Weren't we just here? Back to the northeast for a two more gigs.
Friday: Montclair, New Jersey. We flew into LaGuardia, hopped in the van, and headed to west.
The Wellmont Theater: never been here before. It's a humungous cavern of a room, originally constructed in the 1920s as a movie house.
Overall, a pretty decent show. We had four or five hundred people show up, which is always encouraging in a new market. The sound was a little weird because of the reflections of the room. No major musical disasters, though.
Saturday: Off to the Hamptons. The drive from New Jersey to eastern Long Island took much, much longer than you'd think--even on a Saturday.
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The gig was easy. Early in the gig, we were asked to stop playing because everyone was already on the dance floor and no one was eating!
Our performance in the second set was particularly energetic, fueled by one of the guest's claim that he Jimmy Fallon (huge yacht rock fan) was "just down the street" and might come by. I'm not sure how true that was, but it definitely made us play with more energy.
We drove away from the venue at 1 AM, headed all the way back across the island to our hotel rooms in Queens. Ouch. In bed at 4 AM...
Sunday: ...and up at 8 AM to make our flight home. I slept like a dead guy on the plane.
