EWE TOO ROCKS ME's second show... CRASH & BURN

So the second EWE TOO ROCKS ME show was a complete disaster and actually saw this coming. We were playing a party at our drummer Gooch's friend's house. As soon as we pulled up and started unloading, we noticed that the backyard straight up smelled like shit and our staging area was pretty cramped with a door into the house directly behind us (which everyone in the audience continued to use even as we were playing). We didn't know anyone in the crowd except for our friends Adam, Gill, and his girlfriend and the rest of the crowd consisted of douche bags who probably pop their collars on a regular basis. So we were in hostile grounds and our stage show / presence does not accomodate that very well.

Of course when we went on stage, nobody got our wardrobe or sense of humor so those everyone just went about their own ways playing the card game, Asshole and also a fucking game of Flip-Cup broke out on the folding table that we had brought for our stuff. Also working against us was the fact that we didn't go on stage until about 7:30PM so time was working against us as darkness approached and the neighbors waited by anxiously for the time to call the cops on us. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say the first half of our set was painful because out of the 20 or so people that were there, we were really only playing to about 5 of them tops. Everyone else could give two shits about whether we were there and we even heard someone say that it sounded better when we weren't playing. So we took mid-show break and then this drunk old guy comes up and wants to jam with us and then he, Rhys, and Gooch proceed to jam a little bit and now it was completely dark.

We were finally able to get the old guy off the stage and we jumped into a pretty good version of Stranglehold. As the song began to take a hold of us, someone in the crowd informs us that the cops are here and we need to stop. So the girl who threw the party talks with the cop, and apparently the compromise is if we lower the volume, then we can keep playing. We then attempt to play Summer of '69 at a lower volume and with it completely dark, making it impossible to read any of the lyrics to the song. HORRIBLE.

Now this girl's younger brother starts getting pissy and wants us to stop playing because he's got some underagers at this party drinking and he doesn't want the cops coming back because he thinks they'll get busted. So the brother and sister duo then begin yelling at each other and that's when we decided to call it a night, 2 songs into the second half of our show. As we start to pack everything up and start loading out, the old guy comes back on stage, grabs Joe's guitar and proceeds to play what seemed like a half hour set of something that barely resembled music. All of this going on while we're packing up i n pitch black darkness because there are no lights in the backyard. A perfect ending to a crappy night.

What smarts even more about this is the fact that I cancelled a possible trip up to see Dusty in NYC this weekend. What a fucking waste.

And finally I'd like to make a rebuttal about a statement I made previously about Marty. It worked out that he had his bbq the night of the show because it was a positive ending to a sucky night. Mad props on an entertaining bbq.