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Saturday, March 19, 2011

Music news The Back Pockets tour log: Pt. 2 (Tues., March 15)

Posted by Jhoni Jackson on Sat, Mar 19, 2011 at 11:40 AM

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Day Two: Someone is anonymously leaving notes on the bus. Facts, rather, and they’re numbered. The first, number 80-something, appeared on the first day. I thought it was a fluke, something left over from the winter tour. But I found another, numbered eight, on my seat yesterday: “It is acceptable in Southern American states to pronounce metaphor like ‘met-a-ferr.’” When I pull it out just now—it’s 11 a.m. and we’re an hour or two into the journey toward Austin—Emily sees it and says she wrote another one about cat piss this morning. There goes the mystery.

We are all generally exhausted, whether it’s from chugging booze at last night’s after party or from an uncomfortable overnight slumber on the bus. We crashed at a house—it was some guy’s birthday—but a few folks slept in the bus bunks. Between an all male cheerleading-style pyramid in a smoky garage and an impromptu concert by a random dude and George, a guy in Wowser Bowser who’s tagged along with us, the festivities easily rivaled the freakiest of Atlanta parties. The people here are welcoming and open-minded, and I fell asleep on someone’s bedroom floor while listening to the living room audience’s cheers.

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The show last night was pretty incredible. They played a practice-storage-space-turned-venue-and-store in Grapevine called Pause Replay Play, or something like that. Lam bought the only good item on the clothing rack, a white Victorian-style blouse with an elegant high collar. He put it on immediately. After Murfreesboro synth-rock act Blastoids opened, a guy wearing a blazer wrapped in Christmas lights offered more synth. Heather, Emily and Lam, in particular, danced wildly throughout both sets. In between songs, they painted faces—the band’s and the crowd’s.

Emily just said, “Last night’s show was perfect.” She’s right. The five-song set went off without a hitch. There were serious fans jumping around to the rowdier songs, and a couple people even crowd-surfed. They opened with a new song that, within the band at least, they call the “Break-Up Song.” It has a minimalistic, sort of creepy start, where Emily’s vocals climb to a loud growl before a fuller sound kicks in. The three theater members (one was George, though) wore black trash bags over their entire bodies, head included, with plastic masks. During planning on the way to the show, George expressed a fear of suffocation. I suggested they wear the masks on the back of the heads so they could breathe easier. They did, and they looked like mannequins from outer space walking backward as they weaved in and out of the crowd. It was far weirder than I expected.

Now we’re nearing Austin. Trevor (theater guy) picked up two light-up tambourines and a water gun at a gas station a short while ago. Emily and Heather are pulling out clothes, trying to figure out which outfits will work best for the long day ahead of them. Mon (theater girl) has mapped out the walking routes to each venue. They’re working on painting faces too. No amount of preparation, though, will promise today’s four-show itinerary—which includes a CNN showcase—will go as smoothly as last night.

We just passed through a toll, and Billy, who’s driving, swears the cashier was flirting with him. “Where’d you get that beard, a department store?” he says in woman’s voice. I forgot he’d shaved everything but his neck at the party last night. I can see the look on the CNN reporters’ faces now…

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OBOY!!! A two parter...god please let there be a third installment of shit......PLEASE!!!!!

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Posted by JAKE1242 on 03/19/2011 at 5:41 PM

Jake1242,

Your rantings have stimulated my brain in imagining a pantless, balding (in an odd manner that looks both clownish and 'US fore-fatherish' all at the same time), impotent man, with a broken electric guitar, no amp, racing streaks in white undies, coffee breathed, clutched fist, screaming "ROCK AND ROLL!!!!" at your flaccid penis in the hopes of eliciting the slightest hint of blood flow.

When this fails you turn to Creative Loafing's comment section.

I love you.



I love you.

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Posted by YourHeart on 03/20/2011 at 2:55 PM

I have a hunch that Jake (if that's even his real name..) is just envious to see a band get big because they worked hard to gain the popularity that they have.

I also have a hunch that Jake only hates on the Back Pockets because he wishes his band was touring (though, his band probably hasn't practiced or played a show in months or years). Jake's band is also probably really shitty, ill-rehearsed and unimaginative..

These hunches come from Jake's lack of explanation as to WHY he hates the Back Pockets so much.. (e.g. their sets are entirely too short.. or it's just stereotypical indie BS..) But no.. he flames just to flame. Take two seconds to take your head out of your ass and see why your band hasn't done shit with itself..

You also probably suck at guitar too... or whatever 10 instruments you claim to "play"

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Posted by mr.big.strings on 03/20/2011 at 5:19 PM

Yea, Jake needs to go.... he really sucks. He must have absolutely no social life to have the time to post as much shit as he does on Crib Notes.

I'm glad to see the Back Pockets doing well.

Screw you, Jake.

P.S. Those comments are spot on, YourHeart. Haha.

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Posted by Rudy Stevens on 03/21/2011 at 12:20 AM

you people are idiots.

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Posted by JAKE1242 on 03/21/2011 at 11:39 AM

you are!

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Posted by Claire Lodge on 03/21/2011 at 12:54 PM
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