Waking up at Dave’s parents’ in San Francisco, we were practically home. After a quick run from Noah and a Game of Thrones-ingest from Dave and Eric, we went in to Oakland. We had brunch with Dave’s sister Lesley and Tom Adrian, our favorite Bay Area Lunatic. If you’re in to the Gluten-Free lifestyle, make sure to check out Mariposa Cafe in Oakland. It’s scrummy.
We drove south, getting in to Santa Barbara late afternoon. There we had a joyous reunion with Eric’s wife Jess and Noah’s roommate Lizzie. We ate at La Super Rica & headed to Isla Vista, where we’d be playing the Biko House again.
Kids were selling weed cookies and twirling fire outside; it was like Burning Man boot camp. We met up with our good friends Indiana and Nathan and had a great show, playing with Hi Ho Silver Away, Cole Moldy, and Yule FM. Ryan and Stew came out too, which was great.
After the show we loaded that van for the last time and headed home. Now we’re in sunny weather and don’t know what to do with all this residual energy. It’s back to work, girlfriends, wives, life for a while. Also: sleeping in beds. Also: sleeping, period.
It was so great to see so many old friends and make so many new ones on this odyssey of sorts. Thanks to anyone who set up shows, housed us, played with us, made us midnight burritos, let us sleep on their farm, trekked across town to get us pizza, came out even though they have a newborn at home, bought records, bought shirts, bought drinks, bought whatever, all in all: thanks! We had an epic time and love you all.
We broke down our tent in Jamie and Mike’s place and headed south. We rolled in to Portland mid-afternoon. Sara had flown up to both visit family and meet Dave. We met up with both she and our classic Portland host, Phil, in a beautiful, summer-smoldering park. Sara whisked Dave off, to introduce him to her family.
We played at The Know tonight, with Cuntifiers and No More Parachutes. PLEASE look in to these bands if you’re not familiar! As always, we had a ball in Portland. Thanks to Mike for the drinks, Phil for the basement, and the entire Jester etc clan for coming out.
I am including these photos because at this point you can scroll down to see all the iterations of expressions and movements that we make while playing music.
Shortly after our arrival in the city we were informed that the show had been canceled due to a serious family emergency for a member of the local band that had been booking the show. I managed to convince the bar to let us play anyway (by this point the second local band had also bailed on the show to move to another bill across town) since we had traveled so far and were jonesing to let loose. We played to a solid handful of people we already knew and a slightly smaller handful of people they knew. It was a fun night nonetheless. Next time maybe we will meet some strangers.
Seattle was a bit of a mess but at least we got to see a bunch of old friends.
I still love the city very much.
This is what happens once you get through eastern Washington. So, why you would want to be somewhere other than the northwest is beyond me.
Eric here. I’m going to keep this relatively short because I’m lazy and there are burritos being made.
We started the day by driving through the absolute dullest part of the otherwise breath-taking state of Colorado. This, however, is not a sight seeing trip and we hauled ass through Wyoming (dull) over to Salt Lake City (Utah was considerably more attractive). One thing is we know for sure about Salt Lake: the streets are INCREDIBLY CONFUSING. 300 West 300 St North? That’s barely an address. Bottom line: get creative with your street names, SLC!
We played The Underground with Jawwzz, Secret Abilities, and Cuddleslut and had a grand ol’ time.
Big ups to Maddy, who set the show up, her housemates, and Oscar the female cat!
PS: The above picture is how Noah stays in such great shape!
We’re having a very exciting drive today.
Last night we played Shaky Molar House in Denver. The house was in significantly better shape than any we’ve played thus far; we were almost afraid of breaking some artifact or piece of china. Good news: we didn’t.
We played with Perfumeman, Sean Renner, & Kitty Crimes: our most eclectic show yet. Old friends Amanda & Dave came out, which was awesome. We met a few cool cats, both literally and figuratively. We played our quietest set, but Dave’s knuckles bled the hardest. Had a great post-show chill sesh with D. Preston Lindholm.
Off to SLC!
Chicago was amazing. We stayed with Ben & Megan, friends of our friend Sabrina. We rolled in to the misty city, and were almost immediately fed Lou Malnati’s deep dish from Sabrina. As it was our first night off in twenty days, we decided to rage. We went out and raged at Danny’s and Beauty Bar. Thanks to Thom, Jason, and Carrie for the good suggestions.
The next day we had planned to really check out the city, but impenetrable rain and the night’s prior brainfuzz made this….interesting. We drove around with our tour guide Sabrina, and squinted at different neighborhoods through the windows of our van. We did find the good luck, though, of catching the eye of the storm right as we reached Lake Michigan. For those of you who haven’t seen a Great Lake, holy fuck: GO. It’s mind-blowingly immense and beautiful.
We played that night at Township, venue on one half, diner on the other. Thanks to the Ivorys for letting us bleed a bit on their drums and break 2 of their guitar strings. And to Sharpless for being such crucial dudes. Our old friend Jordana came, as well as newer friends we’d recently made. We also met an amazing artist named Lena Rush. Check her stuff out: http://www.lenarush.com/
The next day we headed to Minneapolis, stopping only to buy Wisconsin cheese curds, as pictured above. We played Memory Lanes, the punkest bowling alley in the nation. And yes, we played in the lanes, while people bowled around us. We all agree it’s our greatest stage to date. We played with Despise and Brain Tumors, all cool dudes. A crucial sound guy named Tom took us in for the night.
Today, an endless expanse of driving. We were all starting to go a little crazy by the end. Now we’re in lovely North Platt, Nebraska, in a Quality Inn. After a month of floors and the occasional couch - and no offense to our generous hosts here, we mean that - this feels like the Ritz Carlton. We’re waking up in a few hours so we can sit in a hot tub. That’s right. Best.