So there we sat at our motel in Stroudville PA, about 2 hrs West of NYC, just North of Philadelphia. We were watching a fantastic game 5 of the world series, and generally getting some well deserved R&R, until midnight, when our US publicist (from NYC) phones us from the club in Manhattan, "I'm here... where are you guys?". Oh oh.
On the CMJ website we are listed to play on Friday the 23rd at midnight (click on the picture). We had looked on their site to confirm that the show was on Friday. The website literally said, "12AM Friday... Elliott BROOD" (click on the picture above for close up). According to CMJ, Friday means anytime Thursday night from midnight on. We are pretty good at damage control, but this one got by all of us somehow.
After some quick phone calls to our agent and publicist, we decide that there will be no make-up show. My guess is that the best we would've received from CMJ with less than a days' notice is something like "Bill's Cafe at 2PM on the upper East side".
Thoroughly bummed out, Ryan and I went for a long walk and ended up at "Rudy's Tavern", an immaculate 1930's era bar that served pints for $1.25. Yes I said pints for $1.25. We had just made their last call, and that $1.25 pint was the perfect nightcap. Just the two of us lonely souls there, and a couple of locals. Then the door opens and in walks Casey. Perfect company for the brisk walk home, which was peppered by small groups of anxious young adults (or old kids?) out on the prowl in the pre-homecoming/halloween chilly night air. We should have been in Manhattan tonight, but something had conspired to keep us away. So be it.
The next morning we set off and pretty much surprised our loved ones by arriving a day early. To any New Yorkers who missed the Elliott BROOD show at the Living Room; hopefully you can make it down to Union Hall in Brooklyn on the 24th of November, where we will be rocking out like it's a make up show.
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