tour is done. maybe now i'l have time to write

can't leave you all hanging, wondering about our exploits. lengthy updates to come, maybe in one sitting, maybe over the next few days. depends how well this iced coffee with two extra shots from Clementine Thunderbird East works.

without further ado:

Thursday, July 2
drove from Boston to Niantic, CT to grab Jesse. everyone looked well rested, save me of course, who according to Sue (jesse's mom) looked 'like i hadn't stopped partying in a week.' make it two, Ma. ok, make it 6.

from Niantic we headed to New Paltz, NY hitting all of the July 4 weekend get-the-fuck-out-of-NYC traffic. great. New Paltz looks like a group of Phishheads got lost following the band around and decided just to set up shop in the Catskill Mountains. and i do mean shop, i.e. Coffee Shop, i.e. THERE WAS FOUR COFFEE SHOPS RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER DOWNTOWN. get a job, smelly hippie.

the show itself was pretty fun. place was called Snug Harbor and they gave us free beer all night. mm mm, Rolling Rock. thanks dudes. i got dragged to an 80s dance party at another bar and found myself drunkenly singingalong to "Livin on a Prayer." fucking idiot. met back up with the guys and partied at some kids house out in the country. more stars in the sky than i've ever seen. Scooter has a childlike fascination with fireflies. kinda adorable.

Friday, July 3
drove back to Boston to play a basement party with my good friends This Car Up. Cadge Blue and I jumped out the van somewhere near the Charles and proceeded to walk all over downtown Boston. dope. city. could spend all day in Boston Commons just kicking it. ate some clam chowda. headed into Allston for the party.



Where the Land Meets the Sea opened the set. turns out we have a lot of mutual friends (international waters, frank smith). WTLMTS is an amazing band; i'll be bringing them down to Austin for SXSW so keep an eye out for their show. Jon's older sister was at the show. i think she enjoyed herself. This Car Up was amazing as always but sadly announced this was their second-to-last show. bummer. the great bands always break up.

went out to the van to change shirts - found someone had tagged "Horne!" on the van which i assume is intended to be read "horny." what mAssholes!

original plan was to drive to NYC on July 4 for some rooftop firework action. opted instead to stay in Boston. wise choice my friend.

Saturday, July 4
woke up late, headed to Keith from This Car Up's house in Brighton for a fourth of july bbq. food, whisky, weed, beer, and wiffleball homerun derby. god bless america. left the derby to go hang out with one of Jon and Blue's old high school buddies at a rooftop prty downtown. seriously, we were no more than 300 yards from where the fireworks were set. so amazing. couldn't have asked for a better way to spend the 4th. ended the night hanging out with some of the WTLMTS kids at their practice space listening to rap and drinking warm PBR.





Sunday, July 5
this entire day was spend in a van. got on the road around noon. stopped by home depot to spray paint over the fresh tag on our van. drove to Brooklyn to grab an amp head Blue has been waiting for over 2 years to reclaim. then drove BACK to New Paltz to recover a lost guitar (yes, that IS the second time this tour that happened, thanks). left New Paltz after eating a sad upstate new york try at Mexican food. sad. new york. sad.

i got to drive first. even though it was at night, there was a full moon ... hands down the best drive we had. mountains the whole way - western Pennsylvania is intense. (you may have noticed a running theme when i'm relating my driving stories, that is, I REALLY LIKE MOUNTAINS. they're cool.)

Monday, July 6
got to Cleveland around 8:00am and drove right down to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame because, well, we didn't know where else to go. heard from the Krum Bums you could get into the hall of fame for free if you inform them you're in a touring band and give them a CD. done! rock and roll hall of fame is pretty intense, definitely makes you feel small time but inspired all the same. Bruce Springsteen exhibit = crucial.

show that night was at a spot called The Grog Shop. Johio (Red7) used to work there so we were more than taken care of. our show was a late show following the earlier scheduled mewithoutyou and Deer Hunter show. both those bands were pretty good. so many fucking kids there to see them. Blue pointed out the oddness of the venue we're playing at being sold out, but not for us. tried our best to get some of the kids to stick around to watch us and some of them did, i think. Two Hand Fools (remember, we met them in Gainesville. see below if not) were on the bills as well. always fun hanging out with those kids. spent the night at Molly's house. Jon has a pretty hilarious story from this night. he tells it better than me.

Tuesday, July 7
day off. drove to Chicago to hang out with our buddy Dale Beach. good fucking times - haven't seen Dale in forever, looking forward to hitting the road with him in October. kept it chill. left early as hell the next morning to drive to Minnesota.

more to come.



we roll deep

LONG OVERDUE

the clamoring for a new blog post has grown incessant so here goes.

Friday June 26
performed at Rockstar in Brooklyn. real hole in the wall practically underneath the Williamsburg bridge. our good friends Fake Hooker played. rowdy fucking time. this was the start of over a week of hard partying that has led to the lack of blog posts. left Rockstar Bar briefly to go to East River Bar with Tito and his roommate who works for Temporary Residence Records (Explosions in the Sky). too much like Beauty Bar in Austin. i only enjoy hanging out / laughing at hipster douchebags when i know them - sardonic, much? back to Rockstar, then the Borrowers and Co. followed a friend whose name i have since forgotten back to her apartment to crash. got distracted by the bar below her apartment and the DJs who i subsequently pushed aside and somehow managed to hijack their DJ set. grew frustrated at the fact that they had horrible dance music selection and that they later got paid $100 for their "efforts." big up Austin DJs who try. stayed up with Cadger and his old NYC roommate Nick (an "actor training to be a waiter") till the sun came up. drank a bottle of Vermouth (apparently not good for you) and later threw it at a crowd of kids walking home at 8:00 am. man i'm a douche. passed out around 9 am and woke up 3 hours later with a splitting headache. drove to Connecticut.

Saturday June 27
Niantic, CT - Jesse's hometown. had to adjust to referring to Cadger as Jess or Jesse. loads of food waiting for us cooked by Jesse's amazing parents Sue and Dave. drank about a 6-pack and a half before even getting to the venue. drank more. played an amazing set in front of all of Jesse's best friends. positive i saw him cry during "Kalifornia" though he continues to deny it. probably the biggest crowd Oasis Pub will see all year.

Sunday June 28
drove to Boston for an early show at O'Briens. surprised to see so many people out so early on a Sunday. *gulp*gulp*gulp* i think you're getting the picture. Blue and Jon's parents were there. nice folks. so were my BFFs in Junius. another amazing set followed by... well actually I don't remember much of what happened next. i remember seeing Music Gym Rob and briefly thinking i was back in Austin but realized it was Allston an easy mistake to make given the laziness of speech i developed in the Northeast. house party in a (sort of) abandoned (but still gorgeous) house that Rob sometimes lives in when he is in Boston and not Austin. crashed at my new best friend Angelique's amazing apartment in Southie. parking in South Boston is a bitch, FYI.

Monday June 29
back to New York City. oh brother. Arlene's Grocery is a legendary spot (immortalized recently in the near-classic, cinematic triumph and highlight of Michael Cera's short career Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist). show wasn't as packed as the last NYC gig but I did finally get to meet former Bankrupt and the Borrower and Dell Computers spokesman Ben. let me refresh your memory:



AWESOME!! ended up at Off the Wagon, a totally lame NYU bar with $1 pints. split with my band members as they went home to their parents in MA and CT while i continued my partying in New York City. Tito and I went back to Nick's apartment and stumbled home sometime around sunrise.

Tuesday June 30
hanging out in New York City by myself. coffee in Williamsburg followed by a wandering trek to the Metropolitan Museum of Art where i saw an exhibit by the amazing Francis Bacon (google it). walked through Central Park in the pouring rain, got completely soaked but definitely had "a reflective moment" with myself. met Tito back in W'burg for a drink. went to the only bar in NYC (supposedly) that sells Lonestar. tasted like the sweet nectar of angels. i miss you Texas (sort of). next was Barcade, a bar with wall to wall arcade games and if the name alone wasn't enough to make that clear then you my friend are an idiot. next stop was Union Pool ... then the party really started. and by party i mean a nearly got fucking ARRESTED on the new york city subway. turned out i was merely getting ticketed for smoking on an OUTDOOR platform and not for skipping the turnstile when first entering the subway station. doh. guess i got off lucky.

Wednesday July 1
boarded a bus bound for Boston. 5 hour bus ride really numbed my ass but provided a (brief) opportunity to sober up. met up with my boys the Krum Bums on tour from Austin with the legendary Germs. hung out backstage with motherfucking Pat Smear and former ER cast member and now Darby Crash-replacement Shane West. watch:



highlights of the night: watching Shane West pound a kids face in who screamed at him "must suck having been on ER." singing "Deep in the Heart of Texas" with a bunch of Austin kids in Boston bar and NOT getting our faces pounded in. good times.



Pat insisted a female be in the picture.



Krum Bums party hard.

that's all you get for now. more to come. promise.

Friday, June 26

don't feel like writing, just uploaded 50+ pictures. so enjoy them.

DC!


"we need to go that way." "which way!"






so deep on so many levels.












National Museum of Man






honestly got choked up at the Lincoln Memorial






Barak wouldn't see us. Jerk!


true.


Korean War Memorial




TX


art

PHILLY!


NOT Ben Franklin






blue


horses ass.


the real rocky


"it's the, eye of the tiger, the thrill of the fight..."


Bankrupt Rocky




people at the Philly Art Museum must constantly think "why doesn't anyone ever come INSIDE the museum. they just run up the goddamn steps all day."

JERSEY!


classic jersey dudes. dude on the right is our boy Carmen's pops






Carmen's Godfather was the tallest wide-receiver in NFL history.


Dikembe Mutombo's shoe


cocks.


don't fall asleep.


YES!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, June 23

this blog is gonna be heavy on the pictures low on the chatter. late night in Alexandria, VA and don't feel like writing. just got home from staring out over the Potomac at Maryland/DC. this townhome we're staying in is gorgeous but hot as hell. must say: reading Our Band Could Be Your Life while on tour is certainly odd as our escapades are NOTHING like our forebearers. haven't slept on one "catpiss-soaked floor" yet.



Charleston, SC: the Tin Roof is a lot like a bar we'd play in Austin. very much a Hole in the Wall vibe. loved it. the band we were supposed to play with Thursday night canceled so we played two sets and kept all the door money. AND the bar staff covered our tab. dope. they drink something in Charleston that i've never seen anywhere before: American Honey. a honey flavored bourbon that is sweet as hell. not bad but not something i could drink on a regular basis like these kids do. that, coupled with the bottle of Northern Lights we were sipping in the van led to, well, let's just say an interesting night. emo meltdown, anyone?

went to Folly Beach Saturday. listened to Best of Def Jam Records: 1985-2001 the whole drive down there. gangsta. shocked at the fact the Blue knows all the lyrics to "Pop Goes the Weasel." watching Cadge wrap the opening verse to "Regulators" equally as amusing. walked out into the water in my jean shorts, got about shoulder deep, put my hand in my pocket and realized there was something in my pocket: my cell phone. UGHHHHHHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. (picked up a new cell phone in Alexandria).



Folly Beach is probably one of the most amazing beaches in America. beautiful water, gorgeous women. got a little sunburned (giving new meaning to the "want some aloe for that burn" line i am oh so found of).

Tin Roof loved us so much the invited us back to play Friday and seeing as how we didn't have a show that night we returned for round two. once again the staff treated us like royalty. so unbelievable the kindness of some people. made a concerted effort not to get as drunk as the night before but to no avail. seriously, coolest bunch of kids ever at The Tin Roof. should you find yourself in Charleston, hit them up.



left the venue, experienced the wonder of Waffle House (experienced it again this morning too ... gwoss). met ChicagoJim and busted his balls about baseball. strange people at Affle House. strange people indeed. went home and laughed for hours at this:



Chapel Hill, NC:once again the band Red Collar proved their overwhelming awesomeness by getting us a show in Chapel Hill on Saturday when we previously had none. played at a dope coffee shop called Jack Sprat. did a little touring of Franklin St. before load-in and checked out some other great venues in the area like The Cave and Local 506.

Chapel Hill is easily one of the coolest towns we've been too. for the second time all tour a wedding party wandered into our performance. these kids were lit and they danced their asses off to all our songs. Chapel Hill: 1, Austin: 0. crashed at Mimi from the Pneurotics place.

Raleigh, NC: slept in, drove to Raleigh. stopped at one of Jesse's old buddies spot out in the country, ate burgers about kids they grew up with with names like Rickey Love and Sully. played at Slim's Downtown in Raleigh. really the first shitty night we've had all tour. played well, actually, but just didn't get the same vibe off the bar/staff/crowd that'd we've been getting elsewhere. fuck it. got in the van with a quickness and drove all night to Alexandria, VA (just outside of DC) to stay with another of Jesse's boys from back in the day.

DC! supposed to go to DC to sight-see but decided to wait until tomorrow. tons of pictures to post from that i'm sure. till then here are some images from the past couple days (thanks to Wilson in Charleston and Matty Pettis in Atlanta for taking some photos and sending them our way).

Gene. Gene Griffin. Nice to meet you.



Cadger the Writer



head on collision nearly ended the tour



kids in Charleston love them some Buck Hunter



Cadger won, I think...



Jon is incapable of a serious photo











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