for one night only!

Tomorrow we play live on air in Dayton - on WLQT 99.9. We’ve also got a hilarious thirty second commercial running on their online stream, you can Check it out sometime between the 47th and 50th minute of every hour. The only bad news is that the interview/performance is at 7:50AM. We actually considered whether or not we’d be better off staying up all night or getting a few hours of sleep. We can’t possibly go to bed early enough. Sleeping at 1AM for us is like going to bed at 6PM for normal people.

Let me tell you about the show two nights ago. The show “starts” at 9PM, and at 8:50 PM we are lost and still looking for the venue. Only Moxie. Andy doesn’t think the place exists – we drove past corn fields on farm roads for the past fifteen minutes. Evan guesses that we are probably playing in some guy’s back yard and he just calls his house “the Hot Spot” for fun. I mean seriously, the “confirmation email” for the gig said, “juli 7 is daze. can u bring bands, fans?”

Turns out every small town in the area has a “Lake Road,” and I got directions for the “Lake Road in Madison OH instead of Geneva on the Lake, OH. Only Moxie. But – and my faith in mankind’s direction giving capability is restored – a random woman draws a perfect map with precise directions to “the strip” in Geneva, fifteen minutes away, where the venue is probably located (Sidenote: we got impeccable directions to the place we stayed the night before as well).

Fifteen more minutes of residences and cornfields, one more bathroom break (all of Moxie + Megan gets out and runs to the woods while Julie and Henrik laugh in the Funkwagen) and suddenly we’re at a town that can only be described as a carnival. Neon lights, funnel cakes, people walking about everywhere, music, honking horns, the whole bit. We drive down ‘the strip,’ but “the Hot Spot” is nowhere to be found.

Second pass through I finally notice a tiny sign at chest level the says, “open mic Wednesday, the Hot Spot, live music, pool, air hockey” or something of that nature and I yell for Andy to stop driving. Julie and Henrik must think we’re absolutely insane at this point. We run inside, a solid forty minutes after the posted start time, and find the woman in charge.

To top everything off, we’re playing in an auditorium: an old theatre setup with a massive stage, and audience space that can probably fit 1800 people; and the bands playing before and after us are hardcore death metal bands.


The sound was awful and the microphones consistently shocked both Evan and me, but needless to stay we enjoyed the hell out of ourselves. Julie, Henrik, Megan, the three early teenage girls and the four or five other audience members seemed to really enjoy the show, I got hoarse (Sidenote: talking trash is pretty hilarious when you have to whisper), and we annihilated the Photohunt high score, so all in all I think it was a great success.