Georgetown vs. Maslow

By howzr on Mar 13, 2008 3:52 pm

It was Georgetown vs Maslow, final bout. We just returned from a mini tour down the mid-Atlantic states, hitting Jersey, Phili, DC, etc. It was a great time and too bad we had to return to the reality of honking horns and angry Arabs. There's too much to tell but let me recap:

Thursday night, we drove down to Asbury Park and rock out. Met some cool people and had some tasty drinks. The night's promoter, Jacko, was quick a character. Picture Hemingway, Gandalf and Iggy Pop in the same body, and you'd be pretty close.

After the show, we did a b-line straight down the sin city of the East Coast, Atlantic City. We rolled-in around 2:30am, checked-in, played some serious blackjack and craps until dawn. Crashed, shit, showered, didn't shave, and then we were on the road again heading for DC.

That night, we played Grog & Tankard in the Georgetown area. Good show, but a pretty quiet scene. After bashing on some loud tunes, we were itch'n for something to do and cruised down Wisconsin A ve. We ducked into the only place open at 1am on a Friday: Townhall. The 20s/30s-something crowd, looking like they were dressed by their mothers from the glossy pages of a Ralph Lauren catalog, did a collective double-take as we breezed through the door: four ghouls dressed in tattered jeans, long hair, Doc Martin boots.

Like a posse of Western gunslingers, we paid them no mind and moseyed up to the bar for a round of scotch. Before long, several bored and very intoxicated ladies escaped whatever political debate they were cornered into and came over for a good time. Oh yeah, we crashed the Young Republican party and stole their dates! The girls were dancing, screaming, and we even got one to do a back-flip in her Martha Stewart dress.

Oh, but the cast of Crossfire was not going to have that, and did the only things Republicans know how to do: ruin the hippie's fun. One-by-one our new girlfriends were snatched away from us by J Crew types mumbling "get away from them" or "what?!? you're with the BAND now???" (my favorite). But no fisticuffs ensued. And besides, we didn't want their girlfriend's, we wanted their DAUGHTERS! So, we had a blast shattering their perfect little world -exactly what rock n roll is all about!

The next day, our Phili gig had fallen through so we made some calls to get ourselves on some last-minute show. No luck at first, so we did the only thing we could do: visit the Lincoln Memorial for inspiration and guidance, just like they do in the movies. Ah, 4 score and 7 minutes later, Honest Abe doth deliver! A cancellation put yours truly on the bill with Alex Skolnick (of Testamant fame).

We drove up to Phili for a great set. It was a blast meeting Alex and we were all blown away by his guitar skillz and his jazz/fusion trio. The band, Flux Capacitor, followed and had some cute groupies which we made a good pass at (Beth, call me ;). Several shots later inspired us to run the steps of the Art museum. That worked up an appetite for a cheese steak like only they make in Phili.

Next day, we checked out Phili's St Patty's day parade. Compared to NYC, "shit's WEAK." So, we'll save our Irish luv for the city that all drunks call home, New York. See you on the bad side...