Behind the black door, St. Vitus awaits

Boy, that sounded ominous, didn’t it? Geez, I kinda creeped myself out a little there. Those could be some new lyrics… hmm. Sorry, I got off track there. Already! So, kiddies, how has everyone been? I don’t care. Shh. The clamoring for news from Brooklyn hasn’t gone unnoticed, I assure you. As I’m sure you could imagine in the depths of your little blinking, beeping robot brains, Brooklyn was full of intrigue and wonder. Mostly because it was a wonder we found a good place to park our behemoth RV.

Getting into the city is always an adventure in something as large as what we’re driving. Lots of one-way streets, double parked cars with their hazards on, tight turns, and tunnels that are off limits to an RV with propane tanks on board. Luckily, the shows have all been fairly close together on this first part of the tour, so we’re never rushed for time.

I have to say, driving around NYC is so cool, everything you see is some kind of landmark or familiar sight from a movie, tv show, documentary about hookers, etc. Of course, the stress of navigating the U.S.S. Facemelter on the streets is a bit stressful. Eventually we got really lucky and found a delicious slice of curb near a park, only a block from St. Vitus. It was so quiet we were a little thrown, to be honest.

Not long after we got there, we saw Steve, Fates Warning’s driver, circling the block in their giant bus. It’s as long as our RV PLUS our trailer, and it’s just one piece so it’s even tougher to navigate. I mean, he’s a pro driver, so don’t cry for him, Argentina.

He pulled up behind us, and we cooked up a devious plan. We could go load into the venue, sitting in the bus stop in front of it, and Steve would put down some traffic cones to hold our parking spot. It worked flawlessly. Once back there, we had two giant busses all nice and cozy in a quiet section of Brooklyn. It was about 10x better than any scenario that I had played out in my head. So that was a good start to the night.

As for the venue, this place had at least as much character as any of the others we’ve been in, maybe more. However, it was different character since it was about the size of my bathroom at home. Ok, I exaggerate, but only slightly. It was the size of my living room. Whatever, leave me alone, I didn’t take a tape measure in there with me for crying out loud. So anyway, the only sign that this place exists from the street is a black door. No sign, nothing. It’s actually kinda cool. One of those places that everyone just knows is there.

Behind the Black Door

Behind the Black Door

See! There's a sign.

See! There’s a sign.

Once you’re inside, it’s got a creepy underground evil metal vibe. Fun stuff as long as you’re into spinal piercing, Satan worship and clogging. But even if you’re not, it’s a fun Halloween-y kinda joint.

The stage was a bit cramped for us, which was difficult, but we always make it fun no matter what’s thrown at us. Especially if what’s thrown at us are clowns. I swear, sometimes this tour diary just writes itself. I’m just along for the ride.

GRANDMAAAAA!!!

GRANDMAAAAA!!!

Here’s an interesting little tidbit for you tidbit lovers. By the way, that’s creepy. The rest of the non-tidbit-loving world wanted me to tell you. Getting all romantic with tidbits. *shudder* ANYWAY, Pat and I found a cool little place called Milk and Roses about 100 feet from St. Vitus, and decided to have some dinner.

It was the most romantic setting I’ve probably ever seen. And since neither of us had our wives along on tour, we decided to order some food and stare lovingly into each others eyes. You know, until things got super uncomfortable about 30 minutes in. I mean, at that point, should you be the one to break off the stare first? Eventually it just devolves into this epic battle of wills/staring contest that can’t possibly end well. So, to make a long story short, after we got thrown out for fighting and breaking shit, we went back to the venue, hand in hand, like gentlemen.

Romantic setting for dinner and epic battle of wills

Romantic setting for dinner and epic battle of wills

Next up, Amityville! You just know that’s going to be good. Until then, my metallic friends!

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Oct 9 – The Webster Theater – Hartford CT
Oct 10 – The Palladium – Worcester MA
Oct 11 – The Chance Theater – Poughkeepsie NY
Oct 13 – St. Vitus – Brooklyn NY
Oct 14 – Club Revolution – Amityville NY
Oct 16 – Token Lounge – Detroit MI
Oct 17 – Reggie’s – Chicago IL
Oct 18 – Agora Theater – Cleveland OH
Oct 20 – McGarvey’s Bar – Altoona PA
Oct 21 – Oddbody’s – Dayton OH