Reviews of Houses That Bands Have Stayed At
Scott DeSimon and Justin Chearno, Pitchblende:
After our first show in Athens, GA, a sparsely attended
event at the Shoebox that was supposed to have been an opening
spot for the Fall at 40 Watt but was relocated due to the power
of a big-time booking agent, we followed the opening band back
to their "house." Upon arriving at the single-level dwelling
that looked suspiciously like Navin Johnson's place in The
Jerk, we quickly realized what the red spots were on all
of our host's legs: flea bites. The fleas coming, of course,
from the half dozen or so mangy cats skulking about the dump.
Being luckier than we, the housemates all left to spend the
night at their girlfriends' place, leaving us to the flea-infested,
cat-ridden space. While our drummer opted to sleep in the van,
the rest of us dug out the house copy of Van Halen I and
prank phone-called Jon Fine 'til the Georgia sun came up.
John Darnielle, Mountain Goats
Paul Lukas's House
Cool stuff everywhere
Brooklyn beats Manhattan cold
The cats hate my guts
Dan Varenka's house, August 1994
Cicadas drown out
Any and all speech-efforts
It's awful humid
Dan Varenka's House, January 1996
Snow high as my hip
I'll be stuck here for two days
Mets clubhouse is closed
Ira Kaplan, Yo La Tengo:
Our second visit to Trito's Uptown in Champaign, IL, was
going no better than our first. Maybe a little worse because
the stranger who had let us stay at her parent's highly plush
house last time hadn't shown up. Then as the evening was drawing
to a close she made a dramatic entrance and we pounced. Despite
our exemplary behavior as houseguests, the novelty of a rock
band in her parents' highly plush house seemed to have worn
off, and it required an element of cajoling before she invited
us back. She gave us directions to her house and left the
club. We completed packing up, which took a half hour or so,
and we still got to her house before she did. We waited in
our van for a while, until one unnamed member of our touring
party* could stand it no longer. This person decided to case
the joint in for a way in. An unlocked ground-floor window
provided our entrance. Although our host seemed somewhat disturbed
when she got home, miraculously she didn't kick us out. But
we weren't invited a third time.
*Georgia Hubley
Dave Schramm
First YO LA TENGO tour (my only Yo La tour) and we're
playing in Athens, GA and we have no motel or friend's house
lined up, so we accept the offer of a fan to crash at his
place. I think this house was condemned or something. I mean
it was sinking into the foliage in the backyard. Inside, the
rugs were sticky, and most of the lights didn't work, which
I think was a blessing. Then the guy who brought us here says
goodnight, he's staying somewhere else, he says (he obviously
has some sense). As far as I recollect, even though we didn't
get to sleep until 4 am or so, we were up at dawn and on the
road.
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