Dear Family, Friends, and lovers of the Rock!!
As promised here is the start of the Michelangelo Tour Diary. Our tour has officially started, and it is already a true “Rock N Roll” tour. As you may know, we were thrown on last minute to a gig last Saturday at Mark’s Showplace opening for Huck John’s. The gig was outside of Manchester and it was already raining cats and dogs. Very rockin’ place, except for this night. Not many people there for certain. Regardless, we went on at 7:45, fueled by a giant bag of Dollar Double Cheeseburgers and adrenaline. The show went great. Our new drummer Chris “Manowar” Santos fit in great. The group was having a great time, pools of sweat, the whole deal. We didn’t stay for too long due to the heavy rain. We had to get back and plan for the upcoming time on the road.
Fast-forward to 9 in the morning this Tuesday morn. I woke up fueled by black Italian Espresso, and headed over to meet Uncle Sando, our bass player for those of you that might not be privy to the “Though I’m Told” code. In the Ford Exploder we headed out to Cambridge to pick up our U-Haul, which was ordered weeks ago, and held for us. Upon entering my details in the computer for half an hour, when hearing the make of the vehicle of our choice, we were informed that U-Haul does not rent to Explorers!! I could not believe it. I think it was more disbelief that we had not been told before hand that they could not rent to us. Regardless, we trooped back to the Castle McLean (a lovely little basement apartment for all you interested ladies). It was decided that we would pack the Exploder as tight as possible and just scrounge up some drums for the Jersey gig. Once we got on the road we made the mistake of taking I-93 to I-95, which was backed up forever! Oh, well, we had some fine radio oldies to hold us through. We eventually made it out of Rhode Island and into Connecticut, then into the beautiful New York rush hour traffic. Finally we reached the Lion’s Den around 5. Word of advice to those sitting in the back of an Explorer: Do not sit in the same seat, same position for a 5-hour drive. At some point your boxers will simultaneously become one with you in a way you never dreamed possible.
After parking the Exploder in the village, the McLeans and Manowar Santos went off to get some food and find a bathroom (always a blast in NYC). After they returned, myself, Sando, and quintessential roadie Jersey Dan went of in search of some food. We were rewarded with Dollar Chicken Fajitas and some fine New York Pizza. Gotta love that New York pizza. Afterwards the eternal waiting game commenced. We were the last band of the night, equaling lots of down time. Half of us made a pilgrimage down the street to the legendary CBGB’s. Of course our pilgrimage included the “donation” of one fine, full color, brand spankin new Though I’m Told press kit. We went back to the club and enjoyed our beers while being serenaded by Abe Quigley out of Illinois. Very cool solo acoustic stuff. Next was Mrs. Poo, which was an experience for anyone watching. I think my favorite tune was “Burn, BBQ, Burn” which sums up my philosophy about summertime fun. I also enjoyed “Purple Cow”. Now sure what it was about, but still enjoyed it. Bryan Fenikart, who played a set of tasty pop, followed Mrs. Poo.
During Bryan’s set we were warming up backstage, all psyched to rock out the city. We went on, with a quick set up time. It was a blast, and the crowd was very receptive considering a lot of them had shown up for Bryan. All in all it was a blast, and we can already tell this tour is gonna be a great time. I will try and get pictures up in the next couple of days from the show. There were plenty of “monitor perching” to be seen.
After the show we drove back to Jersey’s down Rt. 1. I don’t think I have ever seen that many diners and strip malls over the course of an hour in my life. Ah, sightseeing in Jersey. Well, that’s it for the ole blog today. There will be plenty more, and lots of pictures. I’m still getting the hang of this thing. Until next time, ROCK ON!
Here is an old live pic for those of you that are just discovering Though I'm Told. Updated ones on the way!
As promised here is the start of the Michelangelo Tour Diary. Our tour has officially started, and it is already a true “Rock N Roll” tour. As you may know, we were thrown on last minute to a gig last Saturday at Mark’s Showplace opening for Huck John’s. The gig was outside of Manchester and it was already raining cats and dogs. Very rockin’ place, except for this night. Not many people there for certain. Regardless, we went on at 7:45, fueled by a giant bag of Dollar Double Cheeseburgers and adrenaline. The show went great. Our new drummer Chris “Manowar” Santos fit in great. The group was having a great time, pools of sweat, the whole deal. We didn’t stay for too long due to the heavy rain. We had to get back and plan for the upcoming time on the road.
Fast-forward to 9 in the morning this Tuesday morn. I woke up fueled by black Italian Espresso, and headed over to meet Uncle Sando, our bass player for those of you that might not be privy to the “Though I’m Told” code. In the Ford Exploder we headed out to Cambridge to pick up our U-Haul, which was ordered weeks ago, and held for us. Upon entering my details in the computer for half an hour, when hearing the make of the vehicle of our choice, we were informed that U-Haul does not rent to Explorers!! I could not believe it. I think it was more disbelief that we had not been told before hand that they could not rent to us. Regardless, we trooped back to the Castle McLean (a lovely little basement apartment for all you interested ladies). It was decided that we would pack the Exploder as tight as possible and just scrounge up some drums for the Jersey gig. Once we got on the road we made the mistake of taking I-93 to I-95, which was backed up forever! Oh, well, we had some fine radio oldies to hold us through. We eventually made it out of Rhode Island and into Connecticut, then into the beautiful New York rush hour traffic. Finally we reached the Lion’s Den around 5. Word of advice to those sitting in the back of an Explorer: Do not sit in the same seat, same position for a 5-hour drive. At some point your boxers will simultaneously become one with you in a way you never dreamed possible.
After parking the Exploder in the village, the McLeans and Manowar Santos went off to get some food and find a bathroom (always a blast in NYC). After they returned, myself, Sando, and quintessential roadie Jersey Dan went of in search of some food. We were rewarded with Dollar Chicken Fajitas and some fine New York Pizza. Gotta love that New York pizza. Afterwards the eternal waiting game commenced. We were the last band of the night, equaling lots of down time. Half of us made a pilgrimage down the street to the legendary CBGB’s. Of course our pilgrimage included the “donation” of one fine, full color, brand spankin new Though I’m Told press kit. We went back to the club and enjoyed our beers while being serenaded by Abe Quigley out of Illinois. Very cool solo acoustic stuff. Next was Mrs. Poo, which was an experience for anyone watching. I think my favorite tune was “Burn, BBQ, Burn” which sums up my philosophy about summertime fun. I also enjoyed “Purple Cow”. Now sure what it was about, but still enjoyed it. Bryan Fenikart, who played a set of tasty pop, followed Mrs. Poo.
During Bryan’s set we were warming up backstage, all psyched to rock out the city. We went on, with a quick set up time. It was a blast, and the crowd was very receptive considering a lot of them had shown up for Bryan. All in all it was a blast, and we can already tell this tour is gonna be a great time. I will try and get pictures up in the next couple of days from the show. There were plenty of “monitor perching” to be seen.
After the show we drove back to Jersey’s down Rt. 1. I don’t think I have ever seen that many diners and strip malls over the course of an hour in my life. Ah, sightseeing in Jersey. Well, that’s it for the ole blog today. There will be plenty more, and lots of pictures. I’m still getting the hang of this thing. Until next time, ROCK ON!
Here is an old live pic for those of you that are just discovering Though I'm Told. Updated ones on the way!
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