If you ever see me agree to tour the mid-west in the middle of winter again, bash me in the skull with a tire iron. Summer? Sure. Fall, Spring? I'm in. Winter? No way in H-E-double-hockey-sticks. I am no stranger to the cold, spending a good chunk of my life living above the snow line of Mt. Hood, but the combination of temperatures in the teens and wind coming off the Great Lakes is unbearable. They say it's not like that all the time, in fact, the rumor was that the weather had been nice around Michigan until, from what I got, our van crossed the border.
It was snowing sideways when we woke up which is the tour equivalent of waking up to a punch in the ball bag. The next seven hours was spent white knuckling the steering wheel and a whole lot of this:
As a rule I try to never say anything bad about a show, 'cause the worst show is still ten times better than working a real job. That being said, Detroit was a tough crowd to win over. Look at this crowd shot:
Yeah, that's from the stage. There was a fifteen foot gap between the band and the audience. Just empty floor space. It was like there was an invisible mosh pit going on. Oh man, Invisible Mosh Pit, that's going to be the name of my new 80's thrash band. Maybe we can open for my friend Bobcat's imaginary glam rock band called Fist Magnet. That would rule...
A big “Eff yeah!” goes out to the handful of people who did show up to see Red Fang, you guys rock.
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