Back in the van again, freezing my stones off. We’re driving through the mountains now, and it’s sort of beautiful in a really terrifying way. Especially when Marc is driving. Honestly, he just tried to take off his jacket going seventy-five in a sixty-five on a fucking snowcapped mountain.
It hasn’t been absolutely horrible, the cold, just a bit miserable. We’re currently en route to Scranton, PA from beautiful Danbury, CT. There is snow covering every inch of ground save for the interstate. I’m listening to Death Cab for Cutie and have a pink fleece blanket pulled across my knees and shins. I haven’t showered since New York, actually, I don’t think any of us have. We all have coughs, but we don’t stop smoking. I could use a cup of coffee.
I can’t really recall when the last update was. I’ve gotten really bad at keeping up with this thing, but for some reason I just can’t find the time to do much other than load in, play, load out and try and keep warm.
I think my last update was before fucking Baltimore and in that case there’s a lot of ground to cover. Maybe too much. I’ll just gloss over some shit and try and get up to speed.
Baltimore:
Came in a bit too early as the Golden West Cafe is generally a restaurant that they convert into a place for shows/bar/etc. after dinner service. So we found a friendly sports pub to hunker down in that was playing the Jets/Pats game and a bunch of old people were yelling at the television screens. We drank a few boilermakers until it was time to go back over to the “club.” Sat through the first band who I liked at first, but then slowly began to get worn out by the whole 60’s rock revival thing. Anyway, the band did their little song and dance routine (and there were routines), and then we played. Another show, I never have much to say about our sets, but I guess I don’t know what to say. We played our songs, people reacted as they usually do, polite indifference, and compliments after the set and maybe we sell some shit. The girl who books for the place, Bridgette, I hope I spelled that right, was incredible cool and sweet and invited us back, we told her we’d be happy to. We got a place to stay with the sound guy Alex.
Philadelphia:
Played one of the coolest clubs of the tour, Kung Fu Necktie. They had a greenroom with internet and couches and shit, and you could smoke up there. It was definitely a welcomed little change. Plus there was an honest-to-god sound guy and we had monitors. We played with some emo-anthem-Paramore-lite band from Alabama heading to New York for a Virgin Records showcase. At least that was the story. Maybe you’ll hear about them soon. Marc, Blake and I ended up hanging out with my friends Daniel and Codee and their girlfriends while Aubrey and Thomas went off with some insufferable Philadelphia townies. Fast-forward to five AM and I’m slushing through the goddamn snow, liquor drunk and in my red Vans, following Daniel to some godforsaken destination. Then we are taken on one of the longest and most boring cab adventures ever and meet one of the most of annoying girls in Philadelphia. Apparently, Philadelphia is full of annoying girls. The next day we had cheesesteaks from Pat’s.
New York City:
Drove in right about rush hour to my delight. I actually quite enjoy driving in New York. It’s like playing a video game that you can die in. Everyone there knows exactly what the other person is going to do, like there all operating on the same wavelength. We met up with my sister in Brooklyn where we’d be staying for the next two evenings. We bought a couple bottles of booze and set into starting up for the night. We headed to the venue for the evening, the Lit Lounge in the Lower East Side, around seven-thirty. Lit Lounge is I guess a notoriously hip spot where Vice Magazine worshippers blow lines in the bathroom, and according to a friend of mine, off male organs in the back lounge. The show was small, but we managed to bring out about ten people. The other band playing that night I guess didn’t bring many if any and let the crowd knowsaying something to the effect of “Well it looks like everyone left like we thought they would. So fuck you” prior to their set. A real positive way to get people to stick around. They were by no means my cup of tea, and not all the sugar and lemon in the world could make me enjoy it. We went back to Brooklyn afterwards and got shitty until six in the morning.
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