This night was starting out a bit of a disaster. I had been trying to get in touch with Nick Gigler (drummer of Mest) for a while to set up an interview, as I had met him a few times before. That didn�t work, so I decided to wing it and find him at the show. I ran really late, only to get there in time for Catch 22 and not much time to find Nick. That was the theme of the night, it was a Nick hunt.
I was really happy about this night as a whole, this is Mest�s first headlining tour, and they deserve the packed house they brought out. They�re great guys, who just like to have a great time. I don�t have anything bad to say here (for once).
Catch 22 didn�t have my full attention I am afraid to say because I was searching for Nick. They still rocked the house though. They�re just an amazing live band, they have great energy and their blend of what is almost �hardcore ska� is infectious.
However, the hunt was on for me. The girl at the door was kind enough to let me out to have a look around. The high point of that were the screaming teenyboppers at the door asking if they could leave to get autographs. I forget the bouncer girl�s name, but she had the best reply I have heard in years��I don�t know honey, I stopped being their manager last week.� I love that girl�she is fucking hilarious. I didn�t find Nick then by the way. So I decided to look foe Ben Wu. That�s another Webster staple, when in doubt, go find Ben.
So I went to look, which was as productive as looking for a needle in a haystack with the size of that crowd. Ben isn�t the tallest person in the world either� (Sorry Ben). So, I made my way to the front and found him...got permission to stand up near the stage, and watched a great show. I still didn�t find Nick though�
Mest was in full force alright, even though bassist Matt, their main jumper, pulled a tendon in his foot (I think, that�s what Nick told when I did find him). All the crowd pleasers were brought out for the night. Now that I am writing this I forget the order (of course) but they played my favorite, �Long Days, Long Nights� and others like �Hotel Room�, �Cadillac� and �Fuck the Greyhound Bus�. There was also a drinking contest on stage (for those over 21 of course) and a fan selected to play guitar during �Cadillac�. That was a bit too Green Day-esque for me, but it was all in good fun, and that is what counts.
The minute the band was done, I raced over to the other side of the stage to try to get Nick�s attention. I was a millisecond too late and the door closed. The bouncer said Mest were not taking any visitors. I know they were the headliners, but they aren�t the fucking Stones, so yes, I was a bit peeved. After the 10 minutes he insisted people wait to exit had passed, he allowed everyone �backstage� (AKA the alleyway) but me. He said I could exit that way if I pleased and he would watch me. Thanks buddy. So I went to give up and exit, and on the way out, there was the man of the night, Nick Gigler. He did remember me after all, I went to the diner with him and some friends once, but being as he�s such a cool guy, he remembered me. We talked for a bit about Matt Lavato�s foot, headlining for the first time and finding a better way to contact each other! We decided that since my interview was a bust, I would contact him later on in the tour to have a chat. Look forward to that for now my dear Star readers!
