For quite some time it’s been my dream vacation to follow a band around for a multi-show run. There’s something fascinating in experiencing the same show night after night to appreciate the nuances between them. How do the performers change bouncing from city to city? Do the different crowds offer different vibes to what seems like a repeat performance? How does my participation vary after seeing the same show a few times consecutively?
In October, I followed Coast Modern up California’s Interstate 5 for four shows starting in San Diego and ending in San Francisco. My original plan was to document the trip as it happened. What better way to get the touring feel than to bust out blogs in between shows. Uh…here we are over a month later and I’m finally getting my shit together. What happened you ask? I got a taste of that touring life and it pretty much kicked my ass. Between driving, getting settled into the new city, visiting with friends, completing the pre-concert ritual, and drinking heavily, there was little time left after enjoying the show. Not a bad deal, right? And after returning home, keying down, suffering through my post concert depression, and regular life duties, I’m finally ready to write about each city and my #CoMoTripn experience. (Yep, you can check out the hashtag on Twitter to see the details when I remembered to add the hashtag.)
San Diego took fourteen hours of drive time from my small Oregon town. Don’t worry, I stopped overnight at my parents’ home in Bakersfield and had to explain twenty times why I was traveling 1800 miles for a band. I also caught lunch with my sister in Orange County on my second day’s travel and tortured my teenage nephew with Snap Chat selfies. By the time I pulled into San Diego, I was exhausted and only had a couple hours before starting my concert ritual. No time for sight-seeing, beach-walking, or sun-soaking. Instead, I started my cocktail a little earlier than usual and enjoyed the calm.
Lucky for me, a lovely lady name Nerdeebirdee (who I met after battling it out on Dreamers TunesSpeak contest) agreed to meet up with me to catch her first Coast Modern show. She picked me up, I gave her some cookies, and we headed over to the venue with a packed bakery box for Coast Modern. As I’ve explained before, treat box delivery is not for the faint of heart. You get to hold the ten pound box while you try to flag someone down or talk a security guard into taking it inside. While in line, I had a minor meltdown when my electronic ticket didn’t work. Panic took over as we were only a few minutes from doors opening. Nerdeebirdee agreed to hold the box while I went to the box office to figure out what the hell? (Can you feel the panic in my voice? Lucky for me no one I know witnessed my increased hysteria and sliding my phone under the bulletproof glass to the chick to prove my ticket didn’t work.) After a few frazzled moments, I had a ticket in hand. When I got back in line the box was gone and we were ready for our security pat down. Who knew San Diego was such a rough place? I didn’t even know venues still did this. And this rub was not shy. Good thing they checked under my bra because who knows what I could’ve been carrying in it. Spoiler alert: they’re boobs. After getting all up in there, confiscating Nerdeebirdee’s Polaroid camera, we were finally able to head to the front for our barrier spot.
While I’d made great promises about not drinking at the San Diego show, it didn’t hold up. Although this was the least intoxicated I’ve ever seen a show, I did need a little courage juice to meet so many new people. I was fortunate to meet some Twitter friends. The lovely mother/daughter team, 1975mom and Darby Days, were front row with sunflowers in hand for Coast Modern.
I also chatted up everyone around me and helped encourage some new fans. Here are some of the lovelies who agreed to follow the #CoMo gents on social media.
Don’t even think I would consider skipping over my gazillion show pictures. It’s such a great time watching Coast Modern perform. They even threw in a twist during Hollow Life where Luke and the bassist switch sides and instruments to finish the song. When I can get a clear shot in between their constant movement, they’re stunning. So expressive and engaged in the moment. Complete fun to watch. Don’t believe me? Check it out:
After Coast Modern’s performance, I gave up my barrier spot for the die hard Temper Trap fans. It’s a crime to have such a position if you don’t know every song. The front should be shared with the people who adore the band the most. So I bow out and head back to the merchandise table. Once again, Coast Modern was gracious with their time between the sets. They chatted with people, signed set lists, and posed for photos. I checked back in with the ladies I met before the show. Each told me how much they like the performance and meeting the band afterwards. New fans committed.
After Temper Trap wrapped up, the venue had a weird line up thing to get to the merch table. It snaked to the back wall with Temper Trap fans. My lovely date Nerdeebirdee stuck around to get some pictures, pick up the merchandise I bought earlier in the night, and retrieve her camera. Special shout out to Nerdeebirdee for being such a champ with my crazy all night!
By 12:30am, I was back in my hotel and prepping for the next day’s travel. It took me a good two hours to calm down before falling asleep. As usual when I go to shows, the sleep was brief. I was back up by at 5:30am to return messages confirming for everyone the first show was as spectacular as I knew it would be.