Henning
Says: Henning Oberg at the Larkin.
Saturday,
I had a gig in Albany, NY at the Larkin. Lesa and I went up early
in the day in the hopes of finding some kind of adventure in the
Albany area. We tried to do a little research on the internet
to locate somewhere to head, but we came up with hardly anything.
So, we just drove right into the city blindly, on a cold and grey
day.
From the highway,
I saw a sign that said Huck Finn's Warehouse and decided that
we were going to try to find that and see what it was and eventually
after taking a bunch of random turns here and there we came to
it. Huck Finn's Warehouse is a big building full of overpriced
crap. It was depressing.
We also found
a little riverside park where we got out momentarily to look at
the ice floating down the Hudson under a rusty bridge. The park
was dismal as well, dirty and run down without much of a view
really. Oh Albany, what happened to you? Your grand architecture
and hilly streets suggest that a city thrived there once, but
so much of you is falling down and boarded up and filled with
pot-holes.
We felt that
the on this particular day, the city had nothing much to offer
us so we just went to the Larkin to load-in and get some dinner.
This required about twenty minutes of one-way riddled parking
spot searching - the whole city was deserted except for the three
blocks surrounding our destination. Finally, we got a spot a ways
down a side-street and carried the equipment (Guitar, Suit Case,
Merchandise Tub) on our backs.
The Larkin
Restaurant was deserted except for the hostess and bartender who
told us that they were open but they were waiting for the chef
to come-in. This was at about 6:00, kind of weird. So we took
a little walk down Lark Street - which the Albany website describes
as being similar to the West Village. Well, there were a couple
interesting looking shops, but they were all closed. Of course,
they were closed, it was a Saturday at 6:00! And there were a
number of little restaurant / bars that are all really pricey
and strangely uninviting. But these spots of action were seperated
by empty store fronts and deserted sidewalks.
We went back
to the Larkin and sat at the bar a bit and then sat down to eat
dinner (mine was free). The food, as always, was so, so good.
It's making me hungry thinking about it now. We sat and ate and
enjoyed the very loud sort-of-drunk-and-getting-drunker-every-second
woman sitting in the booth abutting ours. She was a regular, all
right.
Eventually,
we went up stairs and I scattered around the Activity Sheets and
set up the T-Shirts and Cds and tuned my guitar and the first
act started. Jimmy Atto is traveling all around the country playing
shows - hopefully, they won't all be to three people. By the time
my set came up there were actually eight people in the room. One
was a friend of the headliners, Breaking Laces, who were downstairs
somewhere, one was a mystery guy, one was Dan who booked the show
and runs the sound board, one was Lesa, One was a girl who has
seen us before and plays the trumpet, I can't remember her name
but she is very nice, and two were a couple who were angry that
they had to wait to see Breaking Laces, and the last one was Jimmy
Atto.
I played well,
I think, but it was tough to get too inspired, mostly because
the woman from the couple who wwa waiting for the headliner would
absolutely not smile ever. My guess was that her boyfriend/husband
was a fan of the headliner and she was just there to be nice and
go along with him - but she was in hell. All I could focus on
was her scowl. She scowled all the way through One Lady Dancing,
she scowled through my banter. She even scowled at her drink.
I finished
my set and sat back down and we watched Breaking Laces play. They
are from Brooklyn. The best thing about them was how much fun
the drummer seemed to be having. He was delighted by their new
sampler and he seemed to earnestly be enjoying himself all around.
We left before
theend of their set. I had the feeling that they weren't going
to finish any time soon, since a handful of people suddenly walked
in.
Then we drove
home.
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