The second day of 35 Denton started slow between five o'clock traffic and and value menu Taco Bell. We arived around Seven o'clock with nothing to do until 11:30. We walked around, noticed the audio diarrhea coming off the main stage, and in general got our barings. During this we met some random art and multi media students who smoked and drank us out while watching our own DVD. It was like a neurotic enema. After conversations about bi-planes and scaring them with noise music and learning about the Mary Chain's visa problems we slumped back to the club bummed about absent Scots.
We originally planned on covering Sleep-Over, a group neither of us has really payed much attention too, but we ended up bailing after the apocalyptic-horror-music-aportion that was the first act. I'm not really into -house anything anyway.
After some very un-sober dialogue about respectful distances and the inevitable roman-esque fall of American society inspired by and based on the shamble-ear-rape we had just experienced we took off to our last and final stop of the night a full hour and forty five minutes early. Thank God for $2 slices at Mellow Mushroom.
The first act we experienced at Mellow seemed, again, to prove our own apocalyptic hypothesis. Needless to say it wasn't our thing. I aborted to the bathroom to get away from the mediocre seeping off the stage and splash some water in my face, still dizzy from the Jim Bean and Kush, when randomly I saw Daniel Francis Doyle seemingly doing the same thing- texting on his phone. I unashamedly introduced myself and let him know of our mutual aquaintences. He was very polite and interested, especially for a bathroom stall conversation. I bugged out after giving him a DVD and found a comfy stall to sit in to roll my eyes at the performace on stage and when some thought all was lost Daniel Francis Doyle started to set up. Boasting a backing band, instead of his one man show, I knew I was in for the first positive musical experience of the night. DFD began to play, channeling Roy Orbison and everything good about Modest Mouse filling the room with positive vibes. It was definitely a different experience than his one man show, but having a backing band lets the audience focus on the superb songwriting and lyrical meloncholy that define DFD's music instead of focusing on the spectacle of a one man show.
Even if tonight was mostly a bummer, except for the free intoxicants and the solid performance by DFD, we still have high hopes for Tomorrow, pun intended.