Get in the van
Little did we know when we showed up at the Klinic Friday night that we were in for such a time...
When I dropped off posters there earlier in the week the place was just shredded. Walls were missing, paint fumes filled the air, the stage was covered with power tools. Friday didn't look much better. They had some new toys now tho. New lights and a fog machine were the pride of the club. "A maple dance floor with pole is coming!" says the gleeful proprietor. We are not talking about a couple of cans hanging from the ceiling here. We're talking about spinning laser beams and a big bright spot that are directed from the soundboard. The fog was kinda nasty I gotta say. I have no clue what they use for that effect, but with the smokers and the fog, I felt absolutely toxified that night. I think Pam did a great job of describing the "vibe" of the evening, but one detail she neglected was that the best light show of the night had nothing to do with the Klinics new toys, but went on outside the club after the show.
Back in 81 when we got our first band van, one simple joy we got out of the acquisition was that somehow we would now be privy to people having sex in their cars because suddenly we were taller than most vehicles on the road. Don't ask me why this was significant, but let me just say that we were young mens and we spent REALLY long boring hours on the road so even the slightest hint of excitement on tour sent our pea-brains into fantasyland. Well damnit! We never saw anyone getting a hummer on the highway! Never a glimpse of 69 on route 69! Such a simple request and yet we were denied. It seems we were looking in the wrong place the whole time. Yes, people are having sex in their cars, but not on the road. It's in the parking lot after the show.
All the gear is broken down on the stage, the excitement of the set and nic-fits have passed, but the work is not done. Time to load-out. The Klinic has a door backstage that leads right into their small parking lot. There are construction materials and piles of snow everywhere so a tiny path is all there is to get from the door to the van. Parked right on that path is Buick with a young couple having sex. Kat spies this and refuses to go out there. Robin does not care. He has a job to do and no one is going to stop him. The young lady in the car had a job to do too and she ain't gonna quit either! Wierdest damn scene ever. We are walking past this car over and over again with armloads of gear, the guy is thrashing around like he's getting sucked off by freakin shop-vac and the whole time the brake lights on the car and going ballistic on-off-on-off-on. Needless to say we got the van loaded and got outta there asap, but they were still going at it when we left. On-off-on-off-on
Those guys from the Klinic should really look into these two as light operators. Their light show was far superior to the laser/spot combination they just paid thousands for.
When I dropped off posters there earlier in the week the place was just shredded. Walls were missing, paint fumes filled the air, the stage was covered with power tools. Friday didn't look much better. They had some new toys now tho. New lights and a fog machine were the pride of the club. "A maple dance floor with pole is coming!" says the gleeful proprietor. We are not talking about a couple of cans hanging from the ceiling here. We're talking about spinning laser beams and a big bright spot that are directed from the soundboard. The fog was kinda nasty I gotta say. I have no clue what they use for that effect, but with the smokers and the fog, I felt absolutely toxified that night. I think Pam did a great job of describing the "vibe" of the evening, but one detail she neglected was that the best light show of the night had nothing to do with the Klinics new toys, but went on outside the club after the show.
Back in 81 when we got our first band van, one simple joy we got out of the acquisition was that somehow we would now be privy to people having sex in their cars because suddenly we were taller than most vehicles on the road. Don't ask me why this was significant, but let me just say that we were young mens and we spent REALLY long boring hours on the road so even the slightest hint of excitement on tour sent our pea-brains into fantasyland. Well damnit! We never saw anyone getting a hummer on the highway! Never a glimpse of 69 on route 69! Such a simple request and yet we were denied. It seems we were looking in the wrong place the whole time. Yes, people are having sex in their cars, but not on the road. It's in the parking lot after the show.
All the gear is broken down on the stage, the excitement of the set and nic-fits have passed, but the work is not done. Time to load-out. The Klinic has a door backstage that leads right into their small parking lot. There are construction materials and piles of snow everywhere so a tiny path is all there is to get from the door to the van. Parked right on that path is Buick with a young couple having sex. Kat spies this and refuses to go out there. Robin does not care. He has a job to do and no one is going to stop him. The young lady in the car had a job to do too and she ain't gonna quit either! Wierdest damn scene ever. We are walking past this car over and over again with armloads of gear, the guy is thrashing around like he's getting sucked off by freakin shop-vac and the whole time the brake lights on the car and going ballistic on-off-on-off-on. Needless to say we got the van loaded and got outta there asap, but they were still going at it when we left. On-off-on-off-on
Those guys from the Klinic should really look into these two as light operators. Their light show was far superior to the laser/spot combination they just paid thousands for.
posted by Robin at 2:02 PM
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Uhmmm...I "neglected" that "detail" because you guys kindly excused me from load out so I could go get a drink (which I desperately needed at the time, thanks again).
Ha! Shop vac!!!!
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