked from the start things might have ended on a softer note. We have walked away from shows without the guarantee with an understanding and a promise that the check would be in the mail from promoters who we know and trust. This guy didn’t fit that bill. I honestly hope that he is doing better mentally now and I don’t know how this caused it all to cave in for him. I did hear that story about him being in a Mental Hospital, probably from Austin I don’t know. Maybe he wasn’t the guy who I made call his Mom, its all a blur kids…a grey shrouded blur.