10-Feb-2006

The Plymouth Arts Center

The citizens of Plymouth were up in arms starting bon fires in the streets. Once our tour bus hit the city limits, we felt a little uneasy. Piles of burning debris, mounds of inflamed embers, possibly one or two human sacrifices rotisserie style, was everyone in Plymouth mad? No—this is how the town celebrates. It was Hot Days, and, coupled with every man, woman, and child finding and burning everything in sight, we were the entertainment. How could we possibly entertain these maniacs?—easy, tell them were the “hottest” band in Madison and play our high-knees off. And that’s what we did, right in the center of the only building in town that wasn’t under siege—the Plymouth Arts Center. Thank god the pyromania hadn’t spread so far that the common citizenry felt the urge to burn art, otherwise we may’ve never made it out. Instead, people came, drank hot cocoa, and listened to us play in the acoustically-best venue we’ve played at yet. We kept the volume down because the sound carried excellently in the room. When people clapped it sounded like high time during the Battle of the Bulge. Very receptive crowd, very supportive of music. And, thank God, we made it out without getting burned to death...they must've liked us.