Monday, July 24, 2006
DAY 18 Enterprise, AL
SMAAAALL TOWN SHOW! this show got moved somewhat last minute from a slighly bigger city called Dothan. I'm currently standing in the back at the merch table while Brandtson rocks the a primarily prepubescent crowd. these shows are cool in the respect that these kids looove live music, and they don't live in a market that's oversaturated with shows and bands so they love going to shows. they've been into all the bands and enthusiastic. It reminds me of being 14 and going to shows, just enjoying the live energy of the bands playing. I look forward to the next four shows in Florida, hitting the beach and seeing the sights. It's going to be tight!
DAY 17 Houma, LA
Dang it's hot here. The club we played has Honky Tonk Thursdays and then Hip Hop Night Friday and Saturday, why did we have to come on a sunday? it would have been pretty hilarious/scary/hilarious to play there on a thursday or friday. It felt like an Oklahoma bar show, started way late, no one shows up until after 10:00pm. that's atypical for the shows on this tour thus far. Ate some good veggie sushi rolls down the street. stayed with some nice dudes.
that's about all that happened.
that's about all that happened.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
DAY 16 Houston, TX
I've completely lied. We're not in Houston, we're in Spring TX. Real interesting venue, one of those "two shows at the same time" venues. I don't really understand that layout, where bands have to compete for audience due to having to play at the same time as another band in a conjoined room. Third show we've played like that. Color me old fashioned i guess. It was a really fun show, I'm getting to the point where I'm comfortable with all of the songs and the parts I'm playing so I can just space out and rock out to them. It feels really good. Making that connection with the rest of the members where we "move together." That's the best way I can explain it. We got to stay in a nice motel and sleep in, that was the bomb dot com. I'm getting into the rhythm of tour, I've been in the rhythm the whole time, but now it's a comfortable routine. I love these guys. Scott, Sammy, and Jude are killer bros. Good to be on the road with. Jude is extra killer for letting me use his computer for all of THE ROAD LIFE updates. welp, gotta go.
DAY 15 Dallas, TX
We got to sleep in today, and then when we woke up, Kenny, One of Scott's old friends that's done tons of shows for him, took us to an amazing mexican restaurant called Mama Margarie's. It was sort of like Taco Cambo but with a more traditional menu and a waaaay better salsa bar. The drive to Dallas seemed like it took no time at all. The Door show was good. The treat their bands really well. Got to see Eric and Nathan from the Hero Factor because they were playing Club Dada down the street. I've got to admit I was a little nervous playing in front of the bassist and drummer that recorded on the record. but i got "good job"s from both of them. Made my day.
We were going to stay with these girls but we 'got lost' on the highway following them so we ended staying at a some nast motel. One of those charcter builder sort of places.
None of my Dallas friends made it out to the show. bumskis. I wanted to see Bradass so bad. I haven't seen him since his wedding. Bummed me out pretty hard. Chin up, chin up, I know.
We were going to stay with these girls but we 'got lost' on the highway following them so we ended staying at a some nast motel. One of those charcter builder sort of places.
None of my Dallas friends made it out to the show. bumskis. I wanted to see Bradass so bad. I haven't seen him since his wedding. Bummed me out pretty hard. Chin up, chin up, I know.
DAY 14 San Antonio, TX
Woke up at 6:50am and hit the road. It was pretty neat driving along the Mexican border, seeing to the country. I’ve never been to Mexico, I’d like to visit some time. Oh, I didn’t say this in my last post, but Juarez looked amazing all lit up. That is a massive city. For being a nine hour drive, it didn’t really seem like it took that long. I co piloted up front with Scott for the first time this tour and we had a nice time talking. I saw a javalina dead on the side of the highway. It was huge. I thought it was a monster truck tire until I saw its short legs protruding from its massive body. Kinda sad. But, I’d never seen one, now I can say I did.
The show was fun, played at a placed called the White Rabbit that had a very interesting evil rabbit theme. I have a rash on my arm. I think I got it from getting in De Sole’s van in the Paso. Not really. But it is annoying. I was hoping to see my Aunt Karis while in San Antonio, mostly for the fact that it’s nice to see family but also the fact that she’s a dermatologist and could have maybe given me some pointers on how to make it go away. I was bummed I didn’t get to see my her, my uncle Duncan or my Grandmother, but I kind of dropped the ball and forget to let them know I’d be in town until two days before. Poor planning on my part. But, my cousins Shawn and Michael Duncan came out and it was great to see them. I just love getting to spend time with family I hardly ever see anyone on my dad’s side of the family. Nothing realy notable happened at the show, it went off without a hitch. There wasn’t a ton of people, but again, the ones that were there were really into it. The sound guy was a nice guy. I liked his WASP t shirt.
The show was fun, played at a placed called the White Rabbit that had a very interesting evil rabbit theme. I have a rash on my arm. I think I got it from getting in De Sole’s van in the Paso. Not really. But it is annoying. I was hoping to see my Aunt Karis while in San Antonio, mostly for the fact that it’s nice to see family but also the fact that she’s a dermatologist and could have maybe given me some pointers on how to make it go away. I was bummed I didn’t get to see my her, my uncle Duncan or my Grandmother, but I kind of dropped the ball and forget to let them know I’d be in town until two days before. Poor planning on my part. But, my cousins Shawn and Michael Duncan came out and it was great to see them. I just love getting to spend time with family I hardly ever see anyone on my dad’s side of the family. Nothing realy notable happened at the show, it went off without a hitch. There wasn’t a ton of people, but again, the ones that were there were really into it. The sound guy was a nice guy. I liked his WASP t shirt.
DAY 13 El Paso, TX
Okay, so I feel a little silly after my last entry. I got a little too into it I think. But, I’m going to leave it as it is, grammar errors et al. I apologize for cursing so much. I’d also like to say that I disagree with myself about what I said about Anaheim, it’s unfair for me to pass judgment when I only experienced a few blocks. I apologize if I dissed your hometown. I know I’d be bummed if someone came to Norman, only went to the sonic or something and then said “dang, Norman sucks!” I digress, officially.
Our trip to the Paso was pretty good. I watched three episodes of LOST that a very nice dood at the Militia Group office burned for me. I am finished through episode 14 of season two. I need more. Moooore. We rolled into the Paso around 5:00pm and found the venue, the House of Rock and Roll, attached to possibly the shadiest motel I’ve ever seen. When we walked into the club we found all of the tour posters militia sent them neatly folded in the trash. Always a good sign. The most endearing part of the club, the piece de resistance if you will, were the two stripper poles affixed to the ceiling in the corner. Even better was the sign above them that warned that these polls indeed had a weight limit and to exercise caution when using. I should have got a picture. It was priceless. Met some really nice people from El Paso, I really enjoyed talking to a guy name Joel. Pronounced JOE-ELLE. A band called Park came out because they had the day off and were playing the following night. They were cool dudes. Not many people came out, but the people that did were awesome and that’s all that matters.
Okay, hilarious story time. Scott and the rest of us decided that we would just get a room at this motel because it was something like 25 bucks. Though it did look like an oasis of possible meth labs and amateur pornography, we’d be getting up very early to get a head start on the nine hour drive to San Antonio we had ahead of us. We would only have sleep there for a few character building hours. So I’m outside talking to Amanda on the phone and Sammy, Scott and Jude walk by me with their bedding so I sort of follow them. They disappear around a corner, I stop because I get preoccupied with a person sitting in their running car, completely slumped over into the passenger side seat. They all of the sudden immediately return from around the corner, walking with great fervor and conviction. I slide the phone from my face and ask “what’s going on?” Jude, with his usual energy and intensity somehow spiked says “THERE’S SOME DUDE ASLEEP IN OUR ROOM!” They continued their march to the front lobby of the motel where the attendant did seem surprised nor apologetic for the slumbering stranger in our room. Scott got the money back, and before I knew it, the three of the had loaded out all of our equipment and were ready to go. I’m just glad they didn’t walk unannounced into a room occupied with a quick drawing hard as nails ex-con or some shady dealings that no one is supposed to see. It’s pretty lucky that it was just some dude crashed out, who never even woke up despite the opening door, lights coming on and three freaked out guys holding sleeping bags hovering over him. Needless to say, we got the hell out of Dodge and stayed at a Motel 6 down the road.
Our trip to the Paso was pretty good. I watched three episodes of LOST that a very nice dood at the Militia Group office burned for me. I am finished through episode 14 of season two. I need more. Moooore. We rolled into the Paso around 5:00pm and found the venue, the House of Rock and Roll, attached to possibly the shadiest motel I’ve ever seen. When we walked into the club we found all of the tour posters militia sent them neatly folded in the trash. Always a good sign. The most endearing part of the club, the piece de resistance if you will, were the two stripper poles affixed to the ceiling in the corner. Even better was the sign above them that warned that these polls indeed had a weight limit and to exercise caution when using. I should have got a picture. It was priceless. Met some really nice people from El Paso, I really enjoyed talking to a guy name Joel. Pronounced JOE-ELLE. A band called Park came out because they had the day off and were playing the following night. They were cool dudes. Not many people came out, but the people that did were awesome and that’s all that matters.
Okay, hilarious story time. Scott and the rest of us decided that we would just get a room at this motel because it was something like 25 bucks. Though it did look like an oasis of possible meth labs and amateur pornography, we’d be getting up very early to get a head start on the nine hour drive to San Antonio we had ahead of us. We would only have sleep there for a few character building hours. So I’m outside talking to Amanda on the phone and Sammy, Scott and Jude walk by me with their bedding so I sort of follow them. They disappear around a corner, I stop because I get preoccupied with a person sitting in their running car, completely slumped over into the passenger side seat. They all of the sudden immediately return from around the corner, walking with great fervor and conviction. I slide the phone from my face and ask “what’s going on?” Jude, with his usual energy and intensity somehow spiked says “THERE’S SOME DUDE ASLEEP IN OUR ROOM!” They continued their march to the front lobby of the motel where the attendant did seem surprised nor apologetic for the slumbering stranger in our room. Scott got the money back, and before I knew it, the three of the had loaded out all of our equipment and were ready to go. I’m just glad they didn’t walk unannounced into a room occupied with a quick drawing hard as nails ex-con or some shady dealings that no one is supposed to see. It’s pretty lucky that it was just some dude crashed out, who never even woke up despite the opening door, lights coming on and three freaked out guys holding sleeping bags hovering over him. Needless to say, we got the hell out of Dodge and stayed at a Motel 6 down the road.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
PICS
A few pics from sammy's cell phone.
i promise i'll have the 100 pics from my camera soon.
A picture of my "Bass Stain"
huntington beach
fat and hot in northern california.
i promise i'll have the 100 pics from my camera soon.
A picture of my "Bass Stain"
huntington beach
fat and hot in northern california.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
DAY 12 Phoenix, AZ DAY OFF con't.
So earlier i was on lounging lacksidasically on the hotel bed (first, probably only time of the tour to get to do so) and jude came in and asked for his computer back. Just before i relinquished it i saw an instant message from duty that said something to the effect of "I've been keeping up with your blog, I can't tell if you're having fun or not."
We'll, I can assure you that I'm having the time of my life. i'm getting to do what i want to do, and with people i enjoy getting to do it with. I'm not at my part time job making six dollars an hour counting the minutes till i get to go home, wondering why i'm bullshitting behind a desk wondering why i'm not practicing my instrument. i'm not at the bar five nights a week drinking because i don't know what else to do with myself. I'm playing every night. I'm seeing America. I'm playing. and I owe it to Scott for asking me to come on this tour. And this is all I want to do. Thiss what I've submitted myself to and plan on doing as a career. I'm priming myself for the road life. Back home I have friends waiting for me, friends i want to commit this portion of my life to (the years you tell the grandkids about) and come back and say "this is what we have to do. Do it all the way, Make it happen. Now is the time to say if you're in for good or not." I'm ready for Student Film to be a real fucking band. We need to be on the road. We should have been a year ago. Our time is now. I'm ready for Footage to be a real fucking band with really fucking good songs. Jake has written songs that absolutely need to be heard. Brady and Jake are two people I simply need to play with. Need to create with. Two people I know can help me become a better player while being condusive of being a better person. Those are my goals.
Work hard at being a good person. Work hard at making art i can live by. Chris Harris has taught me a lot. I'm ready to get back and make music with him. Learn from him. His wisdom of the aural arts is largely under appriciated. I'm at least glad i'm on the inside on this one and he has the goodness impart to me his knowledge. So, needless to say, I sort of get the idea from my friends back home that I'm boning out. That couldn't be farther from the truth. Oklahoma is my home. It runs in my veins. Just so I'm straight with myself and anyone interested, music is my life and i plan on making it happen. Hold on tight.
We'll, I can assure you that I'm having the time of my life. i'm getting to do what i want to do, and with people i enjoy getting to do it with. I'm not at my part time job making six dollars an hour counting the minutes till i get to go home, wondering why i'm bullshitting behind a desk wondering why i'm not practicing my instrument. i'm not at the bar five nights a week drinking because i don't know what else to do with myself. I'm playing every night. I'm seeing America. I'm playing. and I owe it to Scott for asking me to come on this tour. And this is all I want to do. Thiss what I've submitted myself to and plan on doing as a career. I'm priming myself for the road life. Back home I have friends waiting for me, friends i want to commit this portion of my life to (the years you tell the grandkids about) and come back and say "this is what we have to do. Do it all the way, Make it happen. Now is the time to say if you're in for good or not." I'm ready for Student Film to be a real fucking band. We need to be on the road. We should have been a year ago. Our time is now. I'm ready for Footage to be a real fucking band with really fucking good songs. Jake has written songs that absolutely need to be heard. Brady and Jake are two people I simply need to play with. Need to create with. Two people I know can help me become a better player while being condusive of being a better person. Those are my goals.
Work hard at being a good person. Work hard at making art i can live by. Chris Harris has taught me a lot. I'm ready to get back and make music with him. Learn from him. His wisdom of the aural arts is largely under appriciated. I'm at least glad i'm on the inside on this one and he has the goodness impart to me his knowledge. So, needless to say, I sort of get the idea from my friends back home that I'm boning out. That couldn't be farther from the truth. Oklahoma is my home. It runs in my veins. Just so I'm straight with myself and anyone interested, music is my life and i plan on making it happen. Hold on tight.
Day 12 Phoenix, AZ DAY OFF
Comfort Inn Suites. So killer. Jason from Desole's girlfriend works here and hooked us and Brandtson up with some cheap rooms. Reeeejuvination. clean towels. pools. not my sleeping bag. We've just been sitting around, about to go swimming. Gonna go see Criteria, Appleseed Cast and Russian Circles tonight. so stoked on that. right now i've gotta slather myself in sunscreen so my skin does catch on fire at the pool. tomorrow we go to the paso (formerly known as "El Paso") then san antonio. then Dallas. wooooooo!
Day 11 Phoenix, AZ
Holy crap it is hot. After our 5 and half hour trip from Anaheim to Phoenix, we were greeted with 112 degree heat. Unacceptable. I don't know how Phoenixian's aren't perpetually angry at life. The show was way fun. We played at a place called One Place. Mandy, the girl that runs it was very nice and is doing something good. Denison Witmer played down the street, unfortunately we played at the same time so we missed his set. We're playing the same night in dallas, he's playing at the cavern, we're playing the door. hopefully we'll get to see him play. We ate at a really awesome restaurant, i had a bombass panini. It was very ominous walking around downtown knowing that there's two serial killers at large right now. We were all a little creeped out.
DAY 10 Anaheim, CA
Sorry, haven't been around a computer in a few days. lets get caught up.
Sacramento went really well, it was a pretty nice place. the drive from Sac to Anaheim was really long and hot. I had this preconceived (and false) notion that California was going to be some sort of amazing oasis full of beautiful people, landscapes and lush, green, palm trees and 75 degree temperatures. Not so. Or, not all of it. Or even very much of it. All I saw was tomato farms and heat shimmering above the desolate sands. the Chain Reaction show went well, tons of nice people. I didn't expect the venue to be what it was. After always hearing about all the videos shot there, and how so many bands play there. It was in a shopping center and used to be some sort of restaurant. We found a used syringe in the parking lot when we arrived. the whole city smelled like the conservatory bathroom. But i guess that's how it goes, CBGB's i've heard is one of the grossest venues in America. Anaheim as a city was a shit hole, dirty and hot. But then we stayed the night in Huntington beach, like 15 minutes away and that was amazing. Jude, Sammy and I walked to the beach early in the morning before we left for Phoenix, it was beautiful. I think i let myself down a little bit, giving myself grandious ideas about what southern California would be like. but, i was only there for todays, I really should give it a nother chance. Brandtson is now on the tour, they killed at chain reaction. they're nice dudes, i look forward to hanging hard with them for the next few weeks.
Sacramento went really well, it was a pretty nice place. the drive from Sac to Anaheim was really long and hot. I had this preconceived (and false) notion that California was going to be some sort of amazing oasis full of beautiful people, landscapes and lush, green, palm trees and 75 degree temperatures. Not so. Or, not all of it. Or even very much of it. All I saw was tomato farms and heat shimmering above the desolate sands. the Chain Reaction show went well, tons of nice people. I didn't expect the venue to be what it was. After always hearing about all the videos shot there, and how so many bands play there. It was in a shopping center and used to be some sort of restaurant. We found a used syringe in the parking lot when we arrived. the whole city smelled like the conservatory bathroom. But i guess that's how it goes, CBGB's i've heard is one of the grossest venues in America. Anaheim as a city was a shit hole, dirty and hot. But then we stayed the night in Huntington beach, like 15 minutes away and that was amazing. Jude, Sammy and I walked to the beach early in the morning before we left for Phoenix, it was beautiful. I think i let myself down a little bit, giving myself grandious ideas about what southern California would be like. but, i was only there for todays, I really should give it a nother chance. Brandtson is now on the tour, they killed at chain reaction. they're nice dudes, i look forward to hanging hard with them for the next few weeks.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
DAY 9 Sacramento, CA
eeeeeee-oooooh. That was a long drive. or, ride i should say. but, i watched 9 episodes of LOST season 2. it was awesome. cried a little, not gonna lie. I always cry at the dumbest times for the dumbest things. there's a fun sethy fact. But yeah, that passed 7 hours of the trip. so awesome. We got up at 7:30am this morning. or, i did. i think everyone else got up earlier. I accidently let a cat out of the house and Scott and i chased after it. I found out after the monstrously huge cat scratched my tummy that they were allowed to go outside. At least i got a souvenir, right? nope.
So this is my first time in California since 1985. So this time i'm going to remember it. i'm pretty stoked, tomorrow we'll be in anaheim playing at chain reaction. Right now we're in Roseville, a Sacremento suburb, playing at a place called the underground. It is a falsity. it's totally not underground. it's on top of a hill. I'm pretty zoned out right now. i think the drive/ lack of sleep/ 7 hours of watching a tv show/ being bummed about isreal/ worrying about my friends at home and abroad/ family bummers are all ingredients in the lethargy cocktail bumming my shit out. but i'm going to stay stoked on life. i'm in california, how awesome is that? plus, just had jamba juice. i'm juiced. okay, i think this show is about to start, so i'm gonna start doing my dudily duties behind the merch table.
So this is my first time in California since 1985. So this time i'm going to remember it. i'm pretty stoked, tomorrow we'll be in anaheim playing at chain reaction. Right now we're in Roseville, a Sacremento suburb, playing at a place called the underground. It is a falsity. it's totally not underground. it's on top of a hill. I'm pretty zoned out right now. i think the drive/ lack of sleep/ 7 hours of watching a tv show/ being bummed about isreal/ worrying about my friends at home and abroad/ family bummers are all ingredients in the lethargy cocktail bumming my shit out. but i'm going to stay stoked on life. i'm in california, how awesome is that? plus, just had jamba juice. i'm juiced. okay, i think this show is about to start, so i'm gonna start doing my dudily duties behind the merch table.
DAY 8 Portland, OR
Today was Scott's Birthday. Happy Birthday scott!
2 Hour drive turned into 4. That's okay, I listened to some good jams and read the Seattle Stranger. It's one of those weekly city publications, like Oklahoma City's Gazette. Except with like 8 full pages of creepy sex ads and escort service ads. totally weird. When we got to the Loveland (formerly the Meow Meow) we loaded in and then Sammy, jude and immediately headed to find the American Apparrel store across the river. we walked for about 5 miles, and it was amazing. we had to walk across the river on a highway, it was absolutely terrifying. i seriously almost didn't make it. there were several times that i had to restrain myself from grabbing Sammy's hand. But i made it. Bought a V neck. Walked back. I made it. I am a macho man.
the show was fun. the whole place smelled like B. O. pretty nast. but still fun.
Now we're at one of Sammy's friend's house. Actually, it's a mansion. crazy. Totally laguna beach times blondethousand. Be Nice. Be nice. We've got a ten hour drive to do tomorrow, it's going to be rough. i think Jude and I are going to watch the first 11 episodes of season 2 of lost, that will kill a little time.
We're watching Big Lebowski. Watched it last night too. So good. Loving life!
2 Hour drive turned into 4. That's okay, I listened to some good jams and read the Seattle Stranger. It's one of those weekly city publications, like Oklahoma City's Gazette. Except with like 8 full pages of creepy sex ads and escort service ads. totally weird. When we got to the Loveland (formerly the Meow Meow) we loaded in and then Sammy, jude and immediately headed to find the American Apparrel store across the river. we walked for about 5 miles, and it was amazing. we had to walk across the river on a highway, it was absolutely terrifying. i seriously almost didn't make it. there were several times that i had to restrain myself from grabbing Sammy's hand. But i made it. Bought a V neck. Walked back. I made it. I am a macho man.
the show was fun. the whole place smelled like B. O. pretty nast. but still fun.
Now we're at one of Sammy's friend's house. Actually, it's a mansion. crazy. Totally laguna beach times blondethousand. Be Nice. Be nice. We've got a ten hour drive to do tomorrow, it's going to be rough. i think Jude and I are going to watch the first 11 episodes of season 2 of lost, that will kill a little time.
We're watching Big Lebowski. Watched it last night too. So good. Loving life!
Friday, July 14, 2006
DAY 7, Tacoma, WA
Woke up early to leave Boise, didn't sleep too well, so I was buttass tired. But i think the fact that i was tired expediated the 8 hour drive to Tacoma. I just sort of zoned out the whole time untill the scenery got really amazing. which it did once we started getting into to central Washington. The show sort of sucked, started at 6:00pm. We were done and out of there by 8:30. Which was weird because it was a bar/ later show sort of atmosphere. Weirds. But, we did get fed, and that was awesome. Also got to try a really good Washington beer, Mac and Jack's. There were two people that came from far away, and that totally made it worth it.
Stayed with my Former art school roomate from when i lived in seattle three years ago. How wild. When i lived with him, he was just a kid, two years younger than me. Now he's a total adult, about to be a dad, lives in a house. It's crazy. He and his girlfriend have been very accomidating. It's sort of bittersweet coming back to Seattle. Like me, all of my old friends have left. As we drove by the shimmering Emeralds of downtown Seattle i let my memory jog and shuttle through all of the streets and alleys, faces and friendships. Another one of those things about aging. Sucks.
We're driving to Portland today, then a long hall to Sacremento the day after. I'm pretty stoked. Reading back through this one, it's not that great. No awards won with this one. That's okay. I don't feel much like a champ today.
Ooh, gonna buy a new pedal, stoked on that.
Stayed with my Former art school roomate from when i lived in seattle three years ago. How wild. When i lived with him, he was just a kid, two years younger than me. Now he's a total adult, about to be a dad, lives in a house. It's crazy. He and his girlfriend have been very accomidating. It's sort of bittersweet coming back to Seattle. Like me, all of my old friends have left. As we drove by the shimmering Emeralds of downtown Seattle i let my memory jog and shuttle through all of the streets and alleys, faces and friendships. Another one of those things about aging. Sucks.
We're driving to Portland today, then a long hall to Sacremento the day after. I'm pretty stoked. Reading back through this one, it's not that great. No awards won with this one. That's okay. I don't feel much like a champ today.
Ooh, gonna buy a new pedal, stoked on that.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
DAY 6, Boise, ID
The show tonight went quite well. my rig sounded so gnar. and the sound at the place we played ruled. Before we played Jude and I walked down to the Boise river as per the advice of a really nice dude that worked at the venue. We sat next to the water and listened to the water. It was so killer and relaxing. Now we're at house of a really nice guy named Ian that Scott has stayed with before. He plays football for Boise State. He has to eat a lot to stay 'uge. he's grilling burgers right now and it's almost 1:00am. it's pretty awesome. So Sammy and I watched About Schmidt today in the van, I can't believe i hadn't seen that yet. I've been thinking a lot lately about age and aging and getting older but not feeling older. Fraility of life. It was good stuff. i recommend it. 8 Hour drive to Tacoma MA tomorrow. woo!
DAY 6, In Transit to Boise, ID
We stayed with some real nice people of which i'll post pictures of eventually(i'm getting closer to posting pictures, i think i'll just do one big picture post with captions instead of going back and posting them with each post.) we woke up this morning to the floor rattling beneath us, i thought there was an earth quake, turns out it was way less gnar and was just some road construction. Had a pancake with white chocolate chips in it, that was awesome. Snuggled with a kitten named izzy, that was way awesome. When we woke up this morning, Jude and i rode bikes to with Matt, the guy who lives at the house we were at and got some coffee at a very relaxing coffee shop. Just sat outside, enjoyed the mountain breeze and scenic beauty. Matt jude and I chatted about the this and thats and it was one of those moments that's markedly comfortable and nice. Is immediately apparent that it is paramount to imbibe as much of the surroundings as possible for recall as a good memory. Wordy wordy wordy. Right now i'm at the Venue in Boise ID, just ate some very nourishing dinner that a super nice, mom-reminiscent lady prepared for us. Look forward to those pictures.
DAY 5, Logan, UT
Last night was tons of fun, the promoter treated us so well and the kids we super nice and receptive. My bass rig pooped out on the second song, I was ready to tear my clothes off and urinate freely while crying profusely but Jude and Scott made sure it worked while i was watching the merch. i don't know what happened, but if it happens again, all i gotta say is bring on the piss.
DAY 5, Drive to LOGAN, UT
Golly, this scenery is phenomenal. It’s raining way out to the North East, we can see the lighting. It’s Majestic. America is a beautiful place, I’ve never been to a lot of the places we’ve driven through thus far and they’re spectacular. We’re still on our way to Utah in Wyoming. We stopped about an hour back to get some lunch, which really got me thinking. America is huge, but everywhere you go, you see essentially the same typecast, the same mold of people. Middle of no where in the East is going to feel like middle of nowhere in the West in terms of demographics. Suburban Dallas is going to have the same social consistency of suburban Miami. What causes this? I think possibly it has to do with media outlets are the same everywhere, thus information, trends, styles, are going to be homoscedastic. Not like continents elsewhere in the world with countries the size of our states where there’s several different languages and very different cultural customs. For instance, in younger generations, we seem to be losing our accents. I sound like TV, no cultural roots in the tonal quality of my voice, except maybe I sound Midwestern. No drawl. No tarr, farr, boll, or oll in my tire, fire, boil or oil. I’m getting to the point where I want something distinguishing in my voice, so I’m trying to integrate pieces of American dialect in my homogenized vernacular. It’s dangerously close to the edge of being annoying, like that friend that studies abroad for six months in the UK and comes home sporting a high school acting class cockney mockery drenching every word they speak with Allo’s and Mate’s. But I don’t care, I’m willing to take that risk. I’ll trade my monotonic voice and David Shwimmer inflection for coastal nook colloquialisms and small town one liners. Maybe that’s becoming my goal on this tour, through osmosis to get some of this American culture I find so endearing. I guess let me know when I get back if my vocal melting pot wows you or not.
DAY 4 Denver, CO
Gotta play some catch up. Right now I’m typing on Jude’s laptop on our way from Denver to Logan Utah. We’re in and have been for quite some time, the middle of no where in Wyoming. It’s really pretty, never been to Wyoming. Geographically it’s similar to Northern Colorado (makes sense, right?) It’s incredibly windy, we’re getting tossed around like a sock in the dryer (worst analogy ever.) Sammy’s sitting next to me playing Dr. Mario on his laptop while Scott is at the helm in front of me and Jude’s directly to his right annoying him with his musical choices and air-drummed solos. It’s pretty awesome. Okay, so last night, and the events leading up to it.
DAY 4 Denver, CO
We woke up around 9:00am in the living room of my sister Emily’s house. It was nice to sleep somewhere clean and safe. We got up and Emily had taken the girls to go get some breakfast and Jeff had already gone to work. Jude, with his craftiness and “where there‘s a will there‘s a way“ optimism, found pancake batter and whipped some up. It was awesome. Emily and the girls returned shortly after and we just sort of puttered around all day, Scott had to wait around for a phone interview and there was confusion at what time based on what time zone they’d be calling so we just hung around, played a little Xbox, and were thoroughly entertained by my nieces. Around 4:00pm we went down to Denver and parked at the venue, and then went and ate some dinner at a food court at the street mall four blocks away. Why is it that the best and most authentic falafel is found in big city food courts? Don’t know. Probably won’t ever. The Marquis theatre, where we were playing, wasn’t really a theatre, nor a theater, but it was pretty awesome. Nice and clean, small stage with a big sound system. It was really fun, lots of people there and some singing along and dancing. Nothing really notable happened at the show, no funny “OMG, I cannot wait to blog about this” moments. But, we did play with a band called Vadera that was so gnar. They we’re similar to Denali (who I love) but a little more rocking. It was stellar. They’re album was put out by Second Nature, who also houses Ilya. I’m pretty sure they should do a tour together. Two killer bands fronted by beautiful voiced women touring together is sure to be a success. So yeah, Denver, a success if I do say so myself.
DAY 4 Denver, CO
We woke up around 9:00am in the living room of my sister Emily’s house. It was nice to sleep somewhere clean and safe. We got up and Emily had taken the girls to go get some breakfast and Jeff had already gone to work. Jude, with his craftiness and “where there‘s a will there‘s a way“ optimism, found pancake batter and whipped some up. It was awesome. Emily and the girls returned shortly after and we just sort of puttered around all day, Scott had to wait around for a phone interview and there was confusion at what time based on what time zone they’d be calling so we just hung around, played a little Xbox, and were thoroughly entertained by my nieces. Around 4:00pm we went down to Denver and parked at the venue, and then went and ate some dinner at a food court at the street mall four blocks away. Why is it that the best and most authentic falafel is found in big city food courts? Don’t know. Probably won’t ever. The Marquis theatre, where we were playing, wasn’t really a theatre, nor a theater, but it was pretty awesome. Nice and clean, small stage with a big sound system. It was really fun, lots of people there and some singing along and dancing. Nothing really notable happened at the show, no funny “OMG, I cannot wait to blog about this” moments. But, we did play with a band called Vadera that was so gnar. They we’re similar to Denali (who I love) but a little more rocking. It was stellar. They’re album was put out by Second Nature, who also houses Ilya. I’m pretty sure they should do a tour together. Two killer bands fronted by beautiful voiced women touring together is sure to be a success. So yeah, Denver, a success if I do say so myself.
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