Today is day two of our giant west coast tour. Giant, meaning a month. Giant, also being a word I am using because I never want it to end and am already feeling like it’s about to be over.
Yesterday we drove 6 hours from Cincinnati to Davenport- a cute little town in Iowa right on the Mississippi river. I am naming the part of town we were in The Davenport Bar District, because there were impressivly 9 bars within a 2 block radius. Daisy, Rachelle, and I caught a sunset on the river, and then headed over to play our show at The Village Theatre. The Village Theatre is a multi functional space owned by a really neat woman named Chris. The space is huge, and kind of feels like a cross between an old masonic lodge and a medium sized theater.
La Historia from Rockford started the evening off with some high energy indie rock. They were followed by Bob Bucko Jr. Bob always puts on innovative improvised sets. One thing I really dig about his music is his use of vocal improv. Bob somehow managed to come up with catchy and insanely quirky hooks on the spot, with lyrics that were both engaging and bizarre. My favorite part of his set was actually at the end of it. He was strumming his guitar so hard that a string snapped off. Instead of changing it, he looked at the crowd, dead pan, and plucked every single other string off of his guitar like he was plucking feathers off of a bird. Then he said, “Well! I guess that’s the end of my set!”, and walked off stage. If cello strings didn’t cost about 110 dollars a set, I would totally steal this trick and do it at the end of every show.
The band after us was called Mountain Swallower. They were local to Davenport and had a super fun fanbase that danced and moshed so hard to their tunes that you’d think the world was ending. There was a robot and a man in a chicken suit that danced in the crowd as well. A+ Davenport.
This was such an unexpectedly cool evening. The show was put on by Mahaffey and Moeller- a power booking duo in the area that puts on incredible shows every Monday. Just want to throw a huge thanks out there to both of them, and also to Chris (the owner and creative mind behind The Village Theater), and Bob Bucko Jr. for hooking us up with such a fun evening.
After the show, we headed out to drive partway to Omaha..and ran into one of the largest wonders of the modern world: The (‘self proclaimed’) World’s Largest Truck Stop. We saw the signs, and didn’t believe it…The World’s Largest Truck Stop? And on our route to Omaha? How could we be so lucky? So we stopped off and saw it for our own eyes. It was huge, and stocked with weird life sized stuffed animals, knick knacks that someone somewhere must want, and odd machines that smash pennies down to long ovular souvenirs.
We crashed shortly after, because seeing such glorious world famous sites can be exhausting.