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So we drive about 5 hours to Plattsburgh, the van smells like a trapped fart at this point. Or would it be a fart trap? Either way, from the long drive we aquired a "TOURCAT." He's nice. Still no sleep for me, enter delirium. We get to Plattsburgh, but in the wrong place. Even though that was the address we got. Our new friend, Matt Hall guided us to his apartment where we witnessed Matt and Sean (who both play in Long Cat) prepare a film splicing projector show for their set later. Old war film end credits, close up of a nervous, human eyeball and ab workouts. I can dig it. We hang for a bit, a few of us get high, Joey the drummer arrives and we head to the venue. I'll have to admit that it was pretty sketchy walking up to this bar, Olive Ridley's. Looks like a place your parents go on a Tuesday night for a beer and a burger. Relief sets in when we get to the basement. This is where we'll be playing. People had already started piling in, everyone seemed real excited just to see a show. The first act to go on was called Irradiated Beef. A one-man-in-a-cow-suit-with-gas-mask Noise/Grind band. I don't have to tell you how awesome this was. Loops coming through a massive amp while this dude played drums as fast and hard as he could. Definitely something to wake me up. The next band was Lie Captive. Not my cup of tea, but talented group of kids. Halfway through their set, I went up to the bar with Bear and Drew. We drank a couple of beers, but I couldn't wake up. I started to mumble and sway back and forth, so Bear put on some Michael Jackson. "Man In The Mirror" to be exact. After a much needed sing-a-long, I was ready to destroy all! We get back downstairs just in time for Long Cat. Matt Hall, who booked the show and seems to be single handedly rekindling the scene in Plattsburgh, is in this band. They fuckin' killed it. Fast and spastic with the weirdness of the projector film on the wall to the side of them, made this the best set of the night. Their set made us pull our shit together and play (what I thought) our best set during this little tour. Everyone seemed to like it; we like Plattsburgh. After the show, the Long Cat boys guided us to where we would be staying that night. 56 Elm Street, the most accomodating punk house I've ever had the pleasure of staying at. Pizza, weed, jugs of red wine, a pull out bed and a X-Men arcade game were waiting for us. It was overwhelming. The people of 56 Elm are champions. After some X-Men and good conversations with Sean of Long Cat, I finally crashed. We all woke up around 9:30, wrote a love letter to the inhabitants and ran back to the van. The rest of the story involves a trip to Betty Beaver's truck stop and diner, more dumb videos with Sean's magic phone and Rickey and Sean getting dropped off in Brooklyn. I don't like Rickey and Sean because of that side trip to Brooklyn. These stories are kind of pointless, but I wanted to say something about this silly trip and the awesome people involved.
All thanks to Nimbus Terrifix, Malcolm, Josh, Matt and 56 Elm. We don't deserve this kind of generosity.
-Squibbles
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