oh hey, this is a little late..
the tour. oh my god.
show 1: baltimore brunch at rick w.'s house
there is nothing better than starting off a tour with a brunch show. the food was delicious and plentiful for vegetarians and omnivores alike. dogs and cats running between our legs. noise tapes on the stereo as we ate deviled eggs. our hosts were extremely gracious and we played a sub-par new song for them as thanks. then came the first blow. our next two shows (richmond and DC) were cancelled. flakey kids are the enemies of white suns. but rick, krista and greg put us up for an extra night and we spent the day exploring baltimore used record/book stores, john hopkins university, the free book store, etc.
then we were off to DC to spent a day with our old friend tyler. we started with the national gallery and saw tons of Important art. and the washington monument. then indian food. then debauchery. more champagne than i've ever had in my life. listening to ty-lore and meeting some of his friends only to drunken tell them about the advantages of communism, as if they didnt already know. then back to tyler's temporary home with some of his extended family. we somehow danced to mr. bungle in the low-ceiling'd basement, but woke up grandma in the process. in the morning she wanted us out, but we couldnt hear because tyler put on some japanese samurai television series. we left him to nurse his hangover in bed and we moved on to philadelphia.
show 2: philadelphia
somewhere in delaware our windshield wipers stopped working. foreshadowing. after attempting to fix them in the rain and failing, we stubbornly drove on, ignoring the seriously bad omen. about ten minutes outside of philadelphia i was driving and trying to look at street signs. i (kevin) rear-ended the car in front of us, which had stopped without my noticing. the airbags went off. it was all over. luckily no one was injured, but the car was inoperable. it was towed to a towpound where the FAT ASSHOLES wouldnt let us take any of our belongings with us. FUCK YOU DREXEL HILL, PENNSYLVANIA. we were stranded. luckily, evan from satanized had a car and picked us up. we were fairly unhappy as you can probably imagine. however, we did manage to play the show with borrowed equipment and during out set i realized that i had broken my foot somehow in the crash. we stayed at nagle's house that night and in the morning made 9999 phone calls to insurance companies and dana's dad who took us back to CT to regroup. it was a Terrible experience, but luckily our friends in philly are awesome and helped us survive.
show 3: brooklyn
the next day we drove back to that SHITHOLE - DREXEL HILL, PENNSYLVANIA - and got the god damn van 'released' so we could transfer all our gear into dana's mom's pickup truck. the ape-like navy veteran who worked at the tow yard gathered his wits to find us a screwdriver to take off the lisence plates and we let them junk the van. then - brooklyn.
this show was one of those Great Shows. we had our own stuff back and it felt great to play a hard set with our own instruments. birth control played 'tourette's' which was fuckin cool. satanized did it with nagle standing on an amp and presiding over us while shredding. and then cutter tore the place up and broke all the microphones and kids went nuts. perfect.
show 4: connecticut
the last show was at the weird diner and it was a relief to play for a bunch of our friends including some kid who puked during the set after ours. hometown kids rule.
all in all, it was ok. we lost the van, but played some great shows. we saw some of america and met tons of kids, some of whom actually gave a shit about our band! great people helped us along the way - thanks to: rick & krista & greg, tyl0r and grandma, evan & alex, john badmaster, jeff @ weird diner and everybody else.
thats all for now. fuck tow yards in drexel hill. fuck cars. we'll be back.