Apr 16, 2012
Facts and Fibbery: (Quasi) Fictional Tales from the Van Hunt Spring Tour-The Weary Sole of Ictabright and a Glimpse of his Fresh-Air Lover
(what follows is the final installment in a series of posts from the road crafted by guitarist Douglas Showalter)
You know, they say the shoes don’t make the fish right? Before we descended into Minneapolis, for our final stop on the tour, we came to learn otherwise. A crystalized catfish by the name of Ictabright was a mainstay attraction in Rock Island, IL. He could be seen swimming up and down the Mississippi river – entertaining the locals with his colorful gills and extra-long barbel. Despite his optimistic outlook, though, it was clear in the month of April that Ictabright was looking for something beyond his daily bottom feeding. What he was looking for wasn’t exactly apparent, but, collectively, we had a hunch. This was how we helped:
In Atlanta we stumbled upon a pair of raggedy sneakers underneath the couch in our green room. For whatever reason, we felt compelled to keep these kicks by our side all the way to Rock Island. After our performance there, we traveled to a nearby restaurant located near the Mississippi and couldn’t help but witness some crystallized barbels bobbing about, in and out of the water. It was Ictabright! While mesmerized by the sight, we also noticed a look of longing in his catfish stare. Remember our initial hunch? This was it. Through our best attempts at Squeakery (the native tongue of catfish) we figured out that he was actually longing for the sneakers we were traveling with. We happily passed them his way (and were equally as thankful to rid our van of their stench and flattened soles). Ictabright shot up from the river like he hadn’t in years, in excitement – and was greeted with a kiss from our drummer Ruthie. This put a pep in his aquatic step – and his gills shined just a little brighter that day. True love was found and onto Minneapolis we were, to play our final show of the tour.