Since I don’t play in bands regularly anymore, I’m not really sure about the availability of places to play shows. Meaning, I’m sure that it’s difficult to get shows anywhere, especially with the sheer volume of bands in the universe these days, but are there numerous places to play if you could or were allowed to play?
It seems like there are more these days. In Philadelphia alone, I can think of a whole slew of places where bands could put on a spectacle…all fully licensed with real sound systems and established methods of promotion.
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However, we did get lucky meeting a fella named Dave who went to school at Middlesex Community College. He booked shows there at the student center and would continue to invite us up to play when we were in Franklin. The shows were always fun and poorly attended. C’mon, it was a Community College in Middlesex, what would you expect?
Dave was a swell guy. Wonder where he is now.
Useless tidbit: I liked something about The Ordinary Boys who also played that show – as you can plainly see from the flyer – they’re listed right next to the mighty Cowabunghole.
Anyway, I bought one of their t-shirts and wore it at school one day. A classmate stopped me really excited about the shirt cuz his brother was one of the Boys. That was cool. Then I never talked to him again.
Also: I have a memory of Franklin playing at Middlesex with Born Against, though Franklin isn’t listed on the bill for the one show Born Against played there.
Here is the list of Born Against shows: http://www.sammcpheeters.com/music/ba-shows.htm
Anyway, someone told me that Jon Hiltz’s name was “Mealy Worm.” I was terrified of him — I think I was afraid he’d eat me even though he was probably a vegan or something. Years later, when I met Jon (at his house in Westfield, where he probably butchered the beardless suburban emo boys he ate for supper) and he had shaved his massive beard, I discovered he was a really nice guy. I’m not sure I was aware at that later time that he was one and the same Mealy Worm or else I would never have gone down to the basement.
(It was also at Jon’s house where I realized that Fred Armisen was destined for stardom after seeing him do an uncomfortably convincing, um, “impression” of a mentally retarded boy in love with Bart Simpson. He totally upstaged Dave MacCall’s retarded kid impression.)
One more: when Franklin played with Circus Lupus at Middlesex, I was chatting with Seth L, esteemed bass player of that outfit, who was hungry just before the were set to play. I offered him an Oreo. He refused because he was concerned that it would make his mouth feel gritty when he got on stage. I say grit in your mouth is a small price to pay for a free Oreo. Didn’t Seth go on to work as a food critic or something?
Lastly, that Dave was a nice guy.
That is all.