-Scott Salmon
I was recently berated for not blogging in ages (Hi Scott) so now I'm finally posting something. On Saturday, Amanda and I met up in Oxford, Ohio to see our buddies Cavashawn. Again. (Show #14 for me I think? Yes, that's in less than 6 months. Shut up.) The show was at the college where the guys all went, which is Miami University of Ohio, now known to me as U of HTSND [University of Honey, That's A Shirt, Not A Dress]. No offense to the girls of Miami, but in 30 minutes of people watching from a bench in Oxford, we saw more short, ugly, and hideous dresses/non-dresses than you could possibly imagine. I may not be a fashion plate myself, but I know what looks good... and 90% of these did not. We even saw a girl who appeared to be wearing a swimsuit cover-up, and half her bra was hanging out as she crossed the street. Classy. Do people look in mirrors anymore?
But I digress.
We hadn't even planned on going to this show, but on Friday, Ama brought it up and we decided to go ahead and go. I've been sick with a lovely cold, and I've also become drastically behind in school, so in theory I really shouldn't have gone. That theory is BS, so of course I went. The show wasn't until late and the drive was about 3 hours, so I didn't leave until 4 or so. It was smooth sailing (aside from the I-70 road coma that tends to occur) for the most part, until I was on Highway 27, which leads from the interstate to Oxford. Part of the road was closed to thru traffic, so I had to take a detour. I just followed my GPS, and she rerouted me through some serious Ohio backcountry. Granted, there aren't many major roads in that area, but yowza. It was just me and the corn.
I did eventually make it to the hotel, and Ama got there shortly thereafter. After we got ready, we met up with the guys at Skyline Chili for dinner. It's an Ohio thing, or at least a Cincinnati-area thing, and it's become a staple everytime we're in the vicinity. I always get the chili 3-way... spaghetti, chili, and a mountain of shredded cheese. Don't forget the oyster crackers. Yumba. In the meantime, my right ear decided to stop working. Sometimes when I'm sick, my hearing suffers, and this was no exception. It was great. Anyway, we hung around at Skyline for awhile until they had to go load in, then Ama and I finished our food and proceeded to kill a lot of time by wandering the area and people-watching. We went to The Balcony at showtime and decided that the situation called for beer. (Some settings just require it. Don't judge.) We hung out primarily at the bar, met a couple people the guys knew, and watched the first band, Look Afraid. I wasn't sure if I was going to like them from listening on Myspace, but I did end up liking them a lot. Definitely a rock band.
By this point, we both had a reasonable buzz going on and were ready to dance around/rock out. Ignoring the usual "it feels awkward in the front" issue we have, we scooted up front for Cavashawn and had a blast. It seemed like the guys enjoyed themselves onstage too. The crowd was moderately drunk, but in the "having fun" way, not the "belligerent asshole" way. There's not much to say about the songs that I haven't said in some form before, I suppose. I really like their new song "Back to Me," and the newish song "First Hello." We first heard FH at Summerfest and I've pretty much loved it ever since. Scott plays guitar on BTM, which still is odd to see, but it works. I managed to take some decent pictures, so here are a few of them.
After the show was over, we avoided getting kicked out of the bar when it closed by assisting with packing up the merch, then helped them load out. This involved a flight of wet stairs, which was a little hazardous. I managed to trip up them at one point, and have a cute bruise on my shin now. Whoops. It was really late by this point, and by the time we got a ride back to the car, said goodbyes, and got back to the hotel, it was about 3:30 in the morning. We got up a whopping 4 hours later, ate hotel breakfast, and headed back for our respective homes. By the time I got home, I was exhausted and fairly worthless for the remainder of the day. That wasn't quite part of my plan, seeing as how I have an exam tomorrow, but I should have expected it. It's okay, though. I don't regret going at all, I really needed the emotional pick-me-up that shows provide. It's for that reason that I can never say no.
Scott got his wish.
We always go back.
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