Bob is driving the Club Wagon.
Shortly after we get on the express highway Bob goes...oh shit!!
Everybody thinks the van started stalling again.
Good news is that the van is ok..
Bad news is that we forgot to put gas
and we are on the 746 parked in the hard shoulder
waiting for a fucking truck to come from the back..
and shoot us straight to the moon!
Ended up paying 45 bucks for 4 galons of gasoline
to get us to the nearest pit stop,
due to some stupid state law that forbids
gas stations to sell gas in tanks..
Arriving in Philly a couple hours later.
Going to a vegetarian fast food that sells those
incredibly good tasting ,unhealthy vegan Philly chease steaks
that Lenny was talking about.
Getting a violation ticket for parking illegaly
and heading down to Justin's house.
Today's show is a house show.
It's supposed to be an early one so we can make it
to the second house show in New Brunswick before 9.
Unfortunately that was impossible since the English lads
from Newcastle are supposed to use our backline and stuff,
so we had to cancel the second one.
Where we come from there is no such thing as House shows..
and we are super stoked to be playing our first house show in the US.
Especially at this time of year,
there are hundreds of bands driving down to Florida to play in the FEST,
while playing small house shows all over the country.
Our show is in the Olive garden.
When we arrived at Justin's house another
band was actually leaving that very moment from last nights house show.
In the morning we woke up to find hair in the backyard..
The last ones drinking found a shaving machine and decided to punk themselves up...So the verdict is...Chelsea hair for Sarah,Up the punx haircut for Decklan and handlebar moustache for the English-man.The house looks unbeleavably clean for a house that had two house shows the last two days.
Lenny is cooking veggie wraps with Black beans and cactus for all of us while we bake in the sun at Dustin's backyard..Short drive today to Baltimore..
Heading to Philly.Baltimore,Maryland Charm city art center..
Dead to me and Banner Pilot are playing down the road.Not expecting too many kids in the show.after the show we pack the van quickly and drive to the gig.It's the first time we see both bands playing live.Dead to me have their new album in the merch table which is not even out yet.Both bands play tight.
Chilled outside in the parking lot for a while.
Sarah get into a fight earlier on with the bouncers.
Engine starts..leaving for the suburbs of Baltimore to sleep at 's house.
Lenny shouts at the bouncers while we pass in front of the bar
''See you fucking later,fucking assholes...''
and we drive,
Wu tang playing on the radio..
Suburbs,great house...big roads with identical houses left and right.
Flags hanging in front of the garage doors.
Cars parked nietly in the drive ways.
Basketball hoops in front of most of the houses.
Game is on..Canadians vs Greeks
Off to Pittsburg.
Pittsburg..going down southGarett's house.Bikes locked at the porch,house show once again.
Another house show..guaranteed to be fun.small sets,crowded living room,smiling faces.
load in,set gear,play,eat soup,watch unfun play,load out....
Downtown Pittsburg to grab some crisps and off to John's appartment.
On our way there we stop for dumpster pizza.10 boxes are retrieved from the garbage can in the back..Decklan is still inside the dumpster eating from 3 different slices..
Sometimes they throw bleach on the pizzas before throwing them to prevent people from eating them.
This is the land of the free afterall and nothing comes for free here..
John's place is cool.He is such a rad dude.
His roomate wakes up,digs in the pizza and cracks a beer open.Looked a bit surprised to walk down
the staircase and find 10 people in the living room..Just for a sec.Smiles and greets.
Loads of beer and talking tonight..
Talking about costumes.
Kiss are brought into the conversation.
Garett is running down the basement,grabs a pair of speakers and blasts Detroit Rock city in the small kitchen full of people.
Billy and Zahos are still sleeping in the van by the time we woke up.
Vegan pizza for all of us..Breakfast of the champions..Not!
And off we go once again...the plan is to do half the distance to atlanta and sleep at a motel on the road.
Motel 6,somewhere on the road.We can feel that we are going south..People are getting larger,accents are getting thicker and people get weirder.
Stopping every couple hours to let the engine cool off.
Loads of steap hills in Pensylvania and the 9 seater Sloth cant cope really well with that.
Still haven't fixed the problem but miraculesly it still starts and drives us slowly but steadily.
Last truck stop before the motel..
Sarah,Bob,Lenny and Becky enter the restaurant.
Creepy dude is staring at them..All of them avoid eye contact.
Creepy dude shouts..''..look at me,i know you can see me''
He is like a fucking animal.i swear he can smell the fear.
Then looks at the girls spreads his two fingers open and
starts sticking his tongue in and out like a snake..Gross.
Getting the fuck out of here while checking the mirrors every 30 second waiting
for a pick up truck driven by a braindead redneck armed with a shotgun to come rushing behind us..
He didn't.We are glad.
Arriving at the motel,checking in a room for two.
Sneaking all 9 of us in.
Bible by the bedpost and dim lights.
Van is parked outside.
Now sleep...
Atlanta,GeorgiaWaking up in the motel room.check out is at 11.
sneaking our way out.
The 89cent hot sauce is spilled on the van floor.the stinch is a mixture of
leftover beer,dump clothes and sweat and we still got at least 10 hours drive to Atlanta.
By the time we arrive at the ''wonder root'' it's almost 5 o clock.
Still got a couple hours to burn till the diy space opens its doors.
Tonight's line up is ace..
Sexy Crimes from Brooklyn,Unfun,Failure union,Hungry Hungry Humans and The Wild.
You can feel the anticipation in the room. Two days left for the Fest.
All bands are heading down to Gainsville tomorow morning.
Sexy crimes are starting in a bit.Drums and Bass,Girl and boy.All the songs are short and uplifting.
Then its us and Unfun dudes.
Failure Union play a heart warming mixture of punk and rock that kind of reminded me of The hold steady but rougher.
The Wild...the name says it all,they re fucking wild...awesome music played by awesome people.They make you wanna down your beer in a sec so you can dance uncontrolably.
The show is over now..
the room starts to get empty and people start leaving the space.
On our way to Dakota's place.
Bob is backing up the van so it's ''ass to ass'' with Failure Union's van for extra security,even though we are assured this is a safe neighborhood.
A minute later a dude wearing a hoodie walking down the road approaches pulls out a gun,pistol whips me with the handle twice on the head, before i even realize that there is a gun pointing into my face.Bob jumps out of the van and by the time i realize what is going on he is gone and there is blood dripping down my forehead.Dakota from the Wild and the drummer of Failures Union got also hit and mugged seconds before..So much for a safe neighborhood and southern hospitality..
Police arrives.They look shocked that this thing happened in this specific area.
They keep on asking the same stupid questions over and over again.
The cut is not that deep.we are all freaked out but extremely happy we are all safe and sound.
One thing is for sure..from this point onwards..we really,really dislike guns.
Getting the fuck out of there..
