Amanda from The Apes just sent this to EH Headquarters. I did not take the photos that are a part of this post (but I wish I did). I'll be photographing them tomorrow @ Fort Reno... if you're in the area make sure to check The Apes out... the show starts @ 7:15. (RCM)
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Day 1....
This past weekend, Apes played two shows in Brooklyn. There was a July 4th show at a "My Open Bar" event next to the Gowanus Canal. On July 5th we played the opening day of the afro- punk Festival in the parking lot of the Brooklyn Academy of Music.
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When Erick, Breck, and I got back to Mt Pleasant after practice at Jeff's on Thursday night, we agreed to meet at my house at 7:45 am. Erick and Jayme arrived at my house exactly at 7:45 am. While we waited for Breck, Ian MacKaye came strolling down the street with his newborn baby. He had told us before that he walks the baby everyday at that time and true to his word, that was exactly when we saw him.
Ian had appeared during the Butthole Surfer's sound check the week before. He is a friend of Gibby Haynes. When Ian asked Gibby how he was doing, Gibby stated, "I have pancreatic cancer, "with a very serious face. "Just kidding!"....
We were in the van by 9:15. Not bad, I thought, not bad. Erick sat on the floor in between the two captain's chairs as Jayme was with us. Everyone was sound asleep by the time I hit 95 N, probably even earlier. I resisted listening to music through headphones. It seemed unwise to take a chance when Erick wasn't in his seatbelt. Many hours of silence but NO TRAFFIC! We
pulled up in front of the outdoor lot with a stage and an ice cream truck at exactly 1:15 pm.
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Set time was 4pm. Just before we began, I borrowed a plastic ice cream cone from the ice cream man and indulged myself on the microphone before we played.
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The set was great. I don't know if the audience dug it but I sure had a damn good time. I suspect that the sound quality was lacking. ....
Paul and Yohanna came to the show (Paul: Count 101-original Apes vocalist) with their two daughters. All around us, the stylishly dressed youth of Brooklyn were drinking beer, Southern Comfort and craning their necks to see who had come to this event. I-phones were
everywhere! ....
The event ended at 9pm. It took me 45 minutes to navigate the one way streets to get back to the venue. I drove by the same cop twice. I had waved hello the first time through. He did not wave back, just stared at me with a completely flat affect. The second time I arrived at his
corner he walked over to the van. I just rolled down the window and asked how I could get back to 400 Carroll Street. He had no idea.....
During load-out, I tried using the Porta John but it was pitch-dark and covered with urine. There was not one thing to wipe with. I usually can find something, even if it is the toilet paper roll (Magazines, typing paper…be creative). This Porta John had industrial-strength extra thick toilet paper spools. I sat in the dark clawing at this thing for a good five minutes and I finally got it off to do the job. Hell if I was driving around Brooklyn in damp panties!....
We were crashing at friend's place in Fort Greene. Wandered around trying to find a place to eat and eventually used the GPS to find something. Erick didn't scream too loudly about the $10 burrito but his girlfriend did buy the table an order of nachos to shut him
up.....
Back at the apartment, Erick and Jayme crashed out on the Murphy bed. I demanded the couch as a reward for being the van driver. Jeff got the camping pad + wood floor combo. ....
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Day 2....
I woke up at 7. I knew that Jeff heard me shuffling around. He always does. I swore I saw a look of contempt flash across his face ....
"Why do you need the couch if you don't sleep anyway?" he says over and over again.....
"I need the couch because if there is even a chance of sleeping, I have to be moderately comfortable," I state, as if that is somehow going to ameliorate the situation. Yeah right.....
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We were supposed to be at the Brooklyn Academy of Music for load-in and sound check at 1pm. We were exactly on time. The afro-punk festival was fully underway. They had split the parking lot into two parts- the skate ramp/bike ramp side and the stage.....
Every experience that we have had with afro-punk has been impressive. The promoters are wonderful people and are completely professional. I drove the van right up to the stage; a photographer immediately started shooting the van. I suppose that the dichotomy between our old conversion van, and the slickness of the festival made it interesting? Maybe it was simply that our van looks good.....
We never got a sound check. The headlining act that night was a woman named Janelle. She is the new protégé of P. Diddy and needed two hours to check levels. The sound was decent for the first two bands and by the time we went on, there was a large audience. MTV News was filming.
I had a new costume. I was still riding high from the show at the Gowanus Canal. I was psyched.
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Just before 6, we loaded our equipment on stage and had a 20 second line check and BOOM! It was time to play. I started talking with the mask and the pre-op tranny voice and then we started.
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In the middle of the first song, my Nord shut off. FUCK ME! I have a feeling that the MTV News camera man knocked the cord loose. The organ turned itself off and on again no less than nine times. With each reset, there is a 9 second silence. I still had the Korg to fill in with but
the sounds are different and meant for different things. I sucked. That show should have been great and I completely sucked. 3 Apes did, however, do a fantastic job. We were screwed on time, as well, which didn't bother me in the least, given the technical failures.....
The highlight of the evening was discovered around 9pm. A drunken Erick found me and begged me to photograph the backstage porta-john. A huge pile of diarrhea lay quietly next to the seat inside. ....
We were in the van driving home by 11:15pm. Jayme curled up in a strange position on the floor of the van and was called, "Floor troll" for the rest of the night. At 3:15 am, we were on the country road heading back to Jeff's. Erick and I saw a massive house burning in a field to the left of the road. There were no fire engines, no sirens, and no signs of life. The mansion was completely engulfed in flames. I started to call 911 and Erick chastised me. ....
"Dude, don't be one of THOSE people, I'm sure someone already called." The smoke hung in the air for a few miles and finally we did see one emergency vehicle headed in that direction. I later discovered from the news reports that it was a 6,000 square foot home and that the
owners were on vacation. ....
We passed a few commercial buildings and Erick says, "What is a hoe spice?" "Dude! That is a hospice and it is where people go to die!" we all shriek at him. Hoe spice.....
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Five minutes from Jeff's house, and we came upon a multiple car accident spread across both lanes with cop cars everywhere. The road was totally blocked. Jeff was none too thrilled at having at take an alternate route that added 20 minutes to the trip.....
And finally, on the way back to DC we passed another major accident on the beltway with a car on fire. I guess 4:45 am on a Sunday morning is not the time to be on the road. When I got inside my house, I realized that my bag with my clothes was in the back of the van. They are going
to smell really fresh after festering in the 100 degree van for 3 days.
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also... UrbanEye: The Afro-Punk Festival (video)