Day Two of what we are considering the "official" portion of tour. We figured the Florida shows would be pretty strong seeing as we've been playing regionally more and more. Of course, our Tallahassee record release/tour kickoff was about as we expected (well, that is to say, what I realistically expected, though I really, really wanted to run with my big dumb dreams on this one). I'm trying to decide whether I want to come off as a bitter remnant of the Tallahassee "scene" still struggling to get more than forty-five people to his shows, or an optimistic young musician excited at the prospect of being on tour more and more, and releasing a really good album. I'm going to go ahead and bite my tongue and stick with being the latter. Though, I could really rant on and on about the whole situation. Oh, we also played Gainesville, not that anyone on either side would remember.
Orlando was fucking awesome and always is. Check out Andy Matchett and the Minks please. Hopefully we'll be doing a little tour with them upon our return. We also played with Mother Night which features our good friend Kyle Raker on bass. They used to be known as XOXO. They're another band worth checking out. Of course, what blog would be complete without a gloss over of the B-Level debauchery we find ourselves getting into? After the show we drank a handle of Jim Beam, ate sandwiches, and watched girls puke all over themselves. Two big thumbs way up.
The next night was Ybor City at the New World Brewery. I love the folks at New World. They remain genuinely nice people who take care of the touring bands. We got fed pizza. We got fed drinks. Also, Joe who runs THX MGMT down there is a bad ass (yes, I'm kissing a little ass here. Keep your contacts close, right?). And we finally got a chance to meet Marc's family. Quite a treat it was indeed. I think Blake can agree. He and Joey (Marc's brother) made fast friends.
Fun Marc Fact: His cousin played for a short time in Agnostic Front. And now you know.
I think we played the best, tightest and with the most vigor that night. Without sounding like a complete narcissist we definitely kept the crowd the most entertained. Our records are one thing, I guess. I'm sure the other bands we played with sound much better than we do on record. Slowly, but surely we have established ourselves, in our minds (and we are our harshest critics), as a pretty decent live band. I think the music lends itself to that. It was Aubrey's birthday that night so we figured that was a pretty good excuse to get shitty (as if we need an excuse) and party at Czar (a quaint little communist themed bar/club in Ybor. Okay, it's neither quaint nor little. They play porn on the big screens around the bar). I think Aubrey got laid. I'm not sure if he would want me to tell anyone that. Ah well. Our friend Matt put us up for the evening. Blake and I ate some stale bread and hot sauce. The next morning Matt's roommate took us all out to Cracker Barrel. Win.
I'm in Charlotte now, sucking on a cough drop, and feeling Blake's gaze bore into the back of my skull. Atlanta froze us out, and Savannah belongs to the dead. But that's for next time.
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