The show tonight was in Caldwell, Idaho, a tiny town a ways north of Boise. I’d never been to Idaho before. I guess it’s a joke with a lot of touring bands that the state doesn’t actually exist. We played at Scott’s house.
Scott
He owns the place, but a bunch of friends and he have been working on remodeling it together. Since March they’ve set up a number of house shows there for touring bands. They’ve put in a parking lot in the front yard and a skate ramp in the enormous back yard.
A guy named Angel has been living in the basement in exchange for doing some granite work: over every available surface in the kitchen, bathroom, and the entryway from the back yard. Scott was an uber-host, got a bunch of his friends to play the show with us and provided all kinds of snacks for the guests, like champagne grapes, popcorn, fried chicken and pizza rolls. Oh and there were two birthdays and a big birthday brownie.
There were somewhere around seven acts playing tonight, as evidenced by this wall of guitars.
This young crowd in Caldwell, ID, was such a nice, attentive audience. They gave us a card that they all signed to say thank you for coming to their town. They were really into Bryan’s set.
We fell asleep in a spare room to the sound of a cheerful jam session that wound late into the night.
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