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9/12/2005

BEAUMONT, TX 9.10.05

This show was just plain weird. Weird in a very entertaining way.

First of all, this was a 9/11 show held on 9/10. Huh? But wait, it gets better. It was supposed to be indoors but the venue was turned into an evacuee shelter. So we played next door at a massive 15,000 capacity outdoor ampitheatre instead. Amazing facility. Great sound. Good line-up. But things can always go wrong - even in the best situation.


1000 tickets were pre-sold, but because of thunder storms and the change of venue only about 200 people ventured out to the show. The two side stages were rained out and 47 independent bands slated for the festival had to be whittled down a bit and then the remainder thrown into the main stage rotation through-out the day. There wasn't enough time for everyone to get their promised set lengths so label artists cut their sets and independent artists played only two songs each. I felt horrible for guys who drove long distances to play longer sets for big crowds but wound up playing eight minutes for 200 people with no time for a soundcheck.

I got to see Paul Colman play again, taking the opportunity to grab a picture of him in action. He stopped in the middle of his song and asked me to get one of his "good" side. Thunderous laughter from the small crowd. Ok, a smattering of laughter.










The Swift, friends Brian and I made on our trip to El Salvador, rocked out with their cross between Weezer and Ben Folds pop. They (pictured here with Brian and on stage) piano-rocked the crowd just after One Bad Pig, a middle-aged punk outfit from the eighties reuniting for a few shows this year, awed the crowd with tight power punk and a dive from the drum riser into a swimming pool filled with ice cream. "The world is like an ice cream sundae. It's all gonna melt someday!" they shouted again and again. Not sure why one decides to incorporate large amounts of dairy desserts into one's show but some things are meant to be enjoyed and not judged. Ashamedly, I did like it. I bow before the legends and inventors of 80s Christian punk.

The sound company was truly horrible, mistreating the promoter, trying to pick a fight with Brian, and walking off from the main board randomly and not returning for long periods of time. I was ready to start my set, for instance, but instead sat on the edge of the stage talking to the "crowd" while waiting for the sound man to finish his smokie-treat and return to work. Never seen anything like this before. The production crew's juvenile apathy and the other hurdles of the day eventually led to a minor emotional meltdown by the promoter and his team. Understandable. It's not easy being a promoter, especially of a show this large. Add bad help to the mix and it would force anyone into the fetal position in search of a happy place. Paul prayed with the promoter and encouraged him to go on with the show, telling him we'd get through this together. His charisma and pastoral gifts came in handy, saving the day perhaps.

And we did go on. Every band got to play eventually, we weren't rained out and great music and relationships were made - along with sundaes of unusual size. (below)


16 Comments:

Blogger Mustard Packet Pelter said...

*points and screams* IT'S UNCLE BRIAN!!!!

9/12/2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love your blog, but I am going blind reading it - like to see a different background - or at least more contrast. Thanks -

9/12/2005  
Anonymous lc said...

gian sundae mhmm:)

9/12/2005  
Blogger GrovesFan said...

The giant sundae sounds messy to say the least. I hope you're not planning on introducing it at the Grand Forks show! Not sure it would go over well in ND in the winter time! We might be able to arrange potatoes or cream of wheat though!

Beth

9/12/2005  
Blogger Shaun Groves said...

A giant bowl of malt-o-meal might work...

9/12/2005  
Blogger GrovesFan said...

OK, I'll see what I can do.

Beth

9/12/2005  
Blogger Shaun Groves said...

Changed the color of the text here. Is that better for you anonymous? Anyone like it better the other way? Anyone not tell the difference?

SG

9/12/2005  
Blogger Mustard Packet Pelter said...

Okay now I'm going blind Shaun that's really bright white. What'd you do wash it in that new Clorox bleach?

9/12/2005  
Blogger *The Blogstar said...

Beaumont is a strange place. Spent a month there one day.
CJ
*Blogstar

9/12/2005  
Blogger Magnanimity said...

I didn't write the comment on the font color...but, YES!!! MUCH better now. (That quick response from your on their feet support people, unlike the gig aforementioned! Good sound people are GOLD.)

Hmmm. Note: Your sidebar has dropped--NO, not sideburns...sideBAR.

Great to see how God has refreshed your spirit after coming back from oversees, feeling "itchy" and having opportunities to have impact so quickly with national emergencies here in the US. You've been filled and refueled -- the energy is back here anyway.

God did all that. He's kind of cool.

Blessings--

9/12/2005  
Blogger Toby said...

I love One Bad Pig. Their song "six" (Isaiah 6) was probably one of the first songs to impact me spiritually, and if you've never seen the album, I Scream Sunday it is a great album for word play. How can you not appreciate:

Moday I mourn the world in pain
Tuesday's tears fall like bitter rain
Wednesday I whisper a prayer in grief
Thursday I thirst for some relief
Friday finds me on my face
Saturday sees me cry for grace
I SCREAM SUNDAY

BTW, great picture of Kosher, Shaun, but I'm sorry the Beamont gig wasn't upto the billing. Did it feel anything like show at Mary Hardin-Baylor in Belton a few years back?

9/13/2005  
Blogger Ray Callahan said...

It's a pitty when the production crew can't get their act together. For over 15 years I toured with a Sound Company in the Northeast. Worked with a lot of secular bands. Back then, before sobriety and the Lord I still treated artists as just that, artists.
Today I use the skills I learned as a Retention Specialist at my work and I'm lucky enough to mix the praise band at our church in Coral Springs, FL and record our youth as they work on honing their musical skills.
There is never a justified reason to mistreat anyone. We'll have to pray for the sound company. It's about all we can do at this point.

9/13/2005  
Anonymous Jess :) said...

Paul Colman is a funny guy. I got to see him in concert here in Perth, Western Australia.

Sorry the sound company was dodge. It's great when people manage to do their job properly but so annoying when they don't.

9/13/2005  
Anonymous keith said...

I didn't notice the font color change.

9/13/2005  
Blogger Shaun Groves said...

It went from gray to white.

9/13/2005  
Anonymous keith said...

Yeah. When you mentioned it, I could tell, but only when it was brought to my attention. I guess I like the gray better, but like I said...

9/14/2005  

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