Wesleyan Goes Off
We are safe and sound in New Haven right now in Nick’s warm flat. Very warm. The radiator sounds like a hissing giant about to eat us.
Wesleyan was a blast. Started out with a fantastic dinner at the Smith’s in Westport, and we all felt bad because we had to rush and pack up right after we ate. But we’ll be back to Smithland today for a Saw 2 matinee, no doubt.
Picked up Nick at Yale around 8 and arrived at Wesleyan a little later. No crowd at first, which is a shame, because Appletown Gun Shop brought some great psychy jams to the early crowd. Pumped us up nice and good.
We got started around 11 or so to a handful of kids but within a few songs there were a good 40 or 50 more, dancing their legs off and bumping into each other like they definitely didn’t have class tomorrow. We’ve never seen people dance to the SPs like they did. Reckless, but filled with love, which is a rare but beautiful combo. 90 x 90 was at least 20 minutes long, as was the tour’s first trial of Our Name Rings Out. At one point Pat was just playing the Top Gun score and Mike was ramming his body and bass into the crowd.
Overall one of our most fun shows ever. Some might say that we are Being Our Own, for once, and have finally pushed through the looking glass. Thanks again to all the wonderful people of Wesleyan for a truly fantastic time.
Now it is Saturday morning in New Haven and Nick is treating us to some songs off the new Animal Collective record. Then we are treating him to the Indian buffet down the road. Is Indian buffet a good idea before we pile in the car for a three-hour drive? We’ll know soon enough.
Tonight we’re in Jersey, headlining a four-band bill on the shore. Some of the NYC dudes are coming down.
No change in points.
Weather: 51, clear.
Traffic: Light for now, but wait until we hit Jersey.
Restaurant: Smithland. Italian Cod, roasted roots, asparagus, lovely company.
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