Not sure what prompted you to tell that story, but I enjoyed it!

One of the things I regret about never being musical is that I don't have that kind of story to tell. Plenty of road trips to SEE bands, but never to BE the band. Sounds like your gig was a washout, but at least the day ended right.

As I recall it, the pledges were playing "TNT" by ACDC -- over and over again. Tee Enn Tee. Oy. Oy. It's dy-na-mite.

I slept on two chairs pushed together in some abandoned room. I remember I also lifted a stray frat-related t-shirt from the laundry room as a souvenir. Maybe it was the bathroom. Whatever. It was clean.

I wasn't alone in my theft. The Grateful Dead cover band went home with some trippy tapestries that the frat had put up around the stage.

On the way there, an Ohio cop pulled me over because my car was piled so high with equipment I couldn't see out the rearview mirror. We were about 20 minutes from Denison when it happened. I had just made a U-turn, I think. The cop let us go with a warning and more accurate directions.

The pig was pretty damn good. The sleet and the snow sucked. The reggae band was very generous.

On a side note, Denison Jeff's wife helped me get my first job as a reporter in DC. I'm not sure if I should hurt her or thank her.

Okay, okay, okay... The trip sucked. None of us even got laid... Which I guess is not entirely shocking, as we never really got laid because of the band in the first place. I just thought Ohio girls -- mid-western girls for god's sake -- would be easier. Nope.

On the bright side, I was not the one complaining of having "cold hands."

Also, the weed was pretty good.

Wow - until now I had forgotten all about that trip. Thanks.
FYI - the reggae band's name was Satta ("Are you Satta-sfied!?" If I thought about it long enough, I could probably recall the Deadheads' name too - I believe it's ripped from GD lyrics (surprise).

But lets not forget about the great Battle in the Bowl - that lameass battle o' bands where we met our "manager", who in my opinion contributed significantly to the demise of the band. I recall that there was a makeshift stage built into the side of a hill, and the bowl was actually a dried up pond. I also recall all of us being smashed when we played (how atypical) - thinking we had plenty of time to unwind since we were scheduled to play late in the lineup, but then a last minute change resulted in us playing much earlier - and since we were hammered, we were pumped and readily agreed. Prior to playing, we had been chatting w/ Phil (who would soon be our manager). Good thing we got to chat w/ him 'cause we SUCKED that day, but he liked us & needed a band to represent ('cuz his heavy metal cover band he was repping had recently fired his lame ass). So we WON... the preliminary round.
So back to the bowl the following weekend. Same drill - we're going last... chug, chug, chug... "hey wait a minute, our band has the biggest following here at the bowl, and we have big hair and leather, so we get to go last"... hem n haw n hem n haw... "hey Inco's - you guys wanna play??"... "SURE! We're DRUNK and would LOVE to play!!!! We're so gonna rock!"

Needless to say, we sucked again. Most memorable point in the show (albeit vague) had something to do w/ a pumpkin & some beer bottles. Makeshift redneck bowling. Anyway - the bottles got smashed, and the pumpkin broke into bits & pieces, and while we were playing these little kids were jumping on, picking up, squeezing, and throwing the pumpkin bits at each other - funny to watch you'd think, but add it the shards of glass which had become stuck into all of the pumpkin bits - and those darn kids just kept hucking them at each other, grinning and laughing - each of them missing at least one visible tooth. I'll bet they're still missing teeth to this day.

And then there was the time we played in Reading PA at some bar that had a hotel next door that was a series of train cars. Oh, and there was a really bad blizzard on the way. Yep - about 10 inches had fallen by the time we finished playing. We had been offered a room at the hotel, but we decided to drive home anyway- i think it took about 3 hours.

Oh, and there's the time we played in Brooklyn. We rented a van so we could all drive up together (w/ a few groupies) and Carl wrecked it pulling out of the parking lot of the rental place. We made it to the gig & had a great show - that band with the dude who played the chains and his head and pounded on other things - they were cool. Can't remember their name, but I think Carl has their tape.

Funny - thinking back on all of it - I really wouldn't change a thing.

BTW - aren't we due for a re-re-re-re-reunion show??

Greg

I thought we were pretty good at the first round of the Battle of the Bands. The second round, yeah, we were drunk and really sloppy, and I did hurl a pumpkin of the edge of the bowl/stage.

I'm pretty sure the gig where it snowed after was in Scranton/Wilkes-Barres. And YOU, Greg, only wanted to go home that night to see your giiiiiiiiiiirlfriend, when any sane person would have spent the night.

The band we shared a gig with in Brooklyn was called Triple Forbidden Taboo. They did rock, and I do have their tape.

How about all those basement party's at Brad's (soon to be Greg's place)? You gotta love living in a house where you have to LOCK the door to your room... I seem to recall some pretty packed (for a basement) shows and remember playing naked and lifting my bass up to flash some girls. I think Greg got the best shot from the rear. No pun intended.

I agree that Phil helped to kill the band, but I also think that living in a slum while working crappy jobs (Greg was the exception)helped.

I do miss drinking 40's, ADP and free tacos at Chi Chi's.

My my my, the memories.....What good times, although I wasn't around for the Denison show, or the blizzard, or the battle of the bands, but I was there for Brooklyn and it was awesome. Carl wrecked the van at the visitors center up the road, cause he got turned around and heading the wrong direction to get to James St. I think we all probably owe him money yet for that....

We should seriously consider a get together of the band and family next year or 2006, which will be 15 years, give or take....... lemme know, we can pick a weekend ahead of time and plan for it now.....

Nice to hear from you all, even if it is on carls website...

Greg, Tired??/ Sleep>? how bout that MU swim team???? Where the F' are the Incos CD's you're supposed to make for us???? LOL

keep in touch yall, www.spasticnation.com

Later
wetter

Sounds like I got out just in time. I met Phil at the CBGB's show. I had driven up to NYC with (drumroll please for a name no one has probably heard in a long time. But if you know where he is, I have his deposit from the house we shared in College Park, Md.) Chris Kim. We stayed with Mike whose last name I can't remember. It seemed pretty cool that the Inco's had gotten a manager and that you were playing at CBGB's. I almost regretted quitting. I guess it wasn't that cool after all. Oh well.

That Ohio reggae band did have the best pot. In addition to cold hands, I remember complaining about a fly that kept landing on my instep.

yea that SATTA band sucks ass. i know the bassist. He's a big fatass.