We recently played a show at this
club called The Boston in Las Vegas with a pretty cool Vegas band
called Left Standing. We were supposed to be playing with L7 as well
but they cancelled the day before (lazy bitches).
Regardless, we played and rocked and
had a great time. Vegas has a surprisingly cool music scene. Upon
first impressions, the people and the vibe and the club all reminded
me somewhat of Omaha. We were well accepted by Vegas' music community
and were asked to play the club again that very night.
The drive there was painfully long.
Normally, it is supposed to be a 5 hour drive at most and for us (who
missed our turn-off to I-15) it took 8 hours. We almost ran out of
gas and had to turn back in the middle of the desert. So desolate
it's evil. Towns (if you could call them that) we drove through looked
like former nuclear test sites and there was nothing but dirt forever.
A note to all travelers: never, ever
take Highway 95 north from Blythe, CA into Vegas. It's simply not
So, we played a good show and had fun
with the vegas peeps and then returned to our hotel for some late
night pizza. Come about 2:30am, I'm walking down the hotel hallway
and suddenly the earth and walls and everything begin shaking violently
and I realize that we are having a major earthquake. It was actually
pretty fun and kind of felt like trying to walk on a waterbed.
We found out on the news that it was
a 7.0 about 3 hours west of Vegas. It wasn't the first earthquake
I have been in since arriving to LA, but it was the first one that
I actually saw huge structures, including our own hotel, wobbling
back and forth like a card house on a windy day. Pretty cool, really,
considering no one was hurt.
Next day I got up early and decided
to kill some time before taking off back to LA. How does one kill
time in Vegas? Gambling, of course. I put five bucks into the video
blackjack machine and four hours later walked out with $295. Not bad
for a days work. James and Bob eventually had to physically pull me
away from that money making machine and we were on our way back to
grubb / GTO