Up In Smoke, only without Cheech and Chong…
Posted in Post-Show on November 17th, 2009 by adminWell, we finally played the Westheimer Block Party; sort of…
Scheduled to play inside at Number’s, a venue that has hosted Foo Fighters, Melvins, Sonic Youth, Oasis, Helmet, to name a few, we were excited as hell to play this show. Lady Luck, however, had other plans.
Here is my personal account/experience on the show; aka The Day the Musician Cried (Thoughts of a Musician in Turmoil):
“Right on, let’s rock!” (watching the band before us, having a beer, ready to play). Shows about to start, “What the…?” (all stage-lights go out; we play our first song, Sinker, in darkness). “Cool, let’s rock!” (the lights come back on mid-way through our second song).
Third song, all is well; yes! Fourth song, Half Hopeless, begins, “Huh…?” (my guitar starts to sound weird; somethings not right, but we’ve got to keep rockin’). A few seconds later… “Ummm…shit!” (my guitar cuts out; completely. I jiggle cable connections, etc.; nothing). “FUUUUCK!!! GOD DAMN IT!!!” (I turn and look at my amp and see a big puff of smoke come up from it; not… good… Ricky actually thought that I set off a smoke machine.). FFW is now a three-piece band, and sounding pretty good I must say.
“Please? Please? Please?” This is me running around backstage, begging for an amplifier… no luck… “I could kiss you!” Geoff (I think is his name) from Journey Agents, the band before us, comes up to me with an amp in his hands! I owe that man some beers! He saved my ass.
“I’m back bitches! Time to slay!!!” I come back in playing on the next song, just in time for my solo; whew! “Ah shit, we’re done… Before I know it, our time is up and we’re done. “Son of a bitch… I need a beer…”
- JH
p.s.- I would like to thank Geoff, again, for saving my ass, Strongbow for comforting my ass, and my band for kicking ass by being bro-fessional. Cheers.


