Hello friends, Rob here.
I was going to talk about what we’ve been up to for the last few days.
I was going to talk about our five-days’ notice show on a Wednesday night in Baton Rouge. I was going to talk about all of the friends that came to see us even though we had been there four nights prior. I was going to talk about the guy at the venue who must have been an employee coming to hang out on his night off, because nobody threw him out on his ass when he vomited into his own clasped hands and then just stood there and tried to play it off.
Then, I was going to talk about Shreveport. Highlights would have included bitter cold and wonderful people. It was freezing at Fatty Arbuckle’s. When we got to the venue to load in, the bar was completely empty. I was going to tell you that we were actually worried for a second there. Then, in our darkest hour, I was going to use some colorful analogy to describe our beloved Shreveport friends striking the scene like lightning and leaving behind a scorch mark in the shape of a bald eagle. We really didn’t expect anyone to brave the cold for a late-night show on a Thursday, but sure enough, you would have been able to read about how we continue to be the luckiest band in the world.
I was going to find a way to segue seamlessly into a brief and technical sermon on the finer points of tour routing, and how Shreveport to St. Louis is a risky move, especially when the second bar supposedly wants you at 7:30 PM and the first bar wants you until 3:30 AM and you need to drive eleven hours to get from the one to the other, and theoretically you’re sneaking in more than two hours’ sleep at some point. You were going to do the math, and it wasn’t going to add up.
Here would have been a (hopefully) comical non-sequitur about losing money at a blackjack table.
At this point in the telling, we would have been at Broadway Oyster Bar in St. Louis, which was a great story. I wish I had time for it. The bar’s owner, a lover of all things New Orleans, said he was going for a “half Jacques-Imo’s, half Maple Leaf” vibe. I was going to talk about the heavily decorated walls, perfectly intimate rooms, and unexpectedly large and enthusiastic crowd.
See, I was going to have a nice little update here, filled with information and anecdotes. But unfortunately, I have to devote all of my word-space to bragging because I GOT TO SIT IN WITH THE MOTHER FREAKING REBIRTH BRASS BAND FOR THE ENTIRETY OF THEIR SECOND SET IN CHICAGO AND IT WAS SO AWESOME AND THEN TODAY WE WENT TO PIZZA AND WE GOT TO MEET RICK NIELSEN OF CHEAP TRICK
So this entry is actually just a bunch of words about how awesome we are. Sorry.
Driving day tomorrow, then we make our long-long-long-overdue return to Lexington, Kentucky, then we spend the rest of the week in Ohio. I love Ohio.
I also love you. Happy Valentine’s Day!
PS If you ever find yourself in Chicago skip the deep dish and go to Piece instead.
February 9th, 2011
Hello friends, Rob here.
It was another eventful week, marked by all manners of silliness and musicpersonship. We had an excellent time in Baton Rouge on Saturday, and played an incredibly well-stocked Super Bowl party on Sunday hosted by our friends Pat & Tara in Pensacola. Many fun times.
Today sort of marks the beginning of our February tour. We’re playing in Baton Rouge tonight, and maybe coming back tonight, but then tomorrow it launches for real with another epic quest to Shreveport. I know I’ve been saying this a lot lately, but do consider checking our website to see if we’ll be headed towards your township, province, or municipal area.
Today, we’re also doing something a little different, which is exciting I guess! No I think we’re all a little honored and humbled (isn’t it weird that those two go together?) to have been chosen to perform for Irvin Mayfield’s “Music Inside Out” class at the University of New Orleans. Basically, we get to set up in a university lecture hall, rock shit for like twenty minutes, and then talk about how we rock shit, why we rock shit, what’s it’s like rocking shit as hard as we rock shit, and what shit we plan to rock in the future. And then real-live students are going to blog about us! Because they have to! It’s for a grade!
So that’s pretty cool, eh? I’m excited to meet Irvin Mayfield, seeing as he’s such a significant figure in the scene and spirit of music in this city.
Okay, that’s all! Tour begins today, so you know the drill. I’ll be suspending Blog Wednesday temporarily and updating as time and internet connections allow. See you on the road!
February 7th, 2011
We are about to embark on a nice tour through the midwest and back into the southlands for Mardi Gras. Check out the itinerary. More dates are soon to be announced.
In other news, we’ve added a Baton Rouge date for this Wednesday. It’s at the Blind Tiger (formerly Sangria’s and Bear’s) 1072 W. Lee Drive. Hope to see you out!
February 5th, 2011
Zack here. I am writing today to share with you an unreleased demo. Sometime last Spring we were afforded the opportunity to apply to a world music festival in Malaysia. The only catch was they were looking for Zydeco bands from Louisiana. We are not a Zydeco band. The following is our attempt to make a Zydeco song to submit for the application. The result sounds something like John Fogerty on acid singing a children’s song. Needless to say, we were not accepted to the world music festival in Malaysia. The low vocal effect that you hear is Rob playing the role of Alligator. Without further adieu. I present to you: Alligator Bayou.
P.S. Listen to some real Zydeco. Check out Buckwheat Zydeco for starters.
February 4th, 2011
I-10 is extremely dangerous right now, and, as much as The Revivalists hate to miss a performance, we hate dying in car accidents even more. And so it is with reluctance that we have chosen to stay off the roads tonight. We apologize for the inconvenience and urge everyone to make smart, safe choices while the weather is nasty. We’ll be back before you know it.
As of this posting, our concert in Baton Rouge tomorrow night is still happening.