Most recent edit on 2005-09-17 22:00:41 by EschaTon
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The time had finally come for our last show of the summer, which signaled summer’s end and my impending departure for Penn State. Mixed emotions consumed everyone. This would be our last time performing together for an amount of time that none of us could possibly be sure of. [ <- This is really awkward. Something like "None of us knew when we would perform again ..." might work better]
Upon arriving [at] the venue, which happened to be Homer City’s local fire hall, we promptly parked the van near the entrance and unloaded all of our equipment, merchandise, and an abundance of Ramen. Being in a band from Western Pennsylvania, I’ve grown accustomed to playing fire halls, which seem to be a rather common type of venue in the region. Moving everything inside was, once again, a hassle, but with the help of our “sweet merch dudes,” we managed to take everything in rather quickly. We hauled the last bit of equipment inside and set up our merch table.
The show, a benefit for the Red Cross, started shortly after our arrival. We were set to play fourth in the lineup, which consisted of mostly “aggressive” bands. The first three bands played, and all of us “supported” them by dancing and having a good time during their sets. In between sets, we hung out at our merch table and outside. With the help of our merch guys, we whored [would "pimped" be the better word here?], for lack of a better word, our CD out to as many people as possible—being a musician can be expensive; so even if it seems wrong, we did what we had to do.
After the first three bands, the time had come for us to set up. Setting up took a mere couple of minutes simply because we’re used to having to set up fast. Then, the lights went down, and we exploded into our first song, “That’s No Moon, It’s a Space Station.” We knew we had to put on a good show, so like always, we poured [out] as much energy as possible [into] our performance [there is a disagreement here. The sentence would be better without "out"], which was comprised of songs off of our new EP. After we played, we stuck around for the final band, xAbsoluste Powerx, from Morgantown, West Virginia, whom we befriended and promised to help out with future shows in our area.
[This is good. While some sentence structure/grammar errors exist (esp. look at crispening your language), I liked the way the ending captures the repititious nature of being in a band]
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The time had finally come for our last show of the summer, which signaled summer’s end and my impending departure for Penn State. Mixed emotions consumed everyone. This would be our last time performing together for an amount of time that none of us could possibly be sure of.
Upon arriving the venue, which happened to be Homer City’s local fire hall, we promptly parked the van near the entrance and unloaded all of our equipment, merchandise, and an abundance of Ramen. Being in a band from Western Pennsylvania, I’ve grown accustomed to playing fire halls, which seem to be a rather common type of venue in the region. Moving everything inside was, once again, a hassle, but with the help of our “sweet merch dudes,” we managed to take everything in rather quickly. We hauled the last bit of equipment inside and set up our merch table.
The show, a benefit for the Red Cross, started shortly after our arrival. We were set to play fourth in the lineup, which consisted of mostly “aggressive” bands. The first three bands played, and all of us “supported” them by dancing and having a good time during their sets. In between sets, we hung out at our merch table and outside. With the help of our merch guys, we whored, for lack of a better word, our CD out to as many people as possible—being a musician can be expensive; so even if it seems wrong, we did what we had to do.
After the first three bands, the time had come for us to set up. Setting up took a mere couple of minutes simply because we’re used to having to set up fast. Then, the lights went down, and we exploded into our first song, “That’s No Moon, It’s a Space Station.” We knew we had to put on a good show, so like always, we poured out as much energy as possible into our performance, which was comprised of songs off of our new EP. After we played, we stuck around for the final band, xAbsoluste Powerx, from Morgantown, West Virginia, whom we befriended and promised to help out with future shows in our area.
Edited on 2005-09-08 20:00:46 by MenosElOso
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The show having ended, we walked toward the “spaceship,” or rather our 1987 Toyota van, and loaded it with all of our equipment, merchandise, and enough Ramen to feed a somewhat smaller army.
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The show having ended, we walked toward the “spaceship,” or rather our 1987 Toyota van, and loaded it with all of our equipment, merchandise, and enough Ramen to feed a smaller army.
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Our anticipation intensified as we walked toward the “spaceship,” or rather our 1987 Toyota van. After a brief run through the set list, we loaded the van with all of our equipment, merchandise, and enough Ramen to feed an army.
The time had finally come for our last show of the summer, which signaled summer’s end and my impending departure for Penn State. Mixed emotions consumed everyone. This would be our last time performing together for an amount of time that none of us could possibly be sure of.
We finished loading the van as our friends, as well as “sweet merch dudes”, Dusty, Garrison, Ron Jon, and Travis, arrived. About an hour and a half ride in the van awaited us as we headed toward our destination of Homer City, a rural town in Western Pennsylvania. The ride out went smoothly, which is always good when playing an out of town show, since it’s never a good thing to be stranded away from home.
Upon arriving the venue, which happened to be Homer City’s local fire hall, we promptly parked the van near the entrance and unloaded all of our equipment, merchandise, and an abundance of Ramen. Being in a band from Western Pennsylvania, I’ve grown accustomed to playing fire halls, which seem to be a rather common type of venue in the region. Moving everything inside was, once again, a hassle, but with the help of our “sweet merch dudes,” we managed to take everything in rather quickly. We hauled the last bit of equipment inside and set up our merch table.
The show, a benefit for the Red Cross, started shortly after our arrival. We were set to play fourth in the lineup, which consisted of mostly “aggressive” bands. The first three bands played, and all of us “supported” them by dancing and having a good time during their sets. In between sets, we hung out at our merch table and outside. With the help of our merch guys, we whored, for lack of a better word, our CD out to as many people as possible—being a musician can be expensive; so even if it seems wrong, we did what we had to do.
After the first three bands, the time had come for us to set up. Setting up took a mere couple of minutes simply because we’re used to having to set up fast. Then, the lights went down, and we exploded into our first song, “That’s No Moon, It’s a Space Station.” We knew we had to put on a good show, so like always, we poured out as much energy as possible into our performance, which was comprised of songs off of our new EP. After we played, we stuck around for the final band, xAbsoluste Powerx, from Morgantown, West Virginia, whom we befriended and promised to help out with future shows in our area.
The show having ended, we walked toward the “spaceship,” or rather our 1987 Toyota van, and loaded it with all of our equipment, merchandise, and enough Ramen to feed a smaller army.