Saturday got off on the good foot. Our booth set-up improved dramatically thanks to the kindness of the aforementioned gals at Ink & Toggery, who lent us a spiffy cube rack for out T-shirts! Aside from the puddin-headed R_Garcia, we were looking sharp and ready to start another day of ferocious hand-to-ear vending.
Oh! check out our ghetto engineered car stereo playback device. It was cobbled together from a few things we had laying around in the ‘workshop.’ Matt’s Macbook provided the music, and the internet was fast enough in the exhibitor room that we could stream our releases live — right from the Phitunes site. Man, we love technology!
One major difference between Friday and Saturday was that we actually didn’t sell any music until after 6:00 PM. Around 5:00 PM, we had basically resigned to call it a slow day and pack it in early, so we started drinking the hell out of our trusty handle o’ cheap vodka. However, sales picked up DRAMATICALLY when the first of the big concerts let out, and we were forced to work while “three sheets to the wind.” We are freaking professional booze-hounds, mind you, so It wasn’t that bad. At least not until…
HOLY CRAP DUBSTEP COW AND KARNOV BUM-RUSH THE BOOTH! Ladies and gentlemen, this is where everything starts getting a little crazy-go-nuts. Randy, feeling energized by the rush at the booth. and having had a few too many, decided to dance — while Matt, also having had a few too many, decided to play a FILTHY dubstep set. A few minutes into the set, someone we came to know only as “Dubstep Cow” heard the dirty bass in the distance and started wobbling her way over. Everything was relatively under control until OUT OF NOWHERE comes freaking Karnov. Hell yes! We got down hard! Do you see this Atlanta? KARNOV. Game, set, match.
But wait… it’s not over yet! Let us tell you about how we met Duke F*cking Nukem. Sometime in the early night hours, around 10pm or so, Randy was interfering with progress over at the Demi Designz booth, when a seemingly drunken stranger approached him from the side and asked “Can I Lean on You?” To which Randy replied by singing Bill Withers’ classic tune “Lean on Me.” Almost at once, the bystanders joined in and many camera flashes began popping around the fiasco. Randy looked to his left and realized the man he was singing with was none other than Jon St. John, the hallowed voice of Duke Nukem!
Saturday ended in complete disintegration. We watched a good bit of Protomen’s performance of ACT 2. At some point we ended up in the Jamroom, a 24-hour improv music space where folks can unwind musically. There was some funk played, and a gabber version of the Tetris theme. Everything was blurring together, much as it is now. Matt passed out in a captain’s chair, mouth agape and Randy played Galaga until he got the high score. At the end of the night, we somehow landed safely in our hotel room, with some delicious foot-long subs from the 7-11 in hand. Also, we didn’t have to use our A-K, which is the true mark of any “good day”
