Tuesday, February 10, 2004

There was a surprise brother machine show last night. He didn't go on until midnight, and the sound was pretty messed up, but the show was still great. He's got energy that's honestly scary when he gets goin', particularly when he's been awake for pushing 36 hours. The drummer from another band (there were two others last night, actually) jumped up with him and did an admirable job. Just the two of them, with the videos that Flash, Caustic and Billy Business had been working on all weekend, sounded great and became a little surreal.
At the end of the show, the management at the Ritz asked him back. I gotta say, that's kind of a first. I'm used to shows ending with a little conversation between him and the management to the effect of "Son, you can't come here no more," and him walking away smiling. He seemed too tired to really be happy last night, but it'll hit him this morning. He's welcome to play at a real venue on 6th. My brothers are rock stars.

I should say: the sound wan't messed up at the fault of anybody at the Ritz. Flash brought his beats on a tape to be played via a camera with the videos. The sound from the little camcorder to the pro sound system wasn't very good. They told him they'd fix it for next time. Also, he didn't give them very much time to play with it. It wasn't particularly anybody's fault. Those things are pretty squirrely.

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