Three more shows booked on our grand tour. One in Fort Collins and two in Denver. When we pulled in we were greeted by the lion that is early March and we never got any of that sweet lamb. Fort Collins could be a book in and of itself but in a nutshell, a bunch of our college friends live there now. They all work at a bar there together and it’s pretty much like college all over again only Fort Collins is just a titch nicer, i.e. the mountains…oh the mountains. We spent the day in Fort Collins, checking out the town. There are a few cool things worth noting:
Disney Land’s Main St is modeled after Fort Collins’ Main Street.
There is a movie theater that plays classic Saturday morning cartoons and serves unlimited cereal out of dispensers.
On Main St is the largest and weirdest second-hand store I’ve ever been to.
New Belgium is a brewery that buys their staff bikes after five years of employment.
Becca ended up getting a tattoo and we watched her get poked with needles until I got queasy and left to buy ginger products to settle my tumultuous innards.
Our show that night was at Astoria, a high ceilinged, chandeliered place that was way nicer than anything we’re used to. The owner gave us a $100 tab and treated us and our comrades like queens. We played our set as well as some of our old songs from previous bands and a handful of never before attempted covers. That night stayed out way too late and I drifted in and out of sleep on an air mattress with a large black dog while the movie Francis Ha played in the background.
The rest of our time in was spent in Denver. While Becca visited her sister with Sandy, my brother and sister-in-law took me out for beers and we spent the night shooting the shoot. I did a lot of solo wandering around the 16th Street Mall and got BOO’d at for wearing a hand-me-down Rangers shirt on the day of a Colorado Rockies baseball game. The day flew by and I didn’t meet up with the gang until showtime at 7th Circle Music Collective. 7th Circle is an awesome punk house that’s basically just an old garage with a huge backyard that’s covered with graffiti. We played with this gem: https://wildthrone.bandcamp.com/ Here we are on the 7th Circle flier:
The next night was the Lion’s Lair show. Wedged in between two medical marijuana shops, the bar brought in a lot of local folk. People kept warning us about getting mugged around the shops because the shops can only accept cash, thus people carry a lot of money at a time on their person. Luckily, we experienced no such thievery and the night was a success, in terms of the amazingly eclectic, amazingly drunk crowd we attracted that night. The band that helped us set up the show and headlined the night were cool: https://theedangdangs.bandcamp.com/
By the end, I was exhausted and finally willing to accept the inevitable crash that was creeping in throughout the trip. Somehow we pushed ourselves to the next level and ended up at an all-night diner for our last celebration meal before heading back to Rochester. We just played fourteen shows in a row and life was good. To round it all out, Becca’s sister led us in a group guided meditation and I think I imagined I was a dog for a second. When it was all over, I felt different and to me, that’s a form of accomplishment. It was officially time to hit the dusty trail.