winding down

I am finally at the end of three or four weeks of craziness: daily practice for our show; playing the show (no pics of us have surfaced yet, but here is my set of Bella Morte shots); having my mom as a houseguest for a couple days on her way to a vacation with her sister; going camping; having my mom as a houseguest again, after her triumphant return from Durango, Canyon de Chelly and points north and east; and a fairly crazy few weeks at work that are still ongoing.

And in the midst of all this, we’re integrating the kittens that no one wanted to adopt (you’re missing out, seriously), keeping the dogs entertained, and pretending to clean the house occasionally.

I’m not gonna lie; I am wrecked.

I mean, our show was pretty good — I wasn’t too nervous, I didn’t screw up too badly, the sound was killer, and most of the other bands were great people and made with the serious rocking.

And camping was crazy good. I love when it gets down to the high 40s or low 50s, because I sleep so well in the cold. And the dogs had a blast, and our new gear was just exactly what we needed, without being heavy or expensive or fussy, and it was a delightful 2 1/2 days with some of my very favorite people, and I can’t wait to do it again as soon as we possibly can.

But despite these pockets of awesome … I am looking forward to a few days of nothing much to do, and long days in which to do it.

so, we played a show

Reliquary [click to embiggen]

So Reliquary played a show this past Friday, in support of our favorite photographer’s first solo show. The sound was surprisingly good; we didn’t freeze to death despite playing on an outside stage in temperatures below 50°F; and a goodly number of people seemed to enjoy our set.

It was kind of a mess in every other regard.

Kara [click to embiggen]

We forgot a perfectly ridiculous number of things:

  • milk crates to stand the gear on;
  • power strips, to plug the gear in to;
  • Loki’s outfit;
  • to set up a merch table, despite having brought our Big Bag O’ Tshirts and Stickers and CDs* and Things;
  • Kara’s earphones for her monitor

I managed to put mascara on one eye’s worth of lashes, and somehow forgot to put mascara on the other eye.

Worst of all, I forgot an entire bassline, during the set. And it’s not like I forgot a complex one, no. I forgot the one for Dusk Falls, which has all of three notes. I did somehow manage not to sink through the stage in humiliation, which, I suppose, is a plus. Hopefully everyone thought there really wasn’t a bassline for that song, and didn’t smirk too badly at the stupidly-swaying bass player.

Loki & Suriel [click to embiggen]

So we closed on Love Songs, after which some people** screamed for encores. Nothing daunted, we played Lakme, after which I muted my pedal and started taking off my bass. Well, people*** were still screaming, so we’re all, “I guess we could do Winter World …” So we did. And I screwed up a couple times because my fingers were so cold I could barely hold the pick, to say nothing of fretting properly, but just kept going, because that’s how I roll, right? Then, after the last note died out, I turned to mute my processor, only to see that … I hadn’t un-muted it for Winter World.

I nudged Loki and pointed at my processor.

“You … you were muted the whole time?”

“Yep.”

“Heh.”

It was that sort of night.

Kara and fans [click to embiggen]

We hung out for a little while longer, chatting with friends, and then went home. In my case, it was because I’m still grieving and my nerves are a little raw. Loki was also worn out from insufficient sleep and carrying all our gear around four times in one night.

So we went home and played Deathspank and reflected that, on the whole, it could have been a lot worse.

 
 
* Not Path of Hours, though, because our copies arrived the next morning.
** Ok, it was The Other Tom, a friend.
*** Ditto.

excellent Reliquary show in May

We are thrilled to announce we’re playing a great show in May! We’ll be opening for Faith and the Muse on their : ankoku butoh : tour!

Faith and the Muse
with special guests Reliquary and Bella Lune
plus DJ Scary Lady Sarah
Thursday, May 13
@ Mardi Gras in Scottsdale
8040 E McDowell Rd., Scottsdale, AZ 85257 [map]
8pm : doors
9ish: first band on
$15 / 21+

We’ll have some lovely flyers soon; let us know if you can give us a hand distributing them.

Also, we’ve got a lovely video trailer. Pass it around!

Hope to see you there!

rough weekend

I almost want to go back to work just so things will be less crazed, I tell you.

So Friday, I came home to shower & change before heading off to the Low Men show. I got showered and I was starting to look for my cache of earplugs when it sounded like an earthquake is happening in the kitchen — either that, or Agnes had knocked my big stainless steel bowls off the top cabinets. Except … the crashing keept on happening. I trotted downstairs to find …

cat-food box [click to embiggen]So we built this box to put the cats’ food and water in, to stop Fenris eating their food and slobbering in their water, and also to give them a safe place to eat, where he couldn’t bug them. We used nice, heavy birch plywood, supported by 2x2s and capped with quarter-round moulding to soften the top edges, with mesh for the sides so they could keep an eye on things while they eat, and cut out a nice archway for an entrance. (Our jigsaw skillz were not equal to a spiffy gothic arch or that box’d look a lot cooler.) (Eventually it’ll be painted or stained and it’ll look even better. Also, I need to sweep the floor.)

Anyway, I came downstairs to find … Fenris’ head stuck in the cats’ food box … bucking like a horse … stainless-steel bowls banging against the mesh … and he’d dragged the whole lot into the living room. There was cat food and water everywhere but I couldn’t stop laughing, poor dog.

I got him untangled, wet-vac’d the water, scooped up the food, righted the box and finished getting ready for the show.

Doug Motherfuckin' Preston [click to embiggen]And the show was pretty awesome. The space was better for sound than you’d expect for a room with that much brick, and despite the strange decorations, was a fairly cool place to see a show. I did my usual band-girlfriend/photographer thing, although looking at the results, I again find myself wanting a better camera, something of the nice & chunky DSLR variety. (Although I’m addicted to my S5 IS‘s flip-out LCD and I’m boycotting DSLRs until someone realizes what a kickass thing that is and adds it to a camera with interchangeable lenses. Ahem.)

After many drinks and a band I didn’t especially want to hear, Loki & I bolted for the Waffle House, where he tried to soak up all the alcohol with an omelette and a waffle (naturally) and I filled in the cracks left by a too-long-ago lunch with a cheese and egg biscuit (a little falling-apart-ish but tasty nonetheless. A++, would nom again).

When we got home, though, it was muggy and warm in the house, and a check of the thermostat told the sorry tale: it was 86 degrees upstairs, and only a couple degrees cooler downstairs. Loki and I both got only a few hours’ sweaty sleep, and I called our home-warranty place at 9:30 Saturday morning, begging them to send someone to sort out our air conditioning.

An hour later, the a/c company called & said they’d have someone out between noon and two. I thanked them and went back to sitting on the library couch, reading and drinking diet Dr Pepper and trying not to move too much. Around one, I took Fenris to the vet to get a bordatella vaccine blown up his nose (which he promptly sneezed back all over the vet tech, heh), and came home to find … that there was still no a/c guy there fixing our shit.

So let me condense the next 7 hours of hell for you: every couple of hours, someone would call saying the guy had been held up, and would be there in the next couple of hours. What this really means is we were tethered to the fucking house — the roasting, muggy, awful house — watching the thermostat climb to 96° with 55% humidity (downstairs. upstairs it was closer to 100) and not being able to leave because of the expected imminent arrival of Mr A/C Guy.

Around 8:00 we sent Fenris for a sleepover at his daycamp place, just in case the a/c wasn’t actually going to get fixed that night, because the only hotel I could find that allowed dogs had a 25lb. weight limit, and as we discovered earlier at the vet, Fenris is now weighing in at a svelte 67.8 pounds.

Finally, at 9, the A/C guy called to say he was on his way. Rejoice! There was also a monsoon blowing in, and I was just praying he’d get there before the skies opened up. (He did.) Anyway, about fifteen minutes later, he’d swapped out the broken thingamajig (what? I was delirious at that point) and there was cold air pouring out the vents, ohmahgaaaah.

So we thanked A/C Guy (with a check) and decided to order a pizza, so as not to fill the house with heat from cooking while it was still over 90. An hour later, I got a call from the pizza place — one of our drivers has broken down, your pizza will be late, and here’s some free future pizza and some soda please don’t kill me. (I didn’t have the energy to kill anyone, lucky him.)

Anyway. Once it dropped below 90 upstairs I went to bed. I even got a few hours’ sleep, yay!

And today is Fenris’ graduation from Beginner Dog Training (they take their final exam, walk around the store to great acclaim, then get ice cream), preceded by his first day of Intermediate Dog Training (because that was the only time available), and then Shadowrun. And my friends will just have to deal with our messy house, because I will only have the energy to clear off the gaming table, and to hell with everything else.

Right. Can I go back to work now?

awful weekend

Let’s start with the good, shall we?

  • Hanging out with Dot, Jared, Jill, D.M-F.P. et famille, and assorted be-costumed friends at the Faerie Festival.
  • Finding my favorite sunglasses in the truck Sunday morning, after having thought them lost and gone forever.
  • Getting paid to play the Faerie Festival. We seem to get paid for about one in three shows, so this was a nice novelty. Sadly, while that was a good thing for several hours, it ended badly.

Sadly, the good things were far outweighed by the bad.

  • The sound at our show. Holy crap, y’all. No bass for two songs, no guitars for quite a bit of the set, no drums whatsoever for the entire set. Either the audience thought that we were really lame, or that we’ve got excellent rhythm. (On the plus side, the songs in which there was no bass were the songs I screwed up badly, so everything’s relative.)
  • Losing my wallet at the club after. And it’s not just that I have to cancel all my cards, or that I have to hunt down all our auto-debited bills, order a new driver’s license, and try to remember what else was in there, but that it was the one time I had more than $6 in my wallet. So much for my part of the aforementioned performance fee.
  • The excruciating headache I’ve had since Sunday midafternoon. Nothing’s helping.

Oh, and I missed posting on Saturday, and there was brouhaha at the club. JOY.

However! I’m hoping that, having vented, things will start looking up soon.