I joined The Motion Sick on the road for their jaunt to Delaware for the Dewey Beach Pop Fest last weekend, everyone else’s vision of the trip is being documented here.
Our epic ride to Delaware (Google maps lies! They said it would be 7 hours, but it was closer to 11, due to traffic) was mostly pleasant, including a few singalongs to 80s classics.
During the show I took some video on a few songs and got some cool pictures, including a pictorial of every one’s pedal boards. Check those out on The Motion Sick Photos page
The hotel, as Travis said was a bit suspicious, but it was pretty cheap, so can’t complain much. Sunday we spent the morning walking the beach and checking out the town, being that it is April, a lot of the fun stuff still wasn’t open for the season (including the waterslides), so after meandering around a bit we hit up Crabby Dicks, had a round of Yeungling, and hit the road for NYC.
I was very excited to have my first celebrity sighting in New York, Steven Van Zandt of E-Street Band, the Underground Garage Radio show, and Sopranos fame. Of course, he heard me when I shouted, “Hey is that Little Stevie?!,” and he looked up and gave an ape-like expression and proceeded to lift his Polka-Dot luggage out of his car and wander up to a building across the street. I mostly recognized him because he was wearing his signature scarf around his head. He had a pretty sweet ride, complete with fuzzy dice and New Jersey plates. We also witnessed him getting a ticket for parking next to a fire hydrant, and we got some pictures of the ticket being placed on the windshield, which goes to show that Little Stevie is not above parking laws.
We also got to hang out with David T, my old bandmate from Blitzkriegbliss, David exists primarily in the Classical world these days and we got to meet some of his friends at a party in Dumbo (this is the best name for a neighborhood ever! Dumbo is an acronym for the bulky “Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass”). At said party, we got to experience the Kosher for Passover Coke-a-Cola, that I had been searching for in Boston (and by searching, I mean I perused the Passover aisles at two grocery stores and promptly gave up). Anyway, David’s friends were pretty chill and I had some neat conversations, including how I am going to make a mohito-style martini out of Catnip-and then create a master race of people spliced with feline genes so I’ll have a market to enjoy it. I also proclaimed, and I’ll admit, this pretty much went over every one’s head, that in Star Wars, during the “Luke I am your father” scene that when Darth takes off his mask, it should be James Earl Jones instead of Sebastian Shaw (I guess my theory ignores the man in the costume, David Prowse) because by the time we get to the “future” our genes will be so mingled that it wouldn’t be ridiculous for James Earl Jones to father Mark Hamill. No one agreed with me. Why I was so obsessed with genetics on Saturday remains a mystery. Here is the rooftop view of Dumbo:
After the party we crashed for three hours and then went to meet Travis and Lisa to catch the ride back to Boston. While waiting for them I spotted a Bagel place, and started saying “Gotta Getta Bagel” repeatedly, which also happened to be the name of the establishment. Now, maybe it was because I was delirious from lack of sleep, but this was the best bagel ever, and they had tofu cream cheese which was also delicious. I think I slept most of the way home, and most of the day Sunday, so that pretty much wraps up my weekend.
