We got to Eugene on Friday afternoon looking to rest up and relax before our campaign of nailing balls to walls commenced for the evening. After being sorely disappointed by finding a severe exception to the "culture rating of the town is inversely correlated to the coolness of the local goodwill" in some town who's name I purposely forgot, we quickly agreed that that the old adage "the exception proves the rule" was a retarded bit of word phrasing trickery most likely first perpetrated by some sly bastard who found a way to confuse his convo-pponent just long enough to hop away unscathed in a cloud of complete nonsense.
Our old (college) roommate Steve was an excellent host, providing burgers as well as outdoor sleeping arrangements. Our stink factor at this point was perhaps a 5, no more. A couple of showers were taken and we retired to the porch to go over a couple of tunes.
We heard our pal Marty was coming down from Portland and decided to knock the rust off of our Steely Dan cover ("Kings"), since Martin Walsh being at the show constitutes our most Dan-receptive audience ever. It went steely, by the way.Inside the house, Jimmy got very excited about getting behind the wheels of his eighth favorite instrument (right behind "broken organ beat box machine"). He cranked through a quick version of "Tom Sawyer" and then headed to the club.
After the show, we rolled on back to Steve's pad where I must admit I passed out almost immediately on a couch in a room where a drum kit was being played until very late. Pointedly un-rock and roll, but a lingering sickness and sinister college device did me in post-haste. The rest of the boys (and Ariana) partied down for several more hours and reported it grand.
Check our moves!
James' star-tambo-face-obscure meets "the lean"
Tom finds that clapping helps him enjoy himself more and recalls him of youthful trysts!
Rob's patented stutter-step. This is right before I knock James' amp setup right the fuck over mid-song. Grace be the watch word, aspiring stage prancers!
After the show, we rolled on back to Steve's pad where I must admit I passed out almost immediately on a couch in a room where a drum kit was being played until very late. Pointedly un-rock and roll, but a lingering sickness and sinister college device did me in post-haste. The rest of the boys (and Ariana) partied down for several more hours and reported it grand.Awake again we headed off to Seattle! More pictures an all-time Chop highlight (courtesy of Aaron) yet to come.
continued tomorrow....
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