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Lesa and I drove down on Friday night to get a jump on the weekend and to try and make a teeny vacation out of it. We got a hotel suite with enough room for the whole band that was within walking distance of the Squealing Pig.

That first night, we DID walk into town and it was pretty nice. We passed an outdoor party where a band was playing a very slow version of La Bamba and we ended up getting a nice but pricey meal at a restaurant on Commercial Street.

The next day, though, during which we originally had hoped to spend some time at the water's edge, we woke up to find rain streaking sideways past the hotel window. If it was just regular rain, we could have still walked into Commercial Street with umbrellas but this rain and wind was left over from a hurricane, the kind that laughs at umbrellas and then whips them apart. So, we got in the car and drove aimlessly until we found a breakfast place that was good.

Then we drove more, at times the rain was so hard that traffic had to slow almost to a stop, at other times there was no precipitation at all. So, what can you do on the Cape when you can't be outside and all the movie theatres are guarenteed to be over crowded? You go to the Cape Cod Mall. Ok.

There was some good people watching there and a I ate a sandwich from Au Bon Pan (french for we-no-longer-have-that-awesome-boursin-cheese-spread-that-we-used-to).

Later that night we met the rest of the band and Ahbi at The Squealing Pig where we enjoyed a complimentary dinner, took a short walk, and then loaded in. The show was fun. The first Fawns set was a little tough because people were still milling in and out and things didn't start to really pick up until partway through the first SFTD set.

Then suddenly the room was jam-packed full. There were some dancers and there were some guys standing inches away from the band (one was so close that I had to push him away so he wouldn't step on Lesa's drink or my effects pedals).

The Pig shows are funny. The majority of the people aren't really listening at all, but they enjoy the music that's screaming at them over the conversations. Some people sit and very concentratedly watch the band. Others dance. All of them applaud raucously at the end of each song.

One woman told me that I reminded her a little of David Byrne and that our music was optimistic and was the best that she had ever heard in Provincetown. Another woman had just gotten married that day and a big chunk of the wedding party was there taking pictures of each other. She bought a New You (the first to be sold at a show) and had us all sign it. She said that Los Angeles (where she lives) needs some bands more like us.

After the show we all headed back to the hotel and watched Tony flip through the channels on the TV before falling asleep. In the morning Tony, Max, and Brian snuck off early and Lesa and I visited a few friends and then had a leisurely and traffic-filled ride home.

Brian Says: Maybe it was the sudden shift to cool weather. Or the fact that because of the bad sound and scant crowd (at first) I had to play 3 1/2 sets of pop using hot rods (a drag, unless I'm playing in a mellow envornment). Or that I suspect that for 3/4 of the night my backing vocals were coming through the monitors only. Or that the din of the crowd at times matched the volume of the band. Or that I knew this was Max's last P-town show.

All these things...and it wasn't the best of P-town shows. Still, I tried to rock and played adventurously, because I felt like no one could hear the drums anyway. May as well try new things.

One thing, though--Ahbi sez Brad sez the Squealing Pig's burgers are awesome--and I agree.

And the Pig staff are the nicest.

Ning, it always seems we get good weather the day after the show. My fave P-town memory is actually the ride home from the show in March (?) where it was like the first warm day of the year, and screaming down 495 in the rented SUV rockin' to the Rio like it was the first day one of our friends got their licence and so now we were young and free. Spring'll spring that on ya.

Except when I was a teen, SUV and MP3 weren't part of the lexicon.

I also liked the day after the summer show, because A+I got to take a beach stroll on a suny day, whereas all out planned beach days often are cloudy.

Max was a great guy to ride shotgun for. The Subaru rocked with a 1/4 iPod, 3/4 Rio mix (his battery faded). Then we listened to those Sox play horrible baseball.