In this Crazy Tour Stories segment, the rock band, Cry Babi, shares a wild story about braving one of the worst snow storms in years just to make a gig. You can check out the story below:
I'll never forget the day we drove from New York City to Boston just to play a bar gig. The weather forecast was daunting, and it ended up being one of the worst snow storms of the past half decade. I can’t believe we went against our better judgment and stuffed the band into a sedan, along with our giant friend (roadie), despite the risk. Visibility was non existent for the entire second half of the drive. We fish tailed and almost lost control of the car multiple times. It’s not only a miracle that we made it to Boston in one piece, but we actually made it to the gig with time to spare.
Rolling up to the venue and unloading the car in a blizzard was a magical feeling as we were all ripe with adrenaline and energy from our shared near death experience. Truly a beautiful sight. It’s like when they say your brain pumps certain chemicals into your bloodstream as you die. I felt high from the cold, wet snow finally hitting my face after being cooped up in the middle seat of a Nissan Altima for the entire afternoon. My heart felt like it was pumping out of my chest. I chugged a Guinness faster than I ever have in my life and within a few minutes my nerves calmed a bit.
Amazingly, the crowd pulled through big time. The house was absolutely packed. Our bassist was playing double duty that night with his other band opening for us. It was their send off show before they moved to Los Angeles, and also sadly our last gig with that bassist who moved across the country with them. Those guys really knew how to draw an audience. I think people were moshing to us, which was definitely a first… and last. That’s a hilarious situation if you are familiar with our music. Not very moshable. But it was fun to see that nonetheless. Our giant roadie was posted up in the middle of the crowd with a stupid inflatable hat on and he was absolutely destroying kids in the pit. I think somebody soiled themselves as well because the crowd dispersed in disgust a few songs into our set and the bouncer was yelling at a crying girl telling her she needed to leave. Snow storms really turn people into animals.
To top it all off, we partied that night at the hotel bar since everything else shut down early due to the storm. Four shots and a bag of Popeye’s later, one of our single bandmates (who will remain unspecified) somehow got a Tinder girl to come to the hotel in this raging blizzard. That’s dedication. On both ends. He almost immediately retired to his room with her while the rest of the band stayed up for another hour or so. Eventually, we all called it a night and met back up in the lobby the next morning. Turns out, our bandmate’s encounter ended up resulting in a laceration below the waist. It was gnarly. He wasn’t thrilled about it. We still give him a hard time to this day. I don’t think he likes having it brought up, but he played with fire that night and got burned.
The drive home wasn’t as treacherous, but we still had to navigate wet and icy roads. We were able to follow a plow on the highway for the beginning of the drive. Very convenient. There’s something poetic about that. Maybe there’s a song in there, “Your bright lights cut the white like a promise in the cold / I follow in your path where the brave men once rolled.” Some of us were quite hungover, unfortunately. We had to pull over once or twice to throw up. Vomit on snow is gross. It’s like rotten autumn leaves scattered on a forgotten winter’s morning.
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