Allright my little droogies, it's off to Ohio with the Bad Manners crew. Kent Ohio is the same city where the Kent State incident occurred - a sad chapter in American history: 4 college students protesting the war in Vietnam were shot and killed by National Guard troops.
But back to another sad chapter in history, the 2010 Bad Manners tour! We stop at a music store as a downpour begins. They don't have what we need, so we head off to another shop. At some point, I realize that we've left Justino back at the 1st music store. He's also left his phone on the RV..."Hello, Soundboard Music, we think we left our drummer there...He's mad? We'll be right there!"
We're playing an old theater called the Kent Stage. Seating and ska are always a bad combination. The PA is playing Marley's "Legend," surely the LAZIEST music selection possible at a reggae-related show. The crowd looks older (nuffink wrong w that) and none too energetic. The only strategy for BM is to crank up the energy to 200% and try and shake the place up. There is a small contingent of two-tone/skin looking folks up front, and they do their best to give us some energy back.
We put on a fine show, by now most of the jitters are gone and we're starting to play as a band. After the show, we accept the invitation of Jamie, the "Red Reaper" to crash at her place outside of town. Jamie is a funeral director, and is on call to pick up bodies the night of the show. Right as we're packing up, she gets a call. Josue (trumpet) and Lee (bass, drinking) decide to go with. We get a few cryptic messages from Josue, but he's just joking around. Jamie is a solid citizen performing a needed service, and in this economy, who can scoff at that? get some great shots of Buster stretched out in the back of the van on the body cot thing...Buster is also very attached to the Martian helmet he picked up at Professor's Pub, where a bunch of BM and EB band and crew go to unwind after. The entire BM side wind up at Jamie's, along with two local skins we met at the show. We always like to bond w the locals and learn about what it's like in their scene, town, etc. Concerns arise as soon as we get in the locals' car. They put on Biohazard (WTF??!!) and then some horrid new Oi shite. Justin and I are begging them to put on something good. The other local skin is blind drunk, alternating between falling asleep on my shoulder and violent demands for a cigarette. We get to Jamie's and cigarette boy still won't shut up. He's threatening violence if he isn't properly cigged. But when he's given a smoke, he keeps demanding cigs. He also says a number of very rude things. Luckily for him, we are too tired to properly educate him on matters of racial sensitivity. Jayskin from Iowa would have loved to meet these boneheads in trad clothing.
The good far outweighs the bad in Kent, as Jamie's place has many beds, couches and rooms to crash in/on. I wind up in the "princess room," in a bed with iCarly sheets. I get my 1st good sleep since leaving LA and have a hot shower as well. Buster takes a liking to Jamie's pugs, and acn be heard calling out "Pugsley! You dirty dog!" and other such endearments. The pugs love him back. I'll try and post some shots later.
We leave Jamie's place the next morning and head off to Philly.