So here's the scoop. My band, Hexes, are meant to be on tour with Finch right? We played one show in Liverpool last week with them. That was weird as fuck. People staring at us like a dog thats just been shown a card trick. Not ideal. I ended up bogging out a couple of nightmares and it wasn't mellow. Anyways, awesome veggie food afterwards. So every cloud. Only this cloud is a big one and has been following us. After Finch play and singer Nate was sick onstage, it becomes apparent that he's ill. So we then drive away waiting to see if the next show in Newcastle is on. We get a call at like 11am saying its not, but tomorrow should be fine as Nates had some meds. So we drive to Glasgow. Aberdeen gets cancelled. We sit round Neils flat. Its a good time, we play the new Call Of Duty a shitload. We go to The Cathouse for its Birthday clebration, we get in for free and get given free booze all night. Stoked. The next day we get up and go shopping. Jon buys some sweet tassled loafers and everyone decides that Starbucks Dark Cherry Mocha is the best beverage ever served. Cathouse again that night. Blag in, free booze, good times. Next morning we get up. Today is the Glasgow show day. Its also my birthday. How can it go wrong?! Another phone call. No show tonight... Homeslice is still sick.
So we pack our shit up, get the fuck out of Neils and his flatmates Colins hair and decide to drive back home as all dates are off until the 21st in Coventry. Joy. My birthday is spent driving in a van with no heating for nine hours. As we get within 30 miles of home the traffic on the M25 is crawling. No worries. Its all good. Oh wait... The vans stopped. We are in the third lane of a four lane stretch. At least the traffics not moving. Oh... So then we sit in a white tin box for ten minutes sweating as cars fly past either side of us at 80 mph and trucks swerve to avoid us. Hazard lights aren't cutting it. I suggest running for the hard shoulder. An enormous truck nearly hits the van and we decide this isnt cool. We make calls and text people we love. Its not the fun packed birthday adventure I was hoping for. After a guy pulls into the hard shoulder and reverses back for 2 minutes just to look at us, we try the engine AGAIN. It starts! Crawl into the hard shoulder and wait for traffic police and a rescue truck. 30 mins in the cold are nothing. We are all drunk on life. 'Can you believe we didnt get killed?!' Very high fucking fives all around... We get home safe and sound. Maybe we'll be back out on tour in a few days. I'm hoping so. Better happen after all this bullshit. I hope Nate gets better and I hope this all is worthwhile in the end...