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Dateline: Trax, Charlottesville, VA, 10/6/99; Show 227

"Chank-chucka-chow-chucka-chow-chucka-chow-chucka-chow-chucka-chow-chucka-chow
-CHUCKA-CHOW CHOWWWWWWowwowwwwww..."

"Chank-chucka-chow-chucka-chow-chucka-chow-chucka-chow-chucka-chow-chucka-chow
-CHUCKA-CHOW CHOWWWWWWowwowwwwww..."

Ah... good ol' Heart... what a great guitar band... when you hear "Barracuda" 
you just gotta turn up the radio... and you know how sometimes when you hear 
a tune it triggers memories?

Hazdra had just had one of those memory-triggers. 

It was Mike Hazdra, Mike Maraat and me in the Haz-Mobile this trip... and 
it's a pretty good change from the Touring Vessel, where it's open-season on 
sound engineers most of the time... I get ripped on more than a stuck roll of 
toilet paper some days...

It's the start of our tour and we're headed to Charlottesville VA. for a 
second appearance at Trax! (their exclamation point, not mine... although I 
personally like the place just fine and would tend to agree with their use of 
punctuation)...

The tour is going to take us to some beautiful parts of the East Coast, 
especially during the "Leaf Changing Season"... an event held in high 
standing by a lot of people with free time on their hands, I guess... all the 
hotels are booked with "Watchers"...

yipes.

But to be fair, it is really getting quite colorful and we're diggin' it. I 
definitely feel blessed in my job...

... the only problem is the fourteen or so hours it takes to get to the first 
stop of the tour this time out... travel is good, but that many hours in a 
van is gonna get to ANYBODY after awhile, folks... because after just a few 
hours, you're functionally out of things to talk about and that's when the 
dark corners of your mind start to open up and you dredge up old memories...

Here, sit on my shoulder for a minute and I'll give you a sample... for 
example, Hazdra's memory brought on by hearing Heart on the radio:

"... this was back when I drank, so after the concert I drove everyone 
home... I still had half the gallon of-"
"GALLON?" I sputtered.
"Yeah... (long pause) ... so I had this gallon of wine I had begun the night 
with, so I started drinking again... drinkin' and just driving... I woke up 
in Iowa in the parking lot of a church with "Colorado Or Bust" written all 
over my car in grease pencil..."

... or this one, which still made me laugh hours later:

"... that was in the days when I was in a heavy metal band..."
"METAL BAND?"
"Yeah... (long pause) ...I played a Fender Rhodes (an electric piano)..."
"What was the name of this band, man?"
"Well... we had about three different names... we were called 'Arson' for 
awhile... but then we did this gig in Willowbrook (a suburb of Chicago) and 
the next day the place burned down... so we figured we'd better change our 
name after that..."

The things you learn about your bandmates can be profound, funny, or sad at 
any given turn... and like a Dead show you never know WHAT'S lurking around 
the bend in a DSO vehicular conversation.

So... yeah... 

Fourteen... Fifteen Hours.

... ugh... you start out in a good frame of mind, but by the end of it you're 
all about a stone's throw from becoming serial killers no matter HOW witty 
the reparté...

When we finally made it to Charlottesville, we was tore-up TIRED... that's 
when we got lost approximately a half-mile from the hotel and had to ask a 
cop for directions...

He was sitting in the lot of a closed gas station reading a paper and 
probably waiting for some poor fool to blow through this sleeping college 
town, unaware of the lowered speed limit here in the business district... he 
was an older African-American guy with the sort of salt-and-pepper Larry Fine 
hairdo and mustache... 

Mike pulled up across from him, rolled down the window, and simply asked 
"Excuse me... do you know where (whatever) Street is?"

He looked at Mike and I over the top of his glasses...

"Yes."

We sat there staring at each other for awhile...

What... had this guy seen too many Blake Edwards films? You know... 'The Pink 
Panther'? Peter Sellers stops a guy on the street and asks "Do you know the 
way to the Concord Hotel?"... the guy answers "Yes" and keeps walking?

OK Barney Fife... you got your goof in... 

"Could you tell us how to get there?" Mike elaborated.

In retrospect I guess I can understand this guy looking us over a bit... two 
long-hairs, lookin' pretty raggedy... a bit red in the eye... but at the time 
I was a bit pissed followed by an after-thought tinge of paranoia... what can 
I say? Old habits die hard...

He looked down at his paper as if, should he have to move it, like some sort 
of periodical Risk board all the words would jumble and he wouldn't be able 
to remember how many ballgame score armies were in Brazil... 

With a heavy sigh he put the paper aside and proceeded to give us two sets of 
directions, "one being a little more direct"...

... directions we managed to mess up with the first TURN, my theory being 
that we combined the two sets...

The cop chased after us and told us with a 'You're Sorry Asses' look to "just 
follow him to the hotel"... 

So we got a police escort to the hotel and... again I can't make this stuff 
up... at 50mph in a 25mph zone, y'all... it was TOO funny... Hazdra and I 
joked about the guy getting us there and saying "There's your hotel, and 
here's your ticket for 25 over... Have A Good Evening!"

At least we were HERE... greeted by a note from Scott...

"Dear Boys - Due to the hotel being overbooked we are all at the (different 
from THIS one) hotel... there are two rooms for you, here's the number where 
the rest of us are... blah blah blah..."

Who cared at that point... it was not quite half after 4am and we just wanted 
some sleep...

The next afternoon we left for the gig, having slept all day...

... we got lost on the way to the venue as well. Coincidence? Nope. This was 
riding with Hazdra behind the wheel...

Trax is a great sounding venue, and last time we were here the place treated 
us wonderfully... I'd like to report that they're now two for two in this 
department!

After a fairly painless sound check I ate my dinner (now quite cold) that 
Beau had been good enough to set aside for me and we sat for a quick radio 
interview which was being taped for future broadcast along with tapes of the 
show... Scott had a good time pushing me to be a wise-ass and we gave this 
poor guy Dean fifteen minutes of mostly tongue-in-cheek answers to his 
questions...

... I believe I capped the interview with asking Dean's non-present co-host 
if "...Dean wears frilly little outfits like (he had on) tonight while on the 
air?"

Yeah... witty, ain't I?

There was a great crowd assembled when the band went on, and 7/7/87 from the 
Civic Center in Roanoke, VA. had been requested by someone in the audience 
via our website so away we go...

"Walkin' Blues" was smokin' with solos all around, "Brother Esau" felt slow 
and swampy unlike the last one I recall which was more up-tempo, "Push Comes 
To Shove" is one of my more favorite Jerry-Fluff songs... sort of a guilty 
pleasure and nice also because it doesn't get played much, and a really hot 
"Birdsong" which got quite out there before settling back on the stage...

As for the second set, "Looks Like Rain" and "Morning Dew" stopped me cold in 
my tracks, two songs where I let go and became strictly a fan for a few 
minutes again... "Gimme Some Lovin'" was fun, with Hazdra and Scott chasing 
each other lyrically around the stage... overall, an excellent kick-off to the 
tour I'd say...

"Hey Pocky Way" was the Filler for the night with a nice long jam before it 
was time to go... everybody out...

Thanks BIG TIME to Dave and Sky for making our night all the easier!!!

That's about it for now... sorry there isn't more to amuse here, but it's 3am 
and we have another good five hour haul to Philly tomorrow... 

... hope there's something good on the radio...