Hello, friends! Rob here,
You know all those stories about bands on the way up who live in vans and out of suitcases and toil and struggle and it’s just miserable for years and years? Well, sometimes it’s like that for your friends in The Revivalists as well, but not this week:
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for yet another thrilling installment of “The Revivalists Present: Seriously Guys, How Do We Get to Keep Staying at Such Amazing Places When We’re on the Road?” This week’s episode brings us to lovely Miami Beach, Florida, where we are recuperating after a grueling weekend stand at The Green Parrot in Key West. Friday we’ll be playing at The Stage here in Miami, but we have nothing to do until then and it would be neither fiscally nor environmentally responsible to drive all the way home from Key West just to come all the way back down a few days later. Fortunately, our lovely and hospitable friend Anne has access to a palatial tenth-floor condominium about 200 yards (and ten floors) away from the untamed blue eternity that is the Atlantic Ocean.
So we packed swim trunks and made it a vacation.
But let’s back it up a few days. When we last left off, The Revivalists had just arrived in… Key West? More like “Key BEST!” HA HA FUNNY! That is an example of a thing that I probably thought to myself several times over the course of the previous weekend, but I can’t say for sure because I was too busy having fun to keep track. Key West boasts some of the kindest and most appreciative friends this world will ever know. Every time we visit it just gets better and better, and some of the sets from last weekend were among the sweatiest in our history (sweatiness, by the way, is an almost universally-acknowledged barometer of band and crowd energy during a performance).
If the time onstage in Key West is fantastic, then the time offstage in Key West is, well, also fantastic. George and I bartered merchandise for some fly haircuts (Scotty at The Bobby Shop is the best in the world!), Dave and Zack rode a mechanical bull, my girlfriend and her parents came down for the weekend and I managed not to embarrass myself too spectacularly despite the near-endless flow of root beer barrels (a dangerously palatable specialty shot at the ‘Parrot), plus it was Hemingway Weekend and there were Ernest Hemingway look-alikes everywhere. Sometimes it’s not too bad having to spend all weekend at the office. As with every Key West excursion, a big shout out to all the guys named “Dave,” especially the birthday marine, Mr. David Glassman. Keep it real, Daves.
Alright, that’s it for today. Not much on the show front this week, just looking forward to Friday night at The Stage. We checked it out last time we were in town and it’s a great-sounding venue with a lot of character, but like actually it has character, instead of how sometimes you say a place “has character” because it’s a more positive way to say that the bathrooms there are disgusting. As per tradition, I’ll leave you with a friendly reminder that the world will be ending on December 21st, 2012 (148 days from the date of this posting) according to anyone who believes that man-made calendars determine the mechanics of the solar system, and not the other way around. Toodles!