…from a show in Brooklyn! Team Pittsburgh drove through a gigantic blizzard the entire way to New York, except for the last 40 minutes, which was dry and snowless. Leaving the mobile snow globe was like taking a highway exit to another planet. Isn’t weather odd?

Speaking of odd, at Spike Hill, a very nice club, we crammed ourselves onto a long and shallow stage which smelled alternately of baking cinnamon rolls and french fries. None of the boys, however, have confirmed the odors - they could be a result of the two violent electrical shocks Megan received before and during the performance from the house amplifier she wasn’t even using! All parties agree, however, that it was an average of 85 degrees onstage.

Well, what other factoids do we have for you? It wasn’t our best show, but it wasn’t our worst, and people filled the “pass-the-hat” receptacle (not even remotely hat shaped, but “pass-the-canister” sounds a bit sinister, like a militia hideout game in which you wear a gas mask and only a few survive) with $56, which paid for our passage across the Brooklyn Bridge! Plus a few other things, I’m sure.

Joe, Steve, and Megan spent the next evening rehearsing for our stripped down Saturday Light Brigade show on February 7. For some reason, the Children’s Museum didn’t want our music in all of its guitar pedal screaming glory! But we’re excited about the acoustic arrangements of our songs, including several from “In The Impossible Tension” that you may not have heard live.

Well hello there, friends of Good Night, States!

We had a wonderful “Tiny Tour” this past weekend; here are the highlights:

• Having our Bridgeport set interrupted several times by an excitable gentleman loudly yelling out questions about our gear: “What YEAR is that GUITAR?” and “EXCUSE ME, Is THAT a SIX STRING BASS?” and “I GOT ONE A THOSE!”
• Meeting the author of our PittsburghDish.com review in person, and hearing some crazy stories about Nirvana before they were huge.  Thanks for the drinks, Drew!
• Scoring not one but TWO parking spaces directly in front of the club’s load-in door in New York City’s China Town!
• Causing great amounts of smoke and burning electronics odor to waft forth from the PA speaker at the venue in Philly.  While the sound guy scratched his head and the audience wrinkled up their noses, Joe used the break to change a string, Trevor hit the bar, Dan hid behind his drum set and Megan made a really dreadful drawing of the burning speaker in her tiny notebook.  Steve, apparently, did not do anything memorable.  But then they found a new speaker and we continued our set and afterward we made lots of new friends and drank drinks and lived happily ever after.
• Team Pittsburgh (3/5 of GN,S), grieving the Philly Eagles’ loss via the van’s radio, arrived home just in time to watch the Steelers clench a Super Bowl slot.  What a weekend!

P.S. Happy Inauguration Day!