So, we didn't really see much band travel, but we're in P-burgh now. It's Friday. Two days until showtime.
SOULCRACKER goes straight to Rosebud, the club they're playing with DODES. FLICKERSTICK, however, goes straight to Cahoot's, the hotel bar. Real shocker, that. Anyway, they meet some hotshot who's holding a convention next door, and he wants them to set up and play. FLICKERSTICK can't just accept money, so they have people just buy CDs and other merchandise. Amanda comes down to the bar, and Fletcher blabs about the spontaneous gig. Brandin is pissed: "Fletcher sometimes reveals information we don't want others to know." Brandin's worried about revealing their "tactics." Brandin, your only "tactic" is booze and rock. You don't need Pythagoras to figure that one out. Dominic brings up Survivor. Come on, dude. This show is nothing like that.
Time for a break. That commercial with the grandpa meeting his grandbaby for the first time is really cute. Aw.
FLICKERSTICK is rocking the convention (which is being held to honor transmission rebuilders), and they are well received. Cory and Brandin give some props to Rex, who during the performance is flipping and flopping around the floor and totally rocking out. Dude, you know what? For right now, Rex is totally redeemed. I can't hate anyone who rocks that hard. Plus he makes a really funny comment about how all the guys at the convention are buying these CDs for their daughters and sons, and "when they get home they're gonna say 'Who the hell is this? Come on, Dad!'" Heh. Anyway, they make $800. Not terribly shabby.
DODES decides to play at Cahoot's Bar. They only play a couple of songs, but the thirty- and forty-somethings really dig it. They sell some merchandise and can now kick back a little.
Back upstairs at the hotel, HARLOW is giving FLICKERSTICK shit because of the whole "joint effort thing," and they're pissed that FLICK didn't include them in their mini-gig downstairs. Whatever, Rebecca. They drank beer with the right people. What did you do? Huh? Brandin: "I think they were a little bit jealous because we got a bit of a head start." True. I with you, B.
Okay, so SOULCRACKER goes to a dance club to play an acoustic set. Bob is vexed: "As soon as they turned off the techno and we started to play, everybody left." Dude, that's because they were there to hear techno and not your shitty band. And stop assuming that just because people don't like your music means they're stupid. In fact, it's probably quite the contrary, so shut up, Bob.