Downtown Disillusionment Tour
So Modest Mouse Tonight. Nick quickly this evening recorded a love valentine in the form of a five song EP and after some quick 'hey check to see if this plays' we set off to see if Isaac Brock would accept his present and take him away from the drudgery of school and on tour with the Mouse. It was a Twenty One and Up show, which prevents Nick from getting in, so we decided to wait it out behind the Catalyst.
Of course there's already people there, because its the Catalyst and its the Mouse. We hang out by the dumpsters that are full of former catering platters and videogame magazines. There are these two undergrad giggling girls, some creepy moustached bipolar guy talking to them and this chilled out stoner guy nearby. Nick and I start talking to the stoner guy, who's from Felton and the bipolar guy scares away the girls. He comes over to us and starts to ruin our evening, offering us awkward conversation:
"I'm really just here to talk to Isaac Brock about how we're both bipolar and how he deals with that"
"I bought two Bright Eyes CDs earlier today. If you hate Bush, you'll like them."
"Did you know that Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy comes out May fifteenth? It stars Sam Neill and Mos Def. Can you believe that? An American Black playing Ford Prefect?" (he actually used the term "American Black"!)
"I'm a film major"
"I've been kicked out of every coffee shop in Monterrey"
"Your from UCSC? Do they still have poetry jams there?"
"I play the bass too, I have a '79 Rickenbacker"
"I guess I'm not skinny enough to be your friend"
So Modest Mouse starts playing and they play a set mainly made up of new songs which breaks the hearts of Nick, Felton and I. The bipolar guy has since left, his 'ride' being a skinhead with an exuberant-as-sin pitbull. The four good songs they played were 'Interstate 8', 'Paper Thin Walls', 'Float On' and some other good one from the new album. We could hear them pretty well, despite the barrier of a door and like seven security guards between us and them. The bass drum was really loud and the guitars were kind of sloppy. Nick and Felton talk about hardcore bands.
The band finishes and doesn't play an encore which sparks riot into the hearts of the cigarettes-and-baked-in-tan crowd who can't really pull off a riot, despite being in such a liberal town. They're all riling themselves up and getting thrown out by these burly security guys and offering witty Norcal retorts like 'this HELLA SUCKS!!!' Some guy totters out and looks at us for a minute and tells us 'heroin is cool' and then goes to stare at a mural for a while. We decide to go out front, thinking maybe Brock is out there.
So we're walking out front and who do we see? LEWIS. Effin Punk as Eff Lewis. effin never gave a care about the Mouse Lewis. Nineteen year old Lewis. He's hanging out with these two guys who look like Billy Idol and who were apparently connected enough to get him in for free and backstage. They're all screwdrivered out, but we talked to Lewis long enough to know that we are going to forever trust him forever more on everything. These connections! Its all coming together, Johnny Rotten, the tour van, Punk DVD, Hot Topic, Warped Tour, Lewis was not lying, nor has he ever lied. He's probably telling us less cool stuff than has happened to him. He plays the flute, for Christ's sake!
So the bus isn't coming for a while, we decide to go back to where we were before and its more heavily populated now with gritty semi-hip kids who will settle on talking to the Modest Mouse roadies, because, hey, they're pretty much in the band, almost. We're back there expecting Isaac to come out with a bottle of Coke and a box of pizza and say 'hey, come on in, friends!' but he doesn't. But... the door to his dressing room opens and we see him shirtlessly sing/yelling and applying underarm deodorant AND he has a huge blue cross tattoo on his back. Nick said it was an anchor, but I only saw the cross part of it. It could have been an anchor. We took a bus back and I wrote an essay.
I always say that every show I go to is going to be the last and that it would have been better if I had just stayed outside. Last night it was. At least it will be better when it gets warmer.
Fifty degrees of seperation,
Update: This morning in class (8 am!!! And yet I doze off less than I do in Heroic Epic), a guy at my table was at the Mouse show last night and described it as sucky and crowded. There were problems with the monitors (which is professional-speak for "vanity speakers") and so between every song Modest Mouse had to fiddle with cords and try to remember the phrasing to beginnings of songs. I had forgotten about these long pauses, which would last between five and ten minutes, and remember thinking at the time, 'wow, it would sure suck to have to pay for that'. He said they played eight songs which seems about the right number.