FLICK shows up at CJ’s Landing right after CRACK leaves. They sound good, as is to be expected at this point. Everyone in the crowd loves them. Damn, they rock. They are better than SOULCRACKER in every possible way. Except for the syphilis. But that’s something totally different.
Chimene has met some millionaire (who decided he would rather his face be blurred out), and he’s buying her drinks in the hotel bar. The other girls come down and convince him to let them play a private show for him up in their room. He ends up paying them $250 (which is more than the other bands made at their shows), and they actually sound pretty good unplugged. Amanda’s voice is really nice when she doesn’t have to scream into a microphone. She has good pitch and her voice has a nice timbre. Color me impressed! Now that I look at Mr. Millionaire again, he kind of resembles that guy who married Darva Conger, but I can’t really tell because of that damn blob over his face. Oh, well. I guess we’ll never know.
SOULCRACKER’s playing their second show of the evening over at Nine Lives. Whatever. They don’t make any money from the door. Good, I say, good. Let them fail.
What’s that smell? It smells kinda like…like…merch!!!
FLICK -- $90
HARLOW -- $30
CRACK -- $390. Dammit.
The next morning (Saturday, the last day to book shows), HARLOW receives room service from their millionaire friend in the hotel. Dude, he seriously sent them one of everything on the menu. They have so much food. I’m kind of hungry. Mmm, food. They’re psyched, man. They chow down pretty hard and look really satisfied. I am so jealous. Note to self: make friends with a millionaire or two.
Bob is talking some trash about how AP and Sutton don’t get along. Sutton: “Dude, I’ll pack the gear and you guys sell CDs, I just don’t care.” AP: “I think if everyone in this band gave it their all, we’d be unstoppable.” Dude, you already are, so get off it already. Jesus. You’re such an ass, AP. The whole “go-getter” deal is not even getting old anymore. It’s been six feet under for weeks, so let it go. Spazz.
FLICK is playing another show, and Brandin starts to talk about the camaraderie between the members of FLICK. “I feel closer to them than I ever have before. That’s winning.” Dude, totally. As we listen to them play, we see a montage of all the FLICK guys giving each other hugs and fivers and cheers and such. I wish I were in FLICKERSTICK. I could play the MPC2000. Or the triangle. Either one, really. I just wanna be down.