Last time we checked in with Motopony’s Daniel Blue, he told us about how his little accident with foam nunchuckas before heading up to the band’s San Francisco show. Would Daniel be able to avoid injury again? Would the band’s show at the Tractor Tavern be their best or worst ever? Read on below to find out:
8/3 Brantley and Buddy grew up in a little logging town called Longview Washington. As far as I can tell, itâ€™s the kind of town where you either get real good at making magic on a musical instrument, or you die a lumberjack. We love to play Portland because itâ€™s a weird sort of class reunion for the boysâ€¦our friends in 1776 and Hawkeye had the luck to dodge the chainsaw and hop log jam down river. They pretty much make every PDX show a party. Bunk Bar was our third venue in Rose city and easily the largest crowd we have played to. For some reason I decided to wear daisy dukes and these cheap yellow suspenders I bought at American Apparel. I looked weird to myself and thought about it a lot later, especially when I saw the pictures. I showed the boys in White Arrows my nunchucka chaos dance, and while they were into it for a second the wild bit near the endâ€¦wellâ€¦ I think it freaked them out. Good thing Mitch was there, he always grounds my shit. If I was into boysâ€¦.Iâ€™d marry that one. Mental note: Buy more tambourines.
8/4 We have played the Tractor Tavern in Ballard more times than any other venue in Americaâ€¦so far. But instead of being predictable and ordinary, last night was the weirdest, wildest most insane lava tsunami of a rock show I have ever had the pleasure of surviving. All of the sudden in the middle of my meditation in the green room, I heard our opening song beginâ€¦I thought, â€œwell, thatâ€™s odd, we already had a sound check.â€ I hit my head on the mic when I walked onto the stage and when I dodged it in mock recoil I hit my head on mikeâ€™s mic. Things got worse from there. At some point I threw in the towel and was just like, “if you cant remember the lyrics to king of diamonds you may as well dance the creep out.” You find yourself
infiltrated by the stares, but you have to get that creep out. Dance him right off your shoulders. Dodging bullets shot from heaven, we closed with the painted jawbone of a gold toothed horse held high. People said it was the best they had seen us …ever. Go figure.