Eric's Show Journal - posted on August 15, 1999 by

Show Journal 1999-08-15

Day 9 – We thought the show was at 2 and left early but found it was at 7. So we had 5 hours to kill in Dallas. We had already done the JFK thing and it was really hot out, so we decided to go see the Blair Witch Project. Afterwards we splurged and got some big ol’ steaks. After that we decided to go to the club. The address we had for the club was 30 minutes out of the Dallas city limits. Didn’t seem weird until we got there and it was a house. It turns out the address we had was for the booking guy’s house. Oops. After some frantic phone calls we went back downtown and found the real club. We get there only to find that the headlining band cancelled and the booking guy “didn’t know we were coming.” We should have gone back to his house and played on his lawn. Stupid jerk. I still am in amazement that people who book shows are often not responsible enough to remember when a band from half way across the country is coming. Most booking people are great and then there are the rotten few that seemingly go out of their way to fuck you over. Our next show is almost 1000 miles away and we get another night with no gas money. What really pisses we off is that we wasted an entire day basically just waiting until the show, when we could have gotten a head start on the drive to our next show. Hell we could have stayed with Sam some more, but no, we get to spend the day tooling around Dallas. Anyway, some guy at the club (who actually lived there) did his best to help out and recommended some other clubs down the road we could try and play at. So we headed up the road looking for a show. At one of the clubs we ran into Geraldine, a band from Ohio, who also had a show in Dallas which got cancelled. They were in the exact same predicament we were in, but it was a different club. We decided this was a sign from above, so we immediately stopped looking for shows and left towards the great south west. Along the way we stopped at a cricket infested truck stop and I re-discovered the joys of beef jerky. We slept in a truck stop somewhere in the Texas panhandle.