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You may be wondering why Tennessee is in parentheses and asterisked at the start of this blog. It’s because Tennessee didn’t happen. We showed up as scheduled and the place was locked down. No lights. No people. No nothing. We instantly realized that our plans for the night were not going to work out when, from inside the venue, a small man, looking like he had just been woken up, emerged, bewildered as to why we were on his door step. We told him who we were, stated our business and asked him where to load in.
He shut the door on us and went back inside, re-emerged moments later and told us that our show had been moved back a day to Thursday. Thanks for telling us.
You’re now on the same shit-list as Ohio, Tennessee.
We called around to plenty of venues in Nashville, etc. hoping to be able to fill in somewhere as a last minute replacement but to no avail. We were out of luck, out of patience and decided the only thing to do was move on to GA through the night.
And that we did … next stop Athens!
So, we departed as broken-hearted young men just looking for a venue to vent our musical frustrations. Ahead of us: a long overnight haul straight to Georgia. Tennessee had grown stale quickly and the setting sun left us no light to tighten up our ever improving spirals (We played more football on tour than ever before in our lives.)
We rolled into a just-awakening Athens, GA at the wee hours of the morning and wanted nothing more than to correctly park the Rubik’s cube on wheels that was our trailer. After dealing with the misty morning, finding an appropriate landing for the truck, and tricking the hotel clerk into believing the five of us are only two,(huge savings on hotels the whole trip, really) we made way for the room at everybody’s favorite travel lodging: Howard Johnson’s.
Falling asleep would have been as simple as laying anywhere in the room, but first we had to take care of something. That something was a spider. Not just any spider. This spider was an absolute freak of nature. It was roughly the size of a human nose, dodged our attempts of snuffing it like a pro running back evading defenders and then vanished. Let’s try to sleep now.
Somehow we all awoke from our brief-yet-beautiful slumber and it was time to take care of business. First stop was Chick-Fil-A for some more sweet tea and chicken sandwiches for our gullets. Being on the undying quest for the perfect sweet tea was tough up until we hit Georgia. That stuff is on demand no matter where you find yourself in The Peach State.
Next, Await Rescue became a bona fide business. Finding out that a check for $1,000 made out to “Await Rescue” cannot be cashed by any single member of the band really made it hard to eat, sleep indoors, drink sweet tea and drive. After some verbal assaults and much frustration, Matt solved the problem. The band had to become an Sole Proprietorship in order to establish an account to cash the check. Now that we are a thousand dollars richer, let’s get to Athens.
(Side note: Feel free to refer to Await Rescue from now on as “Morse’s Await Rescue” …it’s our legal name. A Sole Proprietorship has to include the name of the person running the business.)
We casually crept into the lovely college town that is Athens, GA and got on the prowl for Arch Bar. By this time in the day it was still very early, but Await Rescue had already suffered several broken necks delivered by the beautiful southern bells that call Athens home. It could’ve been worse. We could have been in Ohio still.
Our friend, owner of Arch and overall motorcycle badass, Chris, let us in Arch to unload and see what we are dealing with. If you are from the Athens area I would highly suggest going to Arch’s events or just going in general. If you don’t find the love of your life within 3 minutes, then you probably are incapable of loving and need to buy several cats as soon as possible.
You may be wondering why Tennessee is in parentheses and asterisked at the start of this blog. It’s because Tennessee didn’t happen. We showed up as scheduled and the place was locked down. No lights. No people. No nothing. We instantly realized that our plans for the night were not going to work out when, from inside the venue, a small man, looking like he had just been woken up, emerged, bewildered as to why we were on his door step. We told him who we were, stated our business and asked him where to load in.
He shut the door on us and went back inside, re-emerged moments later and told us that our show had been moved back a day to Thursday. Thanks for telling us.
You’re now on the same shit-list as Ohio, Tennessee.
We called around to plenty of venues in Nashville, etc. hoping to be able to fill in somewhere as a last minute replacement but to no avail. We were out of luck, out of patience and decided the only thing to do was move on to GA through the night.
And that we did … next stop Athens!
So, we departed as broken-hearted young men just looking for a venue to vent our musical frustrations. Ahead of us: a long overnight haul straight to Georgia. Tennessee had grown stale quickly and the setting sun left us no light to tighten up our ever improving spirals (We played more football on tour than ever before in our lives.)
We rolled into a just-awakening Athens, GA at the wee hours of the morning and wanted nothing more than to correctly park the Rubik’s cube on wheels that was our trailer. After dealing with the misty morning, finding an appropriate landing for the truck, and tricking the hotel clerk into believing the five of us are only two,(huge savings on hotels the whole trip, really) we made way for the room at everybody’s favorite travel lodging: Howard Johnson’s.
Falling asleep would have been as simple as laying anywhere in the room, but first we had to take care of something. That something was a spider. Not just any spider. This spider was an absolute freak of nature. It was roughly the size of a human nose, dodged our attempts of snuffing it like a pro running back evading defenders and then vanished. Let’s try to sleep now.
Somehow we all awoke from our brief-yet-beautiful slumber and it was time to take care of business. First stop was Chick-Fil-A for some more sweet tea and chicken sandwiches for our gullets. Being on the undying quest for the perfect sweet tea was tough up until we hit Georgia. That stuff is on demand no matter where you find yourself in The Peach State.
Next, Await Rescue became a bona fide business. Finding out that a check for $1,000 made out to “Await Rescue” cannot be cashed by any single member of the band really made it hard to eat, sleep indoors, drink sweet tea and drive. After some verbal assaults and much frustration, Matt solved the problem. The band had to become an Sole Proprietorship in order to establish an account to cash the check. Now that we are a thousand dollars richer, let’s get to Athens.
(Side note: Feel free to refer to Await Rescue from now on as “Morse’s Await Rescue” …it’s our legal name. A Sole Proprietorship has to include the name of the person running the business.)
We casually crept into the lovely college town that is Athens, GA and got on the prowl for Arch Bar. By this time in the day it was still very early, but Await Rescue had already suffered several broken necks delivered by the beautiful southern bells that call Athens home. It could’ve been worse. We could have been in Ohio still.
Our friend, owner of Arch and overall motorcycle badass, Chris, let us in Arch to unload and see what we are dealing with. If you are from the Athens area I would highly suggest going to Arch’s events or just going in general. If you don’t find the love of your life within 3 minutes, then you probably are incapable of loving and need to buy several cats as soon as possible.
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