...in which the drummer rescues the reviewer from the Men's Room in time to enjoy their debut. review by mitch phillips Saturday, March 11, 2000 Early I was there early enough to hear the pink-noise check bounce off the rustic brick. Early enough to see Tribal Traktion merchandise pulled from cardboard boxes and pinned to a makeshift wall in full white light. Too damn early. But I didn't want to make the same mistake in Pontiac that I made weeks ago in Ann Arbor. If you don't get to Ann Arbor before eight on a weekend you may as well turn around and head for home because you won't be able to bribe your way into a parking space. New Pontiac didn't disappoint me. It was the usual ritual - drive south on Saginaw until the guys in the parking garage wave you away, pull a "U"ey and head for greener pastures North of M59. Same damn thing every time. I was even there too early to enjoy saying, "I'm on the guest list" while moving past the door...