November 17, 2005







No one seemed to know we were coming when we first arrived at the Big Easy. With a not so nice greeting from the venue’s staff, the evening started out on a rather discouraging note. We were told to wait and then we were told to come back at the beginning of the show. Feeling completely let down and frustrated, we headed to the Ha’ Penny and not five minutes into the pub the phone rang and we were instructed to head to the loading dock on 9th street where we were told to wait again and that we would be picked up.



Outside the loading dock is where we finally made contact with an associate of 30 Seconds to Mars. Winding through the back entrance, down the kitchen like halls, around corners, and crossing thresholds of multiple doors, we found ourselves in a pungent basil/pea green colored room. Two drab brown couches sat adjacent to a large splintering tagged up pillar.



Scribbled on the walls were memoirs and illustrations of previous bands that had used the makeshift dressing room as a pre-show chill spot.



The backdrop of the interview was far from aesthetically pleasing with grotesque messages about sex and poop and a lovely illustration of a fluorescent penis burrito.



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