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We got to Lisa's at around 3am and hung with Charlotte and her fiancé Ammon for a bit while they stuffed envelopes, before I crashed into bed because I had only 3 hours before I had to take off for St. Louis in order to get there in time for the opening of Pointfest at 10am. Since, once I got there (a pleasant 3.5hr drive, once the sun rose high enough not to be right on the road right in front of me), I found that our boys weren't on till 2:30, I opted to nap in the car (conveniently, we'd taken all the seats out of the back and put pillows and a blanket to move apartment with). The most memorable aspect of that nap was my sudden start awake about an hour in, with a genius name for me and Joodles as a band: Art & Architecture. I texted it to him immediately, and he agreed it was perfect.
Around 1pm I decided I should allow enough time to see the set before our boys and get a good spot, since this, a festival crowd, would be harder to navigate than the usual club spot stage right at the rail. So Flobots played the Jägermeister stage (after I'd made a couple of circuits of the gigantic arena to see where that was), and I insinuated myself ever further forward, and by the end of their set I had only two layers of humanity between myself and the rail. (I recognized that one Flobots song, by the way, that Joodles showed me; No Handlebars, or something? Only one of their set I remotely liked).
Eventually, I see the @crashkings setup crew! The worked on the Jäger stage while the other stage right next to ours had some other show, Shaman something, for half an hour or so. I exchanged a couple friendly words with the girl on the rail in front of me (we had the same phone), and she was impressed with the drive I made to see our buys (she didn't know them). The front of the crowd was oddly young; everyone on the rail seemed to be under 16. I couldn't see Margie anywhere, though I knew she was there, but soon I stopped thinking about it because the show nextdoor ended, Jason came up and started hitting the drums like they threatened his puppy, for the beginning of You Got Me; they segued sharply into 14 Arms, taking off their respective sunglasses (Tony looked pretty funny in his standard red plaid shirt with the shades). I got some pretty spectacular footage of Mike. The crowd was a little reticent, so Tony said "Don't be afraid, just because you don't see any guitars," and proceeded to demonstrate the clav with a long solo before Carry On. Saving Grace had this awesome ascending-chord rumbling intro. Mountain Man was super-well-received; the Point, the radio station that put on the festival, must play it a lot. They did War Pigs at the end of the set, probably because it'd be easily recognized, and the crowd appreciated it. I got some good video of Mike rocking the end, though there's a hole in the middle because I had to rock out.
So I got a decent hour and a half in the sun at the tent before I retreated to wait by the Slackers' booth where they said they'd be signing. I finally found Margie there, when she showed up with her husband to wait in the VIP line (they were giving VIP meet&greet tickets to anyone who bought the cd). We hung out and chatted a bit about the show, and I showed her the most impressive Crash Kings shirt I modified recently. They boys showed up to sign and I got some pictures of her talking to them, as she asked me to, and then I went through the line and had the boys sign my ticket. Tony assured me there was no need to apologize for not having 1985 for him this trip; I was going to have it done for either Pointfest or the Blue Note, but as he said, "there's not a deadline or anything". He loved the shirt, and he and Mike both wished they had a camera. Jason was impressed with the work it must have taken, and he was really surprised (and glad) to see me. They were all taken aback that I was driving to Boston by way of Missouri to see their shows.
I didn't spend a whole lot of time talking to them, since the line was moving at a decent clip and I didn't want to hold it up, but it was good to see them and let them know I was there. Basically, Crash Kings rocked St Louis! I heard a bunch of new converts behind me in the crowd who were very impressed despite their fashionable apathy.
On the way to the car after saying hi to the boys, I ran into Margie and her husband again. Turns out, I drove in two cars ahead of them and we were parked with only a car between us! I showed her the dragon on the driver's side door, and she led me out of the lot and back to the freeway so I could drive back.
I made it back to KC in great time, but instead of going straight back to Lisa's house, I went to Paul's old house, where there was a graduation party for some cousin on the other side. A relative party with cupcakes and children. Only kind I like. We stayed for awhile before coming back to Lisa's, and the sun had made me really tired (probably, sleeping only two hours didn't help either). I do enjoy visiting here, though. I should do it more often.
Around 1pm I decided I should allow enough time to see the set before our boys and get a good spot, since this, a festival crowd, would be harder to navigate than the usual club spot stage right at the rail. So Flobots played the Jägermeister stage (after I'd made a couple of circuits of the gigantic arena to see where that was), and I insinuated myself ever further forward, and by the end of their set I had only two layers of humanity between myself and the rail. (I recognized that one Flobots song, by the way, that Joodles showed me; No Handlebars, or something? Only one of their set I remotely liked).
Eventually, I see the @crashkings setup crew! The worked on the Jäger stage while the other stage right next to ours had some other show, Shaman something, for half an hour or so. I exchanged a couple friendly words with the girl on the rail in front of me (we had the same phone), and she was impressed with the drive I made to see our buys (she didn't know them). The front of the crowd was oddly young; everyone on the rail seemed to be under 16. I couldn't see Margie anywhere, though I knew she was there, but soon I stopped thinking about it because the show nextdoor ended, Jason came up and started hitting the drums like they threatened his puppy, for the beginning of You Got Me; they segued sharply into 14 Arms, taking off their respective sunglasses (Tony looked pretty funny in his standard red plaid shirt with the shades). I got some pretty spectacular footage of Mike. The crowd was a little reticent, so Tony said "Don't be afraid, just because you don't see any guitars," and proceeded to demonstrate the clav with a long solo before Carry On. Saving Grace had this awesome ascending-chord rumbling intro. Mountain Man was super-well-received; the Point, the radio station that put on the festival, must play it a lot. They did War Pigs at the end of the set, probably because it'd be easily recognized, and the crowd appreciated it. I got some good video of Mike rocking the end, though there's a hole in the middle because I had to rock out.
So I got a decent hour and a half in the sun at the tent before I retreated to wait by the Slackers' booth where they said they'd be signing. I finally found Margie there, when she showed up with her husband to wait in the VIP line (they were giving VIP meet&greet tickets to anyone who bought the cd). We hung out and chatted a bit about the show, and I showed her the most impressive Crash Kings shirt I modified recently. They boys showed up to sign and I got some pictures of her talking to them, as she asked me to, and then I went through the line and had the boys sign my ticket. Tony assured me there was no need to apologize for not having 1985 for him this trip; I was going to have it done for either Pointfest or the Blue Note, but as he said, "there's not a deadline or anything". He loved the shirt, and he and Mike both wished they had a camera. Jason was impressed with the work it must have taken, and he was really surprised (and glad) to see me. They were all taken aback that I was driving to Boston by way of Missouri to see their shows.
I didn't spend a whole lot of time talking to them, since the line was moving at a decent clip and I didn't want to hold it up, but it was good to see them and let them know I was there. Basically, Crash Kings rocked St Louis! I heard a bunch of new converts behind me in the crowd who were very impressed despite their fashionable apathy.
On the way to the car after saying hi to the boys, I ran into Margie and her husband again. Turns out, I drove in two cars ahead of them and we were parked with only a car between us! I showed her the dragon on the driver's side door, and she led me out of the lot and back to the freeway so I could drive back.
I made it back to KC in great time, but instead of going straight back to Lisa's house, I went to Paul's old house, where there was a graduation party for some cousin on the other side. A relative party with cupcakes and children. Only kind I like. We stayed for awhile before coming back to Lisa's, and the sun had made me really tired (probably, sleeping only two hours didn't help either). I do enjoy visiting here, though. I should do it more often.
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