This weekend I head off to see the Impossibles reunion show! Tickets are sold out, but I plan to take as many cameras in as possible. For those who remember them, they were one of the most influential bands of the late 90s. Back when Fitzgerald’s was still the place for highschool bands to get their start, the hip kids of Houston would line up to see their favorite skaweezer band, The Impossibles. The band is doing a one off reunion show June 9th and June 10th. Great interview at the Austinist!
Here is a video from their last show as the Impossibles at Emo’s. (Can’t believe I missed this show.)
I mentioned to a friend that I was going to the Impossibles this weekend and he reminded me about how we used to share our love for the band on myspace. This prompted me to log to the old myspace, (last login: 3 years) You want relive teen angst at its finest, simply reset your password to your myspace and dig right in to your old blog posts. Kudos if you still remembered the login. Who knows, maybe you could bring myspace back…?
Jan. 18 2007 taken from the myspace diaries
I finally said hello to my hero and he said, “Hello, we’re the impossibles from Austin, Tx!”
So I went to meet my hero recently . I had to drive to San Marcos to meet him, but he did change my life. Gabe Hascall from the impossibles, who formed slowreader which later started going under the name …Gabe Hascall was on the agenda to shake hands with, or maybe more.
On the way there was a sign…
That is a very good question. At the moment, I am headed to Austin to meet my hero. I wasn’t planning on making any trips to heaven or hell, but damn if this billboard wasn’t going to make it in my photobucket. (does this still exist?) Notice the two people burning. Yes! I would prefer a hug from Jesus while being serenaded by two lovely white doves, but I got to go see about a show.
And we are back to driving.
Suddenly, I get a call from a freind telling me some not so awesome news. It turns out, San Marcos is getting hit by tornadoes. Jesus!
It rains so hard the whole way through and then we are lost. Hopefully the tornado misses Lucy’s on the square. Fuck you map quest, why all the lies? Its almost 8 and I’m pissed because Gabe’s supposed to go on first, and what and where is a square in San Marcos? We finally ask some scary town people and they gladly tell us where to get headed. I love Texas. You can ask anyone for directions and they will gladly tell you the worst directions imaginable. Clicks. Huh? 2 uturns! isn’t that a circle sir? Luckily, by truly an act of god, or the doves, we find a street with cool square buildings that was obviously the hippest part of this backwards town.
We go inside and the doorman assures us that no bands have played yet. And there he is getting a drink, sitting next to friends who probably grew up with him. I try to think of something cool and clever to say. “So umm, where do you see your music career going in the next 5 years?” ahh no-luckily I decide not to say anything stupid like that. Instead I took this time to get the drinks started. No chocolate martinis, or flirtinis, or whatever the hell i’ve ordered in the past – give me tequila and lemon please. Keep pouring, I’ve got a driver you see. We sit next to the stage and I see his guitar lying there.
Wow! It still says slowreader – a project of Rory and his that I so very much admire.
Soon Gabe gets on stage and welcomes everyone for coming out. He seems a little nervous. It makes me feel good because I didn’t know heroes got nervous too. I’m always nervous. Maybe it was because everyone was so quiet and he could sense anxious ears, or maybe he just started thinking about a name of a show and it was bugging him that he couldn’t figure out the damn title. But then, as if he knew that we were all ready, he played, gloriously. The first song was worth the whole trip. His voice reminds me of a time when everything was just what it was. You meet new people, you hang out with friends, you laugh, you fall in love, you make a series of wonderful decisons, you make a series of bad decisions, but no matter what unless you get yourself killed of course, you can always start over. I guess its kind of why I made the trip in the first place…. I wish I would have told him that, but the right words tend to come out wrong when I need them. But – I do think I told him something kind of cool. I said to him that he was my hero, and that I hoped he never stopped making music. How did I manage to get the nerve to say that? hmmm.
Message from another Fan(ooh myspace email!)
Jan 23, 2007
the otterssey says
I saw your post on Gabe’s page and I read your story. I know this is strange to be writing you and I would never typically do something like this, but I was touched. Like you, Gabe has been a hero of mine for a long time.
Almost four years ago I met Gabe in Arizona at a slowreader show. I had been a fan of the impossibles, imbroco, and just about anything Gabe and/or Rory touched. To top it off, I had a local band at the time and was opening the show. To make a long story short, Gabe and Ian (the slowreader drummer) liked my voice and asked me to join what would be known as the ill-fated ‘record heat.’ Unfortunately, at the time none of us were in healthy places in our lives for the band work.
I just wanted to say if you didn’t already find out, that Gabe really is the person you think he is. Actually, he’s pretty damn silly, but he is true to his lyrics and works extremely hard.
I don’t really have a dialogue with him anymore because of the circumstances in which I left, but I still plan to support all that he does. He’s going to change the way people appreciate music. I’m happy you got to the show and I only hope I can see him some day again too.
February 11, 2008 Show at Mohawk
Found out Gabe Hascall was doing a solo show at the Mohawk and recorded the show with my phone. (Camera phones in 2008)