Seattle, Ein Heit at Sit & Spin
We finally played the big Ein Heit reunion show. We played for about three hours, and, really, I'm an old man, you know? I can still go for a long time, but boy do I hurt the morning after. But that's not what's important. It was a long, enjoyable evening. Folks came in from all over the place, the Sit&Spin was filled with familiar faces. Some people practically came in their pants, others demanded their money back.

I wasn't in on the most interesting experience, which was had by those who were from Montana and who had seen Ein Heit around the time of their last show, which, Tom Kipp tells me, was around eleven years ago. Vicky said that during sound check she was watching the band play, and she said it was... odd. I can't remember what she said exactly. Sorry this is such a boring story, I'm just so damned tired I can't come up with anything interesting to say. We videotaped the performance, but it came out looking pretty shitty and sounding worse. Damn.

Okay, when in doubt, write out the set list:

Set one:

Little Sister
No Revolution
Couldn't You Wait?
Incanduce California

Set Two:

Lonesome Heart
Scruffy Tumor
Revenge (again)
Written on the Wind
Our Secret
Without Warning
Raised By Tigers
When the Levee Breaks

Encores (yes, there were still people in the room after all that):

Yen & Janet
Grotto of Miracles

And I think that's it. I'll change it if someone corrects me.

Tom Kipp made a good-sounding tape of the show, so I'll have some of the songs up for you to listen to in the next week or so.

I really am bushed. I am going to bed now. Ein Heit is doing some recording in the basement tomorrow night, so I've got to get some
sleep while I can.

I'll write more here, hopefully, if I'm inspired. Maybe I'll steal what someone else writes & put it here. That would be easier, wouldn't

Andy comes to my rescue:

Cigar story #42: Saturday at the Sit 'n Spin in downtown shitattle was the scene of yet another extra-special musical high point for me (the first being the Crust Brothers show), the Ein Heit reuinion show. Many great things happened that night, one of them involving cigars.

To make the event extra-special, a dude who works at Rich's cigar store in Portland had emailed Timmy to say that he was bringing us a present. We have given he and his girfriend so much joy through our music that he wanted to make a gesture toward returning the favor. He showed up well in advance of the announced show time and revealed to us a ziplock bag with two very large cigars in them. They were (and are) Hoyo de
Monterrey (Havana, of course) Double Coronas. Now mind you, we've been in a lot of cigar stores, but we've never even SEEN one of these suckers before, that's how rare they are. Our joy was genuine, and we appreciate these gifts all the more because they come from a guy making eight bucks an hour in a cigar store when he could sell them to corporate types for $40 per rather than handing them over to small-fry rock stars for nothing.

Mindy Schneider pitches in:

ok, underwater...what was that? It sort of scared me in a bad way.

When the Levee Breaks was basically unrecognizable, except for the Big bonham beat. Of course, the fact that the audience was beating up on items from a hardware store may have distracted from the actual melody. Somebody beating the poop out of a garbage can on stage...now that is a show!

However, Couldn't You Wait? and Our Secret and Little Sister and Grotto Of Miracles and Scrawl were fairly amazing, as was Diane (who wrote that, originally?). I think people should get together a fund to bribe Joel Phelps to play with you. (Or bribe you to play with him)

There was more movement on the stage than in any other silkworm show I have ever seen. It looked like you all liked it, and people listening really liked it, so it should happen more often.

And the editor replies:

Underwater is an old, creepy number. It was bound to scare some folks. You shoulda seen 'em run when it was played in Missoula way back when.

The show was all sorts of fun, there were large amounts of magic and thrills for the performers, and, hopefully, for the audience; and one of the reasons for all those thrills is that it was a one-of-a-kind event, and was therefore special in all sorts of ways which it would not be special in if we did it every week, or month, or year. Playing with Joel again was a hoot, and it certainly may happen again, but it would have to be under equally interesting and unique circumstances, I think, for us to all get into it again.

Oh, and Diane is by Grant Hart, it's a Hüsker Dü song.

And from Eric Hahn:

one hell of a show, definitely worth the trip from sfo. the obvious musical highlights: the old school versions of 'couldn't you wait', 'little sister', 'raised by tigers' and especially 'grotto of miracles' (to think we almost left before the encore. duh) were fantastic for this fan who never saw the quartet the first time around. although i greatly admire and enjoy the skwm mk ii version, there is an undeniable tautness and energy with joel in the band that seemed (in a revisionist historical sort of way) destined to implode. just a thought. even the ein heit tunes were cool.

anyway, surprising for a silkworm show, many of the highlights were non-musical: the stage patter from kappes (the 'are you ready to rock like it's 1983' and 'out of the closet' lines were classic); the communist propaganda; tom kipp in general; phelps' back perpetually turned to the audience; cohen's teutonic/zz top dancing style. as always, the show deftly toed the line between clever and stupid. well done.

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