The Special Goodness

I'm feeling that the most appropriate was to start this off is by letting you know that I personally don't think I should be writing this right now. I've been up all day, and I should be asleep. Forgive me for the lack of quality.

Ok, with that out of the way, I would like to say that for those of you who like good music, and live in the Bay Area, and did not attend this show, I am sorry. I am sorry you missed out on some of the greatest live music today, yes, I am talking about The Special Goodness. Now, hear my story...

Victor and Jeni were supposed to pick me up from work at 6pm, when I got off, and the three of us were going to drive out to San Francisco to catch the concert. A little late, and me wanting a cigarette, I hopped in my car to buy a pack from the nearest gas station. As I pulled out of the parking lot, Victor's white '64 (I think?) Ford Marauder almost side-swipes me. I park my car, Victor takes me to get some smokes and cash, and we are on our way.

Once we reached our destination, we figured eating would be a good idea, and Victor picked out a small Vietnamese restaurant across the street from the club. We ate there, and a few pictures came out of that. Afterwards we went back outside the club and sat around, watching the opening acts carry in their equipment. I felt bad because I didn't ask one of the girls in one of the bands if I could help her carry some stuff in, but I didn't want her to be some kind of bitch who would have gotten pissed at me saying something like that. I dunno.

Not too much later, Pat, Mikey, Lee, and Karl (and possibly other assorted Special Goodness affiliates) show up in their van and Wells Cargo trailer (gotta love that name!) Now we sit and watch them unpack their stuff, wheeling in a good portion of it on a skateboard. About 15 more minutes go by after this (and like, 50 cigarettes) and finally the wait was over and they opened the doors. Once inside my first stop was at the goodies table, to buy myself a CD and T-Shirt. I talked to Karl for a minute or two before deciding that I wanted the green shirt, and then (duh) handed him the money and moved on. Pat was sitting on the end of the table, so I walked over to him and started asking him a few questions about his page before asking him if he could sign my CD. He did, and with that I informed him that I would be heading over to the other end of the club for a game of pool with Victor.

He and I played a very cramped game, with people on pretty much every side of us. It sucked. After it was over we sat on the table and watched the first act. I forgot their name, but they were sorely average. All of their songs sounded good, but they just didn't grab me, oh well. The next band up were the Kirby Grips, who I didn't really get to listen to until the second half of their set. I was busy upstairs outside the bathroom with Jeni and this woman named Ann (I think), sneaking a cigarette. Ann kicked ass. While explaining to us that she worked in the law firm where the bassist for the Kirby Grips was a receptionist, we enjoyed the Gin & Tonic she was passing to us. Smoking in a non-smoking area and drinking when you have your hands stamped for no alcohol. Kick ass.

The next act was Glitter Mini 9, who totally rocked other than that their mic's we're fucked up and you couldn't hear a thing they were singing. I ended up buying their CD at the show, and I have confirmed that they have nice voices. Not much more I can say about this, except that after the show I talked to them, and they invited me to go see them on the 22nd. I already have my tickets.

Now, the moment had arrived. Pat, Mikey and Lee, in an order I'm sure was different from that I just listed, got up on stage and just rocked. ROCKED! Fucking-a did they rock, and the sad thing is that Pat didn't really think they rocked. It was after they played that I was talking with the girls of Glitter Mini 9, when Victor came up to me and said something like Pat was upset because the show didn't really go like how he wanted it. Jeni and I ran over to Pat and Mikey where they were sitting in a dark corner, and just showered them with encouragement. "You guys rocked", "You guys fucking rocked" (Ok, so I'm limited to a very small vocabulary at this point) I start explaining to him that I thought they kicked so much ass that I was going to drive up to Seattle to see them on the 25th (which I am) since Victor is moving up there next week. I don't know if I did anything, I'm sure he can rate himself much better than I ever could. I just feel kinda bad, the way you feel when something is wrong and you have no control over it. I'm very happy with the show. I can't wait to see them again next week. Pat, be happy.

Anyway, I'm tired, I need to get to bed. Here are some pictures.

Pat #1

Pat #2

Pat #3

Pat #4

Mikey #1

Mikey #2

Mikey #3

Lee

Pat and Mikey

Pat and Lee

Pat, Jeni and Mikey

The Set List

Their Van

Club Cocodrie Sign

Jeni and Me

Victor and Noodles

Also, just now rethinking everything, I'm probably going to have to rewrite this when I'm awake, since I know someone is going to get pissed about something I forgot or left out or something like that. And remember to listen to Special Goodness, grab some MP3's here.