With this post, I am going to continue with the unspoken romances I had with the world, while being miserable on Van’s Warped Tour in 2010.
Being a merch girl, I had to be the first one up every morning, because in order to get a half way decent spot, you needed to be out there with your tent and gear, ready to go by 8:00am. This meant I needed to be up by 7:00am every morning in order to get ready and get all of the merch bullshit from the trailer and onto the dolly, only to inevitably cart it through mud and hills for a half a mile. Needless to say, this got very old very fucking fast.
Every morning, on every stage, a sound check of sorts was routine. Typically, as I’m sure you know, a sound check involves the actual band, but this obviously cannot happen every morning on Warped, so the sound engineers use a very specific, specially picked song to check the PA systems (thanks Crowe). The Main Stage obviously has the loudest and best sound. Every morning, they would play “Same Ol’ Road,” by Dredg. I’m assuming they used that song because of its dynamic, going from almost no guitar to hugely epic, arms spread open under a waterfall, type progressions. And every morning, when I would hear that song, I would smile. Everything got a little bit better. Everything made a little bit more sense and for a split second, it felt like I could breathe again.
After Warped was over, I found the song on iTunes. It is the worst piece of shit I have ever heard. So embarrassing to the point that I considered not mentioning the name of it here. It made me recognize how hugely important listening to music the proper way is. Our generation listens to music off of our computers, and have no respect for sound quality. It’s like watching a movie on your fucking iPhone, it’s almost an insult to the industry. That song was obviously meant to be listened to with real speakers and was the difference between falling in love and throwing up in my mouth, which is why I included “own a great stereo system” to my Caitlin’s List of Rules.
Despite the song’s cheesiness and Wal-Mart type rock, hearing it at approximately 9:00 every morning while preparing for another day of hell, did hit an emotional chord with all of us “workers” I think. I remember when the chorus would begin, I’d sometimes look out at all of the chaos of starting the day, and everyone got quiet and just listened. Somehow that song united all of us in an unspoken way. I think because with days filled of such uncertainty and variables and unexpected circumstances, that song was our constant, and it echoed out, louder than the rest.
Another unspoken romance I had, was with Jake Kolatis from The Casualties. I have never spoken of this until now. He has the most beautiful, piercing eyes of anyone that I have ever met. I know you’re about to google image this guy, but you’re not going to see what I saw. I know this because I just google imaged him as well to see what you all would be seeing. Trust me when I say, it does not do him justice. While I will admit that I do have a thing for mohawks, and he has by far, the best mohawk I have ever seen, it was his eyes that made me fall in love with him that summer.
One of the first nights of the tour, we were all out by the buses drinking and hanging out. My TM (tour manager) Kyle, who I have spoken about in Part 2, was kind of a badass. He TMed for Less Than Jake, NOFX and a lot of other fairly huge bands within that scene. Anyway, NOFX had a portable bar, and somehow, Kyle acquired it during the tour, even though NOFX was not on the tour that year, and we kept this portable bar in our trailer. He, and the TM for Alkaline Trio would bring it out every night and serve drinks to everyone on the tour. They were smart… they bought cheap alcohol in bulk, then, instead of charging, it was a tip only bar. So if you tipped five dollars, you got a serious drink. If you tipped two dollars, you got a vagina amount of alcohol. I’m digressing. The point of all of this is, that during one of the first nights that Kyle opened up the bar, Jake and I looked at each other and it was fucking sexy. I’m not going to lie… I even pulled a, bite my bottom lip move, during one of the eye contacts.
Caitlin Rule: If done properly, biting your bottom lip = lets fall in love tonight.
I had no idea who he was, and it wasn’t until weeks later that I found out he was a member of The Casualties. We only actually spoke a few times, and the first time was at a Pub in Denver, where we made the soul crushing eye-contact again, and he walked right up to me and said, “Do a shot with me.”
Fuck yes I’ll do a shot with you. I love when new guys just tell you what is going down. My favorite way that I’ve ever been asked out on a date was this kid I ran into on the street, we had a couple of classes together at the time and he said, “Get dinner with me tonight at seven.” Ummm okay. It doesn’t seem like I have an option and somehow that was kind of hot. So Jake telling me I was doing a shot with him, and those being the first words spoken between us, just further confirmed my love for him and we took a shot of whiskey. We only spoke for a couple of minutes because my crew was leaving, one of them being my boyfriend at the time, so me staying behind to do shots and chat it up with Jake Kolatis would not have blown over so well. God I’m retarded. I should have just told my boyfriend that he sucked balls and then bunked up with Jake for the remainder of the tour. I don’t regret much, but I do regret letting my ex-boyfriend ruin that summer for me.
After that, whenever I would see Jake, he would smile and wink at me, and I would stick my tongue out at him. Every time. It was our little secret, unspoken romance. I liked it that way. We understood each other and the way things were, without words. I’ll never forget him.