Thursday, June 13, 2002: The Boar's Nest
OK, I have to admit it: I've been overcome . . . with WORLD CUP FEVER. It's Thursday June 13, and my band is playing our first-ever show at the Boar's Nest Greenville Avenue. I'm always excited when we play a new bar-you never know what will happen, and it heightens the anticipation Of course, bad things usually happen when you play a new place for the first time, and that was certainly true on this night. Happily, my mind was so occupied by the United States' strong chance to advance to the round of 16 in the World Cup that I didn't worry too much when the sound man supposedly provided by the Boars Nest failed to show up. Think about that for a minute: we're playing in a bar we've never been to before, and now we have to set up and run sound ourselves? We didn't even know where to find the goddamned on/off switch. Jon is, of course, panicking. Mike and Eric are too busy eating their tater tots to give a crap (by the way, the Boars Nest gets the thumbs up just for having the balls to serve tater tots in place of fries. Tater tots kick ass). Jay of course is his usual happy "it's cool" self. And with me in a Brad Freidel-induced soccer coma, all of the stress fell upon Jon. Luckily, Jon is used to stress. After all, he is married and has two kids. He was the right man for the job.
In the end, we did the best we could during set up. After what had to be the longest vocal-mic check in history, I think we all realized two things:1) I need to come up with something to say at soundcheck besides "Testing 1.2.3." and 2) that we were going to sound like absolute doggie doo, and there was nothing we could do about it. We played our first set and actually played well-but of course, I'm pretty sure it sounded about as pleasant to the ear as a Slim Whitman yodeling contest. When every dog within four blocks of Greenville started howling uncontrollably, we knew it was time to take a break and at least attempt to fix the mess.
Lucky for us, our good buddy Tesch appeared and did his best to man the boards for us. He saved our asses, and he did it with a smile. He is a good man, and he has a cool goatee. We like Tesch. I would like to give you more details about the show itself, but honestly I can't really remember too much about it for some reason. I do remember that I felt like an idiot when I accidentally sang the intro to "Song Sung Blue" when we were supposed to play "I Am.I Said," and the band laughed at me. But then I laughed right back at them, because they play in a dorky Neil Diamond cover band. Other than that, I really don't remember too much, so please accept my most heartfelt apologies. I normally write these summaries the day after a show, but I've been so busy lately that I just didn't have time. And now I'm playing catch-up and writing this on July 8th (happy birthday Dad), and all I really remember about that night on June 13th are tater tots. I love the way the grease holds the salt and ketchup together, so you get maximum cholesterol intake in each yummy morsel. Damn I love tater tots. I used to make fun of Sonic, but any place that has Cherry Limeades AND tots deserves your business. Oh yeah-did I mention that Sonic serves Frito Pie and corn dogs too? Sonic kicks almost as much ass as Mike Teschner.
In the end, the second set turned out pretty damn good. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, and as usual we were happy that we made enough money to cover our typically grande bar tab. When I finally left the Boars Nest about 2:45 am, I had about 3 hours to kill until the U.S.-Poland match that would determine our chances of shocking the world by advancing to the round of 16. Tesch and Curtis had time to kill as well, so we wound up back at my new place playing the Atari 2600 until it was time to head for Ben's for soccer. Of course, the U.S. got spanked 3-1, but it wound up not mattering as South Korea shocked Portugal 1-0. The United States was safely into the second round, and now I could sleep.and dream of tater tots.