It is with a heavy heart that I announce there were no jazz hands at the Philly show. I repeat: No jazz hands.
On the other hand I had a lovely chat and a big bear hug. *sigh*
I am entirely too lazy to actually load any pictures so you will have to settle with the pics I snapped on my phone for now.
Firstly, I arrived at Philly early. During parking the attendant became severely irritated with my Boston Red Sox license plate cover, car magnet and hat in my back window. I believe he used the colorful phrase: "What the f*ck is that about?". I'm sorry the Phillies suck guy.
Bud and I decided to find a cool spot to have some dinner. Along our way I belive I was asked by six different men for a cigarette. I should have purchased an extra pack just for the occassion. In exchange for a smoke I got directions to this: "really hip little diner with on the cheap with pizza and sandwiches". Called Silk City. Well after walking about a mile we arrived and hip, cheap, pizza and sandwiches it was not my friends! They had collectively 5 things on the menu. Everything was about $9 and up...which is expensive when all you are getting are three tiny perogies and a small pile of onions. By the way, the food was crap. I think I had a few bites and that was that. I just kind of wanted to get out of there by that point.
On the way back to the show I had devised a plan to sneak recording equipment in. A friend on the message board is a professional sound guy and asked if people would be willing to record shows. He shipped me all of this stuff and I felt like a spy for the FBI. I will say this: The band doesn't care if we record...the VENUE has issues with recording.
Firstly, I had to shove this recorder into the bottom of my bag and then during my search at the door I diverted the door man's attention from my purse and made some small talk about how last year my car was vandalized and my GPS was stolen so I had to bring it into the venue with me. He was friendly enough to keep talking to me so he overlooked my equipment :)
When I got in I had to shove a wire through my jacket sleeve and down into my purse and then run the two mic's (which look like headphones) alone side of my glasses. haha. I'm sure I looked interesting. It went over well and I just heard from the sound guy that I was the only one to come through with recording so I am really hoping the show comes out nice! Lots of pressure here.
The band sounded amazing. They were just spot on and put on a really B.A. show! But I kinda knew this going in...or I am kinda biased..
At shows end I headed outside to have some words with the Man. During our chat we were interrupted by a lovely man, called Chuck, who was drinking a Coors Light and decided to free style rap for us for about five minutes. It was pretty intense.