it all started with “Weekend in New England” by Barry Manilow being blasted through the van’s speakers, and a good hearty laugh from all. Trudging through what must have been the first snow this winter, we made it to Boston and played for a great group of people at Johnny D’s. The next morning we rolled into South Bridge and found a fantastic little spot for breakfast, the Elm Centre Cafe. While we were eating Seaweed happened to notice a gathering of pictures on the wall, what were they you ask? Well if it wasn’t pictures of contestants in a pancake challenge! Simple, all you have to do is eat seven gigantic pancakes and you get a t-shirt and the glory of feeling sick for the rest of the day. But then we noticed on the opposing wall, one lone picture. You guessed it, that’s the picture of the only person to ever win the challenge, the others are the documented miserable failures attempted by over 60 people. Seaweed, being Seaweed, decided that the next day we would return and he would reign supreme upon a pile of butter and syrup! Yeah, right Seaweed. So for the rest of the day we all heard about how this tower of batter stood no chance against the iron stomach of a 103 lb city boy, but more on that later. We happened to be invited to a home cooked meal Friday evening, which is a luxury that needs to be jumped at whenever on tour because it rarely happens. Our booking agent Phil, of Simon Says Booking (shameless plug), happens to live near Northampton and was so gracious to fill our stomachs and minds with the help of his fantastic and welcoming family. I felt the desire to give them Great White Caps names, since they will most likely show up in my future ramblings, so I present to you the Simons, Big Krill Phil and his wife Angel Fish! Here is a pic of Big Krill with an adorable puppy…
Then we went and played a seriously fun show at the Iron Horse in Northampton, a huge thanks to all in attendance, you all made this a memorable night. In the morning we returned to the Elm Centre Cafe with digital recording devices in hand to document the destruction of a pancake nation. Check back for the documented evidence of this endeavor shortly. So after much hoopla, how many pancakes did the mighty Seaweed take down… 1 1/2! I think Mr. Bill Melchor summed it up best when I walked outside and he said, “What the fuck’s up with your boy?!” If I only new, Bill. This is what happens when you are shamed by a food product…
Saturday we played the Met in Providence, and while walking around in town stumbled across something new… a snuggery! Still not quite sure what that is. Sunday wrapped up across the street from Yale at Toad’s Place, and dinner at Frank Pepe Pizzeria which was a serious treat. Thanks to all of you who crossed our paths along the way, you make it happen!
Cruisin-Montag the Magnificent
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