apparently at some point between Tallahassee and Gainesville i lied down to sleep next to gene, began coughing (no doubt from my near two pack a day developed in just one short week on the road) and let loose a loogie onto Scooter's arm. oh well. to his credit he didn't even wake me up to complain. ah, friends.
Gainesville, FL:play at The Kickstand. super sweet spot - a volunteer-run bicycle repair shop. a lot like Yellow Bike Project in austin but with a stage. there were 5 bands on the bill ... and not a single one from Gainesville. honestly, other than the adorable girl working the door and the 2 guys trying to take her home, it was all out-of-towners hanging out. major bum out. silver lining where are you ... ... ... well, for starters, we got to play with two of the most inspiring bands i've seen in a long time. Red Collar are in the against me, fake problems vein and make you believe that you're doing the right thing by playing in a band. dudes (and one gal) are from Durham, NC and i can see us being friends for a long time. Two Hand Fools are a group of 18-22 year olds who weren't even on the show, they just showed up and asked to play. these kids were INCREDIBLE. like a more punk rock This Bike is a Pipe Bomb. so good to see young kids on the road busting there ass. AND to top it all off, Two Hand Fools are from Cleveland, where we have a show but with NO LOCALS. not only did they enthusiastically agree to play the show, but they're going to find more bands to play and promote the show. holy shit. what could go wrong.
shit. spoke too soon. turns out we left a guitar in Tallahassee. BUM. OUT! finished playing the Kickstand. hugs and handshakes all around. climbed back in the van and drove through the night to Tallahassee. me helping keep Cadge awake talking about Howard Zinn, class struggle, artistic struggle, blah blah blah. slept in the van (first time all tour, that's good). went back to The Engine Room. luckily there is a guy who lives in the fucking club who let us in annnnnnnnnnd we found our guitar. fuckin-a man even when shit is going bad we're having fun.
i was lucky enough to have driving detail from Tallahasse to Baggage's brother's house in rural Georgia. no interstate, just backroads and small towns. nothing but farms and forests. real forests. I felt like I was seeing trees for the first time. Big trees, tall as fuck and full of leaves. and everytime a truck drove by me going the opposite direction carrying a bed full of cut down tree trunks i cried a little. cue PSA:
Matty lives out in the country about 50 miles outside of Hotlanta and with no show that night, we crashed at his house, drank a bottle of Evan Williams and a couple cases of Natty Light. Gene-o grilled up some hot dogs. played video games and Asshole. laughed hysterically. nights like these are what make a 6 week long tour tolerable.
currently sitting in a Dunkin Donuts in Marietta, GA. cadger is mildly obsessed with the Double D Coffee so we've stopped at just about every dunkin we've come across. and now some photos.
live at The Kickstand
notice the v-neck t-shirt i'm wearing. makes it embarrisingly obvious how little chest hair i have :(
Red Collar. totes BFF now.
stole this bike. not really. wanted to
our van is an organized mess
Matt from Look Mexico's cat and dog square off. Samson lost. moments after this picture is taken he smears blood all over that painting. poor guy.
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