THE MIMETIKS

five days on the road is no picnic. i’m not sure how we did it before. but somehow even with only two people we mananged to take up nearly every ounce of space in my car. maybe it was the half-giant bottle of makers, or the box of cigars or my extra pair of sixe 15 sneakers. don’t know.

but the crowning moment of the trip was last friday’s gig at Colby college in the quiet night of things. while we have a bunch of original material from the other band our goal was to have a nice new concert by the time we got to colby. through a series of long car conversations and on-the-way writing sessions we managed to to write something like three new songs by friday afternoon at 4pm — when we landed in maine.

the road to maine was… decidedly treacherous. there were many traps and snares along the way. fortunately nothing that booze and smoke can cure and a night on a somewhat petrified hotel bed with the heater going full-tilt boogie. the gig itself was a success. i’m not sure how much of a success but no one left angry, dissatisfied, or hell-bent on suicide so…

apparently you can still smoke in hotel rooms in Maine (and godblessthemforit) and that — we did. shapel, his friend (now our friend) andrew, kyle, and i. though the clock would read 8 when the good shipMimetik would make ready to sail once again. all was tied down by 4am and the darkness passed over us.

it rained as we left colby. it rain in New Hampshire as we ate out deli sandwhich lunches. it stopped for a time in Amherst where i left kyle with his sister. it rained on the way out of Mass and all the way down I-87 from Albany to Catskill. then it stopped and the clouds grew darker, but higher and let in a corona of white sunlight… and the windpicked up.. .and it was very bizarre to say the least. so naturally i played a five hour (or was it SIX?!!) gig with pamela pentony at the scribner hollow lodge in Hunter, NY. ate about a pound of some delicious venison and went to sleep before i realized it was daylight savings… i assure you.

the shipMimetik put up her sails in brooklyn on sunday afternoon. kyle came in on a life raft some hours later… and the rest is hardly history. and barely worth mentioning.

thank you colby. for the oohs, the ahhs, the applause, and flattering our tender egos with your request for an encore. we shan’t forget you.

akie