As the races wound down we ventured over to "Pit Area." Which was pretty much an old shack/garage. We proceeded to set up our PA gear to get ready for an evening of music. The first band took the stage, unfortunately I didn't catch their name. I would love to plug them and their interesting brand of rock, but for some reason I never did hear their name. Following them was a great band hailing out of Camano Island called The Huckahoys. They played as dusk fell to night and their music broke through the silence of the surrounding farmland.
The crowd was definitely getting rowdier and drunker as we took the stage... or shack... We got set up and started in. Suddenly a pit formed and all that could be seen was a cloud of dust. The ground was completely dry and with all the folk dancing all the dirt suddenly became airborne. It was difficult to see much more than a few feet out of the shack. What I did notice was an above average number of folks hitting the ground pretty hard. I do not envy those people this morning, I'm sure they are pretty sore. We ran through our set with a few technical glitches. 2 broken strings; one of Wes' and one of mine. A kick drum, that was held in place by 2 car batteries set in front of it and yet still kept sliding all over the place do to the slick concrete floor. And a tuner that, for some reason, wasn't wanting to tune to well. Other than that we persevered and rocked the crowd of Stanwood. We were initially going to play a 10 song set. We finished up with Taking My Anger Back and the rowdy group called out for more so we tacked on Long Haul and South Of Sane. A great crowd and ton of fun to play!
As we finished and started packing up an older fellow showed up and started yelling at us for taking down our PA so we could head home. Apparently he wanted to do some sort of drunken blues jam into the night. We had no idea. But none the less he was angry at us. He wasn't afraid to let his true feelings show as he proclaimed across the camp ground to me "I have been disrespected by better than you." and my response was "It probably won't be the last time." which he replied, "GO SUCK AN EGG!" Never have I been so hurt... I think... I don't really know what term even means. I told Lee of the confrontation and he said that he liked eggs. So sucking one wasn't such a bad proposition, especially if fried. So maybe he was offering to make me breakfast. I just don't know... He was later asked to leave by the owner of the Slimedog property so I may never know.
Just another adventure into the epic saga of White City Graves!
adam
WCG
