Super Happy Fun Land is something you need to experience first hand to fully grasp. For the entire night, I felt like I was living an outtake scene from Zappa’s 200 Motels. This oversized art space was covered in excellent graffiti, and the most random collection of vintage oddities you will ever encounter.
Lou, the owner, met us at their loading door and showed us around. We rocked out a high powered set in this giant room, and then hung out with the locals a little bit sipping our BYOBeers after the show. Sipping my Bud, I looked around the room and took inventory of where I was again. I couldn’t help thinking back on my life back in Boston, and the routine I have back there… and that now I am in the nucleus of weird down in Houston.
As I write this, I wonder what is happening at Super Happy Fun Land right now. Are the lights off with nothing special happening at all, or are little Oompa Loompa type figures creeping out of the dark corners of the room eating cotton candy and lighting off jumping jacks while carousel music plays over the PA in the background? Lets hope for the latter!
After the gig we camped in our bus “Precious” at a state park for the night and shot to Austin the next morning. Tuesday were psyched to arrive in the live music capital of the world. Our date was downtown at The Red Eyed Fly off of 6th Street. We played to a thin crowd, but were all riding high and pretty psyched to be where we were. We worked it out on The Fly’s excellent outdoor stage and then hung out for the band that was on after us for a bit.
As I write this, I wonder what is happening at Super Happy Fun Land right now. Are the lights off with nothing special happening at all, or are little Oompa Loompa type figures creeping out of the dark corners of the room eating cotton candy and lighting off jumping jacks while carousel music plays over the PA in the background? Lets hope for the latter!
After the gig we camped in our bus “Precious” at a state park for the night and shot to Austin the next morning. Tuesday were psyched to arrive in the live music capital of the world. Our date was downtown at The Red Eyed Fly off of 6th Street. We played to a thin crowd, but were all riding high and pretty psyched to be where we were. We worked it out on The Fly’s excellent outdoor stage and then hung out for the band that was on after us for a bit.
You tell yourself that the “O-for” gigs make you appreciate the shows that slam. There’s a challenge to digging deep and bringing the pepper on a night when you don’t have a big crowd to feed off of. It’s a weird form of on the job training I suppose. It’s certainly not a webinar from your cubicle. Anyway, I thought we sounded awesome on this Tuesday night in Austin Texas, and felt good as we hit the road for Santa Fe, a short 13 hours away. Yee-Ha!
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