Mungus Show Wrap-Up
sorry this took so long to get up online... i've been busy. also, the grouchy and overly judgmental opinions listed below are my own and are not representative of the opinions of mungus whatsoever. not that i'm wrong, mind you...
It would be an understatement to say that Mungus owned the St. Andrews Pub stage last night. It would be more accurate to say we blew the doors off the place. We ended up with the best time slot, playing third of four, and had the biggest crowd of any of the bands. It was a fantastic comeback that showcased our newly energized rhythm section to much acclaim.
The evening was a benefit for Alley Cat Advocates, though Louie the Local Guy (a DJ on our local Fox station) couldn't actually remember what the organization did. The four bands were Poetry of the Dead, Warhorse, us, and Ashes Eve. Poetry of the Dead harangued its fans and the rest of us with profanity laden insults that, like the last time I saw them, alienated everyone but their girlfriends and merch people. Then during Warhorse's set they broke down their merchandise table and carried it through the audience. It was tacky and unprofessional and communicated such disrespect and disdain for the band onstage that any respect I might have had for them died instantly. (PotD didn't know what Alley Cat Advocates did either, but said of it, "Who doesn't like a little free pussy?" And that was one of the cleanest things to come out of their mouths. Class act all the way, they are.)
Warhorse was really good, blending a good selection of instrumental pieces into their set. We'd played with them before but they were better last night than I remembered.
Following them we loaded onto the stage as quickly as possible and got everything set up in fairly short order. It was our new drummer Ricky Muzick's first show with us so we were all fairly wound up. Our first song was our sound check and from the very beginning we drew most of the people in the bar to the front of the stage. The other bands (PotD and Ashes Eve) had to yell at the audience to, "Get up and make some fuckin' noise!" We never made any such request and had the largest and most responsive crowd of the night.*2 We offered the audio fliers and nearly every one vanished (I'm going to have to find a faster way of producing those things, they disappeared so quickly). Other than a few missteps and timing errors that will be resolved the more gigs we play the show went off without a hitch. Everyone I talked to who had seen us before agreed that Ricky brought an amazing energy and vitality to the band that had been lacking. Warhorse's lead singer said we sounded like a completely new band. My only regret is that we can't rerecord the drum tracks on the album.*3
Around midnight Ashes Eve went on to a much diminished crowd, screaming for all of us to get up and make noise or some such. Ricky was hungry so he, Amy, and I bounced as AE told the emo tale of its name.*4 We ended up at a Steak & Shake on Dixie Highway that locked its doors just after we sat down. We basked in the glow of a show well played before taking Ricky's drums back to the Carolina rehearsal house. Stephen went home (it was 2:30 by this time) but the rest of us met at Mag Bar for a few celebratory beers and LITs. It was just a great night all the way around.
Mungus is back, and we're bad.
To hear the five songs on our audio fliers click here and visit the Mungus Media page.
1) That's his real name. I've met his dad.
2) We were also the loudest band of the night by far. I'm not sure why this was but the effect was palpable.
3) That's not completely true: there are a few bass parts I'd really love to redo. I've rediscovered and rewritten several things during our rehearsals with Ricky. Dammit.
4) Apparently "Ashes Eve" is the moment before the thing you love the most in all the world burns away to nothing. I shit you not. They made a really big deal of telling us this, saying something like, "I'm going to get real with you now. Most bands don't do this, but I'm going to. I'm going to tell you the... meaning... of our name!" I laughed out loud in the silence following his explanation and Amy gave me a solid thwack and told me to hush.
sorry this took so long to get up online... i've been busy. also, the grouchy and overly judgmental opinions listed below are my own and are not representative of the opinions of mungus whatsoever. not that i'm wrong, mind you...
It would be an understatement to say that Mungus owned the St. Andrews Pub stage last night. It would be more accurate to say we blew the doors off the place. We ended up with the best time slot, playing third of four, and had the biggest crowd of any of the bands. It was a fantastic comeback that showcased our newly energized rhythm section to much acclaim.
The evening was a benefit for Alley Cat Advocates, though Louie the Local Guy (a DJ on our local Fox station) couldn't actually remember what the organization did. The four bands were Poetry of the Dead, Warhorse, us, and Ashes Eve. Poetry of the Dead harangued its fans and the rest of us with profanity laden insults that, like the last time I saw them, alienated everyone but their girlfriends and merch people. Then during Warhorse's set they broke down their merchandise table and carried it through the audience. It was tacky and unprofessional and communicated such disrespect and disdain for the band onstage that any respect I might have had for them died instantly. (PotD didn't know what Alley Cat Advocates did either, but said of it, "Who doesn't like a little free pussy?" And that was one of the cleanest things to come out of their mouths. Class act all the way, they are.)
Warhorse was really good, blending a good selection of instrumental pieces into their set. We'd played with them before but they were better last night than I remembered.
Following them we loaded onto the stage as quickly as possible and got everything set up in fairly short order. It was our new drummer Ricky Muzick's first show with us so we were all fairly wound up. Our first song was our sound check and from the very beginning we drew most of the people in the bar to the front of the stage. The other bands (PotD and Ashes Eve) had to yell at the audience to, "Get up and make some fuckin' noise!" We never made any such request and had the largest and most responsive crowd of the night.*2 We offered the audio fliers and nearly every one vanished (I'm going to have to find a faster way of producing those things, they disappeared so quickly). Other than a few missteps and timing errors that will be resolved the more gigs we play the show went off without a hitch. Everyone I talked to who had seen us before agreed that Ricky brought an amazing energy and vitality to the band that had been lacking. Warhorse's lead singer said we sounded like a completely new band. My only regret is that we can't rerecord the drum tracks on the album.*3
Around midnight Ashes Eve went on to a much diminished crowd, screaming for all of us to get up and make noise or some such. Ricky was hungry so he, Amy, and I bounced as AE told the emo tale of its name.*4 We ended up at a Steak & Shake on Dixie Highway that locked its doors just after we sat down. We basked in the glow of a show well played before taking Ricky's drums back to the Carolina rehearsal house. Stephen went home (it was 2:30 by this time) but the rest of us met at Mag Bar for a few celebratory beers and LITs. It was just a great night all the way around.
Mungus is back, and we're bad.
To hear the five songs on our audio fliers click here and visit the Mungus Media page.
1) That's his real name. I've met his dad.
2) We were also the loudest band of the night by far. I'm not sure why this was but the effect was palpable.
3) That's not completely true: there are a few bass parts I'd really love to redo. I've rediscovered and rewritten several things during our rehearsals with Ricky. Dammit.
4) Apparently "Ashes Eve" is the moment before the thing you love the most in all the world burns away to nothing. I shit you not. They made a really big deal of telling us this, saying something like, "I'm going to get real with you now. Most bands don't do this, but I'm going to. I'm going to tell you the... meaning... of our name!" I laughed out loud in the silence following his explanation and Amy gave me a solid thwack and told me to hush.