Saturday | 09.14.02 |
Denver, CO Motel 6
It has been raining every single day of this tour. Tucson? Pouring!
Vail? WET! It's remarkable. Anyway, the Trio has purchased matching
galshes to tackle this dilemma. The past few days have been filled with
interesting music and interesting encounters with former and pseudo
celebrities. In Vail, we ate dinner next to former college and NFL player
Brian "The Boz" Bosworth. He was pretty candid about his steroid
scandal and was a really nice guy to talk to. He reminded us of his wild
days when he wore an NCAA shirt that said "National Communists
Against Athletes" at the 1986 Rose Bowl. The Boz. In Fort Collins,
Karl Alvarez (bass player in the band ALL) opened for us with his side
project, The President's Wives. We met him before the show and he was
equally as approachable and showered us with stories of the road. ALL is
Descriptions of our music by our fanbase have been hilarious. The two
best ones are as follows: "You guys are disgustingly disturbing yet
poetic," and the new band favorite, "You guys are a cross
between Medeski Martin & Wood and South Park." Blame Canada.
So far, the leisure activity on the road has been made up of rolling
into a town and finding the golf arcade game, "Golden Tee Fore 2003." Jon
Weinbach's enthusiasm has caused a collective obsession with this video
recreation, although he can't really raise the level of Trio play
much higher than pathetic. The average OM Trio score is around 11 or 12 over
Also significant is the amount of buffalo chicken wings we have eaten
on this tour. 90% of our meals include this tasty appetizer. It is quite
amazing how different wings are from place to place.
Ilya has been taking these whistle solos while playing the drums
simultaneously. Brian and Pete clap along with the audience while Il looks
likes he will pass out. It is all a lot of fun to witness.
Pete is extremely funky.
Wednesday | 09.25.02 |
I-26 between Hilton Head and Columbia, SC The Van
Pete left his bass in Atlanta. The Dirty Dozen Brass Band has a sousaphone player. A sousaphone is not a bass. The club in Hilton
Head called some people and an axe was delivered in time for our set. The
sheer beauty, tone, action, and overall vibe of the said instrument was a
sight and sound to behold. The Trio rocked anyway. Big ups to
Rodney from SC for coming through. Of course we don't have Pete's Fender
for two more gigs (we'll pick it up for Harvest Fest near Atlanta). So for
the next Dirty Dozen show in Columbia, SC, we managed to procure an 80s
Ibanez replica 4-string beast for Mr. Novembre to attack with abandon.
Thanks to the Jam Room in Columbia for the clutch delivery.
BRIAN: "We got an 80s Ibanez replica for the
PETE: "Oh shit, I'm gonna tap on that thing."
ILYA: "Your tapping is fly?"
PETE: "Yo, I know this phat Billy Sheehan solo."
ILYA: "What key is it in?"
PETE: "Key?!!!?!??? What the hell are you talking about?"
The Dirty Dozen Brass Band, by the way, are the nicest
bunch of guys ever and they scream "Give it up for the OM
Trio!!!!" for five minutes as soon as they hit the stage. Towards the
end of the night, some ladies got on stage to dance and Terrance, the
drummer, made the perfectly acceptable move of dropping his sticks to
grind with the aforementioned females. This maneuver left the music sans
percussion and Terrance winked at Ilya to replace him at this
particular moment. So Ilya sat in with the Dirties for half of Stevie
Wonder's "Superstition." This simultaneously brought a pinch of
Yankee toughness to the overall New Orleans vibe of the Brass Band and of
course helped Terrance score (we think).
Sunday | 09.29.02 | 9:19 a.m.
I-95 South of the NJ State Line The Van
There was some confusion before the gig last night in Wilmington, NC about
who was actually going to be running sound for the Trio show.
At about 7 p.m., a solid candidate emerged, and we seemed satisfied with the
choice the club made. All seemed to be going as planned until the
soundman casually informed Brian that he was having some sort dispute
with his ex-girlfriend that may involve police coming into the club and
taking him away. He then went on to give Bri a 30 second explanation
of how to run the sound equipment if that should happen. (None of us
really know exactly how to run a soundboard.) Sure enough,
just before we were scheduled to start, the police showed up and took away
the soundman in handcuffs. Luckily, we managed to figure out the
board and got a little help while we were onstage from a sound savvy
As the night grew later, it became evident that the evening's surprises
were not over. At around 1 a.m., the crowd outside the bar (downtown
Wilmington) was looking hostile. Sooner than later, more police cars
showed up. More people were put into handcuffs. By the time we
got off stage, we found out that there was a violent fight in one of the
neighboring bars that (allegedly) involved people getting stabbed with
broken beer bottles.
Given this peculiar set of circumstances, we took the opportunity to
play a very aggressive, heavily improvised set that reminded us in many
ways of the Tucson is Burning series on Live. It
wasn't so much the content that was similar, but rather the vibe of the
music and the experience of playing music in such a bizarre set of
Saturday | 10.12.02 |
Comfort Inn Cromwell, CT
We were on our way to play with Joshua Redman in
Cleveland, listening to Black Sabbath, enjoying the ever-present rain. All
of a sudden, whilst savoring the opening harmonica strains of "The
Wizard," Ilya noticed the odometer reading on the
van...166,666.6. This was not planned. Satan, laughing,
spreads his wings and was definitely coming 'round the bend -- in the form
of a Pennsylvania state trooper who stopped your humble jazz-metal outfit
and proceeded to issue the much-appreciated $145 summons. We had no N.W.A.
or Bodycount in the van to reference after this.
We did two nights (Cleveland and Baltimore) with Redman's
group which includes keyboardist Sam Yahel and drum giant Brian Blade.
These guys are all leaders in their own right and it was an honor to share
a stage with them and a great chance to watch such jazz luminaries from
the wings and for free. The crowd was substantially older than our normal
audience and were in their seats at 8 p.m. both nights, clapping after
bass solos. This type of environment makes the Trio bring the tough New
Jersey grindcore/Cannibal Corpse/Menudo vibe to the general proceedings.
Needless to say, there were a lot of musicians at both shows and we got a
great reception. The individual Redman players were very complimentary and
Joshua thanked us from the stage, saying we had a "very innovative
sound." Another great description of our sound from random listener:
Cross between Herbie Hancock and Kraftwerk.
Backstage is also an opportunity to read the witty
graffiti/band sticker/miscellaneous debris on the green room walls. Some
great band names we've stumbled upon include Puppy Kicker, Monday Dead,
Cracktorch, Shredlocks, and Alcoholocaust. In Maryland, there was a
particularly awesome sticker on the bathroom wall commenting on the
current state of affairs in music: "Will rap over rock for food."
After the gig we got in the van and drove away quickly,
trying to avoid this jackass sniper in Maryland. Luckily, he wasn't at our
show because he thinks we sold out and prefers our first album to any of
the new shit.
Miles driven since September 4: 10,584