Davey G's Diary
by Davey G.
Here's a flyer for Dana's birthday show, which I haven't written about here, but was fairly awesome.
9-10-05. Whole Gallery on Franklin Street
A show of 6 photographers, and there were djs and a beat boxer. I got up and had to fiddle with equipment and ultimately believe the sound might have been sub par, but that?s what happens when I have to do it myself, or depend upon a stranger. I dedicated grandma to my dead grandma, then did Wash the Dish and Return of Davey G, Bed, then forgot Sandwich. Milwaukee, and so on. I think I lost the audience toward the middle, except for my core crowd. I tried to just go ahead and not let that bother me, and I think for the most part it worked. I had bright spots (STDs) and then got people back for the lotion bit. Ended with Man-friend and Breaking the law. About 50 or 60 people maybe, not all of whom were paying attention, or at least not up for the music. That's the way it is, and sometimes I just have to roll with it and just do the best I can. It's sort of a warm-up for the next two.
June 4th--Once Twice Sound, Baltimore
With Scott Alexander and Will West from Brat.
I was pretty much able to control this show from conception to completion, and Jason, the owner of the store, was a super nice guy throughout. All the promotion and telling everyone I knew to come made me appreciate the sheer ass-busting nature of the animal. Ultimately I had about 25 people there, a decent crowd for the space.
Scott started off when there were only 6 people there, and as he started playing, others arrived. His songs have a very odd structure, pretty unpredictable, and not for everyone, but it worked.
Will did 8 songs on an acoustic guitar, very simple and sweet songs, some with a little country tinge to them. The crowd seemed to like him.
My set had 16 songs, with about 6 new ones--Wash the Dish, Return of Davey G., Lost on the Way to the Zoo, Name in the Machine, And they're Off!, and Hi-Five. I had the lyrics on a stand in front of me--it made me realize that I need to work on things like memorization and getting my sound quality up. People seemed to like the songs, though I felt my playing and show was kind of off. I rated it 5 out of a scale of 1 to 10. Maybe a 6. But for the most part, a good show. I drank Bohs and was driven to Dougherty's, then Mount Royal Tavern, then home to sleep in my Bed, Bed, Bed...
March 29, Talking Head, Baltimore: The Gong Show
I bought a 275 dollar amp and keyboard stand on Monday for the Gong Show on Tuesday (and for future Davey G and the Keyboard shows.) I practiced four songs.
The show starts, everybody gets gonged some Van halen band, some prog rock band, a solo guitar guy named Scott who we made friends with some acoustic guitar girl. And then I went on?
I played Bed, got all the way through it, and then played Crack. And got all the way through it. And I was done the first person of the night to not get gonged. The celebrity guest panel gave my 12 stars.
Basically, the panel and crowd was gong-happy, and I think it helped that my position was sixth.
More acts, a first time comedian (whom I encouraged to play open mics as much as possible) more bands, and out of 12 acts, I and one other do not get gonged. 250 bucks on the line. I win the gong show. Woo Hoo!
March 19th, The Nine Iron, Oliver Street.
The Davezine Release party. With Drug Mule, The Beatmachine, and Brat.
Wow. The return. I hadn't done a show in three years and this one, I came back with a bang. Here?s what I wrote in my journal:
11:20, Drug Mule starts a 20 minute free form noise jam, as I wait for a crowd to form. Troy works the door with Marvin, people show. Golden West kids, Dougherty?s people, random others, and we take in about 48 paid people.
The Beat Machine plays next, and he does well. When Doug finishes I go to set up, which basically just involves jerry-rigging a mic stand and plugging in to Doug?s equipment. By now I?ve had enough beer to be very relaxed, yet still focused, just the right combination for a performance.
I do Drinking beer at grandmas house, sandwich, bed, Milwaukee, and pretty much everything off of Have you Experienced the Experience? and the crowd of old school fans from the Golden West, Brat, and close friends are screaming at the top of their lungs. It is really surreal for me. I'm joined at every chorus of every song as drunken people know my lyrics better than I do.
I finally get to the Lotion bit, then end with Man Friend.
Brat sets up and plays a fucking mind-blowingly good set, and I am glad I had them go on last so that I can enjoy them. I drink more beer, and lose my hat shirt, keyboard, CDs, and am too drunk to figure out where shit is.
The music is done by 2 am, and sometime after that I freak about the loss of my keyboard, thinking some freakish obsessed person stole it and was holding it for ransom.
It?s important to realize that alcohol had a great role in this paranoia and stupidity. The party wound down, I found my keyboard and CDs in the car (put there in a moment of DNA-ingrained responsibility that somehow cut through the haze of my drunkenness hours earlier.) I found my clothes, which Cory had so nicely washed and dried. Later I passed out on the couch.
I woke up and then went to sleep on the floor, on top of an oversized teddy Bear, freezing my ass off and too drunk to come up with any rational solutions for this problem.
Ultimately, I broke even at the door, and everyone had a good time.
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