Every time we play in Grand Haven - yes, every single time we play in Grand Haven - West Michigan gets hit with a major winter weather event. This dates back to the inception of the band. Of course, it should be noted that we've never actually played in Grand Haven during the Summer months.
One early December night, we were headed West on I-96 to play at a local watering hole in what could only be called a horrible ice storm. The police had asked that people stay off the roads. The gig must go on though, and we were packed in the Trailblazer with the trailer in tow. By Coopersville, the ice had built up so much on the windshield that we had to pull off onto the exit and into the gas station parking lot to get it off. After a quick scrape with an old cd case we were back on the road and made it to the gig on time.
After we were set up, I reached into my pocket to check my phone. No phone.
"Hey, anyone see my phone around?"
A resounding no from the band and I'm headed out to check the truck again and try to retrace my steps.
"Did I leave it at home?"
No, I remember someone calling me while I was driving here.
"What did I do with the phone after I looked to see who was calling?"
I put it on my lap... then I forgot... and got out of my truck in Coopersville! It must have fallen out in the parking lot and now it's being rained and driven on, or worse yet - picked up and taken. My hearts racing now - I'm poor, I have no money for a new phone! Even the measly money I'm making tonight playing this gig wont be enough to cover it. I quickly used The Popes phone to call the gas station.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Hello! Hey, did anyone turn in a phone to you in the last couple hours?"
"No, I'm sorry sir, they haven't." says the gas station lady.
Dang - OK, totally weird request - I hope you can do me a huge favor! I need you to go outside by so and so pump and look for a phone. I think it dropped out of my truck when we stopped. I'm so sorry, I know it's super nasty outside, but I'm desperate! Can you do that for me?"
"Wait, what?" the confused gas station attendant replies.
UGH!!! I re-tell my story, much slower this time, and the gas station lady reluctantly goes outside on a mission she doesnt really fully understand. Plus, I'm sure she's thinking her life couldnt get much worse. She's working at a gas station at 9pm on a Saturday night - and some douche bag is asking her to go outside in a horrible ice storm and aimlessly look for a cell phone that is surely destroyed by now.
I wait for what seems to be an eternity.
"I'm sorry sir, I didnt see anything out there." Her words cutting through my heart like sharp knives.
Someone has surely taken the phone by now. Man, it was a nice one too. One of those brand new motorolas with the wide screen and the keyboard underneath. The camera was 1.3 megapixels and that thing was SHARP! It even had a flash on it like a real camera! Plus, you could check your email on it, AND for the first time ever - you could hook it up to your computer via a mini-USB, drag an Mp3 over, and make it your custom ringtone. It was flippin' sweet, and now it was gone - forever.
I tell the boys the bad news, and we play the gig in front of zero people. The ice storm proving too much for even the die-hard drunks to come out. They would stay home, nestled comfortably in the warmth of their store bought booze.
After the show, we pack up and start to head home. It's now starting to snow, but the ice has definitely taken it's toll on the roads. It's still super slippery, but lucky for us - we are towing thousands of pounds of super expensive gear!
It's a post show ritual for us to stop somewhere along the way and grab some snacks and maybe a hot chocolate for the drive home. Of course, this night - we had to stop in Coopersville and try one more time to find the phone that is either stolen or destroyed by the horrible wet weather.
We pull in, and The Pope makes the call from his phone to mine. If it's here, we'll hear it.
Nothing. We can't hear a sound - but out in the distance, we see a patch of ice light up with a blue hue of awesome. Could it be?! Could my phone be there?! Could it have survived this?!
We run over to look, and there it is. Perfectly encased in a tomb of ice. Frozen, and sealed off from the wet slippery layer on top. The phone is ringing...and it's The Pope!
In the end, this amazing piece of technology - with the MSU Fightsong ringtone survived over 5 hours, frozen into a busy gas station parking lot!
Can your phone do that?