Tour: Day FOUR: Portland (1st TIME)
Two of us drove from Seattle with Brandon from You May Die. The rest drove in the van. Finally, the Pacific Northwest looked like the Pacific Northwest. Rain and cold and greenery and woods mixed with the industry of ports and cities booming from computers and hype.
The drive was pretty quick. Those of us in the car with Brandon shot the shit about being in a band, past bands, records we loved, and Rancid. It seems "...and out came the wolves" was a big record for kids in DC and Seattle.
We arrived in Portland early in the evening and then played the waiting game. Jamie and Sam found a terrible burrito spot. Paul looked for a vintage music instrument warehouse. We all waited in front of our new venue Rotture. The show was supposed to be at an all-ages venue called Food Hole, but a last minute change took us to a new 21 plus venue that looked like DUMBO in NYC. Nothing about the front of the venue looked like a venue. The only signs that confirmed to us we were in the right place was the number on the door and the lonely red bulb above the door.
It was cold and dark and abandoned. After two hours of waiting someone from the venue showed up and let us in. Looks can be deceiving. The venue was probably the nicest space we have played. It looked like an old speak easy. We were pleased.
The night went well overall. We played first. The 10 people there seemed like they were there to eat and smoke and drink, but once we started playing they were an attentive group. We could see the guys in You May Die while we were playing because the place was so empty, which was nice because they were into it and singing along. The first person I have ever looked at while singing and seen singing my lyrics back to me.
You May Die played another nice set. The sound was pretty amazing at Rotture. I sat in the back and ate spaghetti during their set and was pleasantly surprised by how crisp the sound was. They raged as if the place was full, which is always a good sign.
They were followed by Artesia from Portland. They had played a bunch with our friends From Monument to Masses. Nice dudes. Had a sound similar to Explosions in the Sky, but quieter and with vocals at points.
Mark and I met their booked Goldie, who was awesome, enthusiastic, and full of good ideas about how to come back to Portland and where to play.
The night ended later than expected.
Paul had been up to Portland with SWIMS before and his boy Chris, who had hosted the show SWIMS had played, hooked us up with a place to stay in his basement with his big old St. Bernard.
We slept with big plans in our head for the next day. Laundry and Borat.
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