A month ago Evasive Backflip went on a short jaunt to the coast of east. We stopped briefly in Pittsburgh, Baltimore, New Brunswick, Brooklyn, and Queens. We didn’t die. We did play music.
Yuppies.
Spun out
They had this light up in the corner-
They had some nice lights. Oh and they let us stay at their apartment. So, that was nice.
New Brunswick. Pussy Pad. Little Basement. Big Sound.
Disjointed. Chaotic. Abstracted. Noise. The single voice breaks through.
Long big room. We played//They played//
Bodies. Lots of bodies.
There we stand/on side o’ road/Brooklyn, for the night, we call home
Chicago – Haki slips in and out of the noise. In the big box. In the Flowershop
Red light on the window sill illuminates the room. “This jukebox ate my bills, man!”
We were on tour. They now are on tour. Small world
The Flowershop. Close to YC
We played this stage
-it changed colors.
under the influential
There was karaoke across the hall. People like singing.
Shadows and lines. Church maybe?
More picturesque than Chicago’s
They’ve got these three story houses. Narrow and long. They’ve got row houses, too.
Late night cigarettes. Basketball hoops
‘He kind of looks like Hendrix’ I’ve always thought it.
