Off we go once again to the town that I love. My pals Bert and Este live nearby, I get to hang out in their yard all night, and Nash and the audience have a good time.
We arrived at the club early (3 pm) because there is an opening act, and Nash wants to be sure his stage space is not compromised. Everyone on the staff remembered me from the previous visit so I got to hang out with the club crew while Nash set up.
That means we also get a dinner break with our friends and relax for a while before showtime.
I decide to stay with Este for the gig because Nash and Blue (the stage tech) will be coming back here to stay the night.
Nash has played this club before, and although the room is perfect for his show, his older audience doesn't go out to danceclubs, so the environment is foreign to them. This is NOT a rock club. This is a young persons danceclub that is hip enough to hire Nash for a different kind of show in the middle of the week. The show also has a particular energy in this room that is hard to describe. The sound is awsome. The first time we came to Club Abstract in November '98, there were only a few die-hard Nash fans.
Nash tells me that this time there was a large crowd of new and old faces. They were all impressed. The new CD is number two on the charts at the local University so Nash Thrash is spreading.
Nash has included in his set a heavy version of 21st. Century Schizoid. Man, a 30-year-old King Crimson song that makes today's 20 year olds lose their bowels! When Nash was recording this one at home, after every take I'd have to hit the balcony to relieve myself. Sorry, I just couldn't help it. This song is more dangerous than Monty Python and the World's Funniest Joke!
Nash and Blue hang out after the gig and talk to a lot of new and old proselytes. The ages vary from 20 to 50. The intelligence level of a Nash crowd has taken on a new sophistication. There are few yahoos at Nash shows.
It's three in the morning and I'm glad to see Nash when he gets "home". We fool around in the yard for a while so he can get over his guilt-trip for leaving me for so long. What a sucker.
It's noon the next day and Nash and Blue are ready to hit the road, but just to show him that I have MY friends too, I refuse to budge from under the kitchen table. Aunt Este is right beside me, there's water and food and a big back yard. Go ahead without me Nash, I'll catch up with you the next time you're in the area.
We head home in the heat of high noon. I hate this oven Nash calls a van, but it gets us safely to and from our friends in other towns and cities, and Nash gets to preach the Gospel of Thrash. The word is spreading.
p.s. Nash tells me that he's also planning some Art Shows in the near future. (giglistings)
The Gospel is Nash, not Thrash.
Listen in Safety.