Kick ass!

I slept in today, just making the 11 AM checkout time. Breakfast at Denny's, then on the road towards Savannah.

I passed a sign for the Mighty 8th Air Force Museum, which sounded interesting, and I thought would be a great way to kill a couple of hours. It was amazing! When I was younger, I could identify nearly all of the fighter planes and bombers used in WWII, so it was wonderful to be able to see planes like the P-51 and the B-17. The Museum was really well done, and if you have any interest in military aviation at all I'd recommend stopping by.

I stayed at the Museum for about 3 hours before heading to lunch at Ruby Tuesday's, then arriving to the venue. The venue is in an interesting part of Savannah, across the street from the Boys II Men Barber Shop and next to a liquor store where a bunch of people were sipping from brown bags. They were already eying my bike, so I figured when in Savannah, do as the Savannans do and got a small bottle of Morgan David 20 Red. I talked to one gentleman who had moved to the area two months ago, and he told me about the government upstart program that allowed him to take college classes for free through government grants. Across the street was a mission and we watched a drunken man collapse off of the five gallon bucket he was sitting on right into the street. My new friend told me to watch out, that people would be going after him in a minute to go through his pockets. Fortunately one of his friends -- or at least someone who was concerned and not afraid of him -- helped him up and set him back in a better spot.

Some other Protofans arrived and we began talking about other shows, where everyone was from, etc. A limping man who worked at the club approached me and asked me to help him to get some ice for the night. I got in his car, which made my messy car look immaculately clean and organized in comparison. I jokingly asked if he was living out of his car, but it impossible hard to tell in spite of his response whether he was sincere or not. There were bits of food scraps all over the place, it seriously looked like he may have been foraging for his food. We sarcastically took jabs at each other the whole time as I realized that he was righteously stoned. The ice machine gave us trouble and we only ended up getting one bag. He played loud techno music, so I think his car also functions as a dance club. He asked me if I minded if he smoked;, I told him since were were in his house, it was his rules.

I met a few more fans of the band and resisted the urge, as best I could, to bother the band while they were loading in. I figured after the show would be a better time to bother them.

Duane and Brando rocked the house. It was really cool because they switched up their set quite a bit from last night. I didn't really hang around for 8-bit Brothers.

The Protomen absolutely destroyed the place. They made up for the shortcomings of last night's set by at least 300%. The again opened with "Give Us the Rope," into "How the World Fell Under Darkness," and then, if memory serves correctly they played "Breaking Out," "Keep Quiet," "Father of Death," and "The Hounds." They also did a cover of "Shadows of the Night," which Gambler totally kicked ass on, and Turbo Lover annihilated a cover of "Ballroom Blitz." I'm fuzzy on the order for the last few songs, but I remember that "Hope Rides Alone" and "Due Vendetta" were played. They sound checked with an entertaining cover of "Love Isn't Always on Time." One of the fans had a prosthetic leg to which he had a affixed a giant Protoman sticker. During the show, he removed the appendage and pumped it in the air in rhythm to the music. I've never seen anything so badass. After the show, he got his leg signed by everyone in the band.

I can't overemphasize how awesome it was to see the Protomen to be in their element, with everything appearing to work correctly. The crowd went insane.

I apologize for the lack of coherence during this post, but it's after 5 AM and I'm still up from after the show.