Seriously? 

So we head down to Hollywood, fighting through traffic and honking and stares galore to the Viper Room.  We figure parking is going to be a bitch so the earlier the better.  We end up finding "parking" right across the street from the Viper but we're kind of hanging our asses out.  So we walk around for a second checking out the area and the Viper.  While we're milling around the front door to and fro, Taylor notices a gentleman walking across the street to his truck.  As he is tying his shoe, Taylor decides to ask about whether he is leaving.  When the man begins to stand up Taylor realizes its Dan fucking Akroyd.  And no fucking is not his middle name.  Otherwise it would capitalized: Fucking.  But no, its just Dan Akroyd, (call me Danny) chilling while his wife finishes shopping.  So Taylor asks if he is leaving soon and if we can have his spot.  He says he is leaving soon but why?  Taylor told him that he was with a band that was playing the Viper Room and that he was from Hawaii but we were from Denver.  To which Danny replies "Well, welcome to Hollywood."  I remember J hollering at me while this was happening.  I had no clue what was going on and I thought Taylor was full of shit till I heard Danny's voice.  So he says he'll just hold the spot for us while we move the bus around.  Seriously.  And he did for 10-15 minutes, while Jay tried to manuever the van around one city block fighting traffic and bullshit. 

So really, the first person we even have contact with in Hollywood is Danny Akroyd?  Clearly his friends call him Danny so we feel rather priveleged.  Nonetheless none of us are starstruck sorts of folk but fucking A.  What a proper and true welcome to Hollywood.  We know too real that he is just one damn cool dude on one long thrill ride.  J gave him a CD after he let us have his spot.  So heres to you and yours Danny Akroyd.  You tripped us the fuck out.  We've had a weird run so far and tonight was no exception.  We hope you like the CD but seriously?  Welcome to Hollywood?  Thank you, Danny motherfucking Akroyd.  Rock out with your cock out.

So the show was sweet, quite a few people there and definitely steady through most of the night.  There were three Australian bands which was odd.  One of them claimed LA because they've lived here a while but they were still all from Australia.  The other band was from Chicago.  I guess the Viper is more of an Indie club so we were very much so the heaviest act of the night.  The crowd was fun and even though we wasted time with bullshit banter (aka our favorite part) we still flew through a good number of songs.  Good times.  Much thanks out to Stacie and Miguel for being super cool, we like your moves.  Also to Charlie and J, you both really know how to make a band feel comfortable.  At least we did.  The Viper Room throws down ya'll.  Between the curtain and the privateish line checks we loved the set up. 

Much love to all our friends, Mike Matney and his buddy Eric came out and we're currently sitting up in Rhiannon and Rob's house in LA.  I'm so glad you both made it out on a Monday night.  One of the coolest parts of touring as I've mentioned is seeing friends you haven't seen or can't see often.  The unfortunate is not being able to stay for very long.  Such was the case in Portland with my boy Tommy and also in San Francisco with Brad and all of the rest of the band's friends whose names I don't remember (except Jill Berger. Cause A-Rod always says it like its a sandwich. Jillburger.  HA!).  So hopefully we get to kick it with everybody still. 

So now I have to pass out cause its WAY too late (or early) and I am fucking exhausted.  This whole blogging thing is new to me and its damn hard to make sure it gets accomplished everyday.  I see people reading them so that makes me happy to know its not going unnoticed but its hard to keep up on the road.  I think this is the first time once we got into the meat of this tour that I wrote one all in one sitting.  Especially half drunk and exhausted.  So thanks again, hit us up.  We're starving for contact.  And money.  I'll do this every day for the rest of my life if you pay me.  Or maybe just feed me and let me stay at your house.  Maybe thats what we SHOULD have called this tour.  The Feed Me and Let Me Stay At Your House Please Tour.  But then again thats stupid.

Wakka wakka,
 
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