The one lame thing that transpired was us showing up at the venue and not having parking for another half hour, which resulted in us driving around the Pioneer Square area for a while. There’s this totem pole there that has some interesting history attached to it. There’s also a gift shop with puzzles. Would you like some capitalism sauce on that, Sir?
The venue was located fairly close to the famous farmers’ market and the Puget Sound that was looking pretty gorgeous as the sun ticked the last tock on the clock of direct daylight. Finally it was a glowing six o’ clock and time to load in. Simple. And… done. I was left with meager room to set up merch in the area they had normally designated for it, so I ended up stuck 25 feet from the front door. It remained open almost the whole night, so it was very, very cold. I hope that doesn’t happen again.
THE SHOWBOX
October 26, 2007
Seattle, WA
Another night filled with hanging men, put downs, love games and contemporary dieting. All things that add up to a good show. I also got my third taste of The Redwalls dedicated fan base. Very dedicated!
Marci and Justin were all time fans. They had complete collections of all The Redwalls’ merchandise, and some glossy prints they had the guys sign, as well. I finally got new silver sharpies too, so they could sign the color of nothingness if they so desired, which isn’t actually a color because if it’s nothingness then it’s a lack of color. Oh, technicalities.
I like being in my sunken position behind the merch table sometimes. The guys are all representatives of the band, and sometimes get ambushed! I just sit back and watch them try and sort through the queue of people that inevitably form once they show after the set. Pictures, t-shirts, CD’s, posters and concert tickets are all worthy of John Hancocks’, but the one thing I haven’t quite grasped yet is the hugging. Sometimes girls insist on hugging each one of the guys. Not just quick little one-armers either… I’m talking an embrace that lasts for several seconds. Why? Not quite sure myself.
I just remembered this now, not exactly sure when this took place, but kind of comical nonetheless. At one point on a highway somewhere, Justin asked me to pour out his large cup of soda being as I always sit in the front passenger seat. I did, and I guess we were going too fast because the sugary stuff sprayed all over the side of the van. As an ancillary point, we’re all fairly convinced that Logan dropped BBQ sauce out the window at some point, and the combination of it’s trajectory and gravity was perfect enough to land it right inside the outside door handle. As a result, Justin got it all over his hand trying to open it up.
Rono gazing into the sunset of a thousand yesterdays...
>Space needle whilst facing inland.
>The famous farmers' market.
>The Showbox itself where I let a very nice two people borrow my cell phone to try and contact a ride. I received two hugs out of it.
>Logan clearly surprised by what Marci had to say while Justin entertains other fans, including Justin.
