7-Jan-2006

Rascal's, Winona, Minnesota

I, being of healthy mind and body, was sick as a three-legged runt dog for this show, which happened a few hours before my birthday (January 8th, same as the King and Spiro Agnew). I slept in Ethan’s wagon using a monitor as my stiff pillow. I had dreams about beef jerky and Statler and Waldorf from the Muppets. But, enough about me, let’s talk about the show.

You know that moment right before you get hit with something hard? You see the object coming at you and your brain says “oh shit,” and gives your mind a perfect, mental snapshot. Then BOOM, the lightning bolts followed by blurriness—but here’s the best part, for the next few hours you could kiss the sky, everything becomes perfect as the euphoria of endorphins blocks your pain receptors. That’s how this show was for the humble hamlet of Winona, Minnesota. After everyone in the audience got concussed, euphoria stepped in wearing a singlet, zubas, and cowboy boots. I know, I know, you guys are probably thinking “jeez, these guys are just another arrogant band,” but let me just follow up my description with some empirical evidence, that being from the tongue of Elena Erofeeza, the woman in charge of booking this excellent venue.

“You guys are the best band we’ve ever had.”

The defense rests.