It’s about 6pm in Atlanta, getting geared up for a Monday night in Atlanta.  Our hotel is conveniently located on the approach path of the largest runway to the Atlanta airport.  Last night a few 747’s flew over our heads, I had panic attacks in my sleep, I was waiting to wake up with a jet engine in my lap.

Looking at some of the pictures from the tour, wow, we get to travel to some really neat places, and we see some cool shit... feast your eyes, some notes from the road...  As it stands right now spirits are pretty high, Percy is a little sick right now so please put some intentions out there for the Bagel Bird to get better, being sick on the road is probably worse than being sick.

Huntsville, TX

Capital punishment…  We drove by the prison, we did our token GM Funk jam>prison death row electrocution ambience jam, the gig was only 2 blocks from Death Row…  Since Texas likes to fry the innocent (mentally challengedz, midgets, Canadians, gays, minorities and anyone else that qualifies for a Grade A pickup dragging), every once in a while when we were playing, the power would dim, another burned inmate bites the dust.  We stayed in a hotel, Dboz got us the 3 bed master suite at the econo lodge, I slept on the Aerobed and huffed exhaust from trucks all night on the fucking floor.

Observation of Texas and Huntsville.  I used to think Texas had lots of flat land and hot dry blandness.  The funny thing, is that every state has tons of beauty.  Texas is beautiful, and Huntsville is pretty nice, I guess if you are going to be capitally punished, what a better place.  Huntsville folks are pretty cool, they don’t mention how the town sucks when you come to play there, they actually stick up for it.  Huntsville is unique, it’s somewhat unspoiled, it has some sort of underground hippie type vibe going on, except if you go near the prison, the vibe disappears and is transposed into electrocution.  Thanks to the Stardust room for some good food and nice service.

We ate BBQ the next day at the New Zion Missionary Baptist Church - Huntsville, TX, if you ever pass through this area, it’s a must try.  This place is family style goodness from jesus, we got the meat sweats and snarked down tons of meat and praised jesus for a low price of around $11 a person..

Houston, TX

This tour can’t be any easier.  Normally you are racing from town to town, with never enough time to do shit, but for some reason it’s just working out….  Plenty of time to rest up and get ready for a show, it makes 100% of a difference.  We’re staying at the Ramada Inn, conveniently located next to a warzone of I-10 construction.  800 cop cars drove through our room last night.  The show at Dan Electros was pretty good, the sound was pretty bad.  It’s a low key venue and of course, the folks in Houston decided that they were so miserable because they live in Houston, that there really is no reason to go out anyway.  It was nice to see some friends and hang out, and of course, the staff at Dan Electros was amazing, now we just need to find a way to get some kids to come out to that venue, it’d be way better.  We’ve had some good shows there in the past with Green Lemon.

Cajun Yacht Rock - NOLA - Maple Leaf

I’m writing this on the way to Atlanta...  Not there yet… we’re listening to Yacht rock, and Dboz is singing Peg by steely Dan..   If you haven’t yet seen any of the Yacht Rock’s on you tube, please check it out.  We have been jamming enough Michael McDonald and Steely Dan to make anyone sick.  It’s just the theme of the tour I guess....

Keystone Light.  I’m trying to save money, but realizing that maybe investing in beer that wasn’t made from Frat Kid Piss might be worth the investment.  I have a college kid hangover today.  Abia, local beer for NOLA is bad ass.  I had the Strawberry Abia beer and it was good, I felt like a non-manly like drinking it...... Let’s get back to the disclaimer, if you are offended by these blogs, what can I say?  I just deleted lots of content because I’m catching $hit from corporate, so let us know how jew feel.   Please email the mothership@movingmatter.com if you have any complaints and we will look into the implementation of a rated G blog for the moms and sensitive folks.  I am a crass writer, what can I say...

Cajun food, is pretty badass.  There is something to say about swamps and bayous and NOLA life..  Walking around with unlimited sources of alcohol and plenty of pissing in the street, is a wonderful experience.  NOLA has so much to offer, and one of the greatest things is our FREEDOM!   No ending hours on serving booze, gambling, fuck does it get any better?  Chris mentioned that these laws attract certain behaviors, and I agree.  However, why can’t we do this shit up north and in some other cities.  I propose, open container on Saturdays only.  From midnight on Friday night until Sunday Morning we are allowed to have open cocktails, we can gamble and the bars can close when they want.  Would this really fuck things up that bad?  The state could make more money for DUI’s.  Truth of it all is that I can’t drink worth a damn anymore, Moving Matter is getting too old and needs to switch to Non-Alcoholic brews... 

I’m going to let you in on a little secret unheard of in the music world.  New Orleans, the Maple Leaf, holy (bad word) something is terribly good with this scenario.  This place defies the world in which we live in.  I can’t go into the specifics of how good we get taken care of, but it’s just outright insane.  I want to think that it’s because NOLA has so much respect for musicians, but the truth of it all is that the place we are playing really just has a good thing going on.  Digiacomo’s food is amazing, I mean seriously, I had  RABBIT TENDERLOIN!  They catch the rabbits in Mississippi, we had stuffed shrimp.  I got the CHICKEN because I’m a fat CHUCK.  Let me tell you something, if I wasn’t madly in love with my baby, I’d have taken this chicken home and had my way with it.  And truthfully, sorry babe, I cheated on you.  I made self love masturbatory with Digiacomo’s chicken, I put it in the microwave and we had hot love. 

The staff at this place was incredible, we had people waiting on us for every move, the lady even walked me to the bathroom, and it’s neat there because you walk through the kitchen.  I’ve never experienced such a unique experience from the staff, they really take you in.  When I had my chicken put in a box, she actually filled it up with extra sides.  These people defy greed and bring love into their business, un-real.  We pawed through the leftovers in the van on the drive home, oh man, fried chicken and potato salad paws.  I looked like Winnie the Pooh blob with potato salad hands in my claws.

Off to Atlanta, we got to spend some time in the French Quarter, Chris almost got arrested by a fat angry Farva (jumbo cop from the movie Super Troopers) just because he had his shirt off.  We got suckkered into eating at a Cajun place that we probably  wouldn’t have gone to if it weren’t for a high pressure salesman.  I told him we’d eat there under one condition.  That if we don’t like the entire meal, he has to blow each band member.  He thought this was funny, and so did I, but nobody else did.  When I left the restaurant even the chef gave me a high five, Fats scores one point with the locals for being LOCO.

Spirits are high, the bank account is in the plus, now for a whole day of driving to Atlanta.  We stop at the Olive Garden along the way and do the soup salad and breadsticks.  Good stuff, we check into the Days Inn...  I’m going to sign out now... part II will be coming up soon..  Any thoughts, or comments, let us know.  I am currently taking bids for any type of Road Dare, we will take the pics...

Here’s something interesting that happened.  I got this 100% raw uncooked chicken sandwich from McShit rest in Caldwell TX, unreal, I luckily spit it up.  I took the sandwich back in, they scolded the cook, he had a whole tray of uncooked chicken sandwiches.  Lucky it was me and not some kid that ate that.   The next 3 days I vomited blood and had.....