Disaster lurks always, lying benign behind genuine joy. Like people who have 3 months to live and who smile because they don’t even know they’re sick. Or like in marriage in general. Or like the most boring act of spontaneous combustion or truck/man collision. Disaster is just there; hangin. It’s not malicious, it’s just there to grey things up a bit and, I suppose, to make us truly appreciate that genuine, uncorrupted joy. Minor disaster has brought us to some town called Beeville or Georgewest, Texas – a place, for the past 20 hours, we have so affectionately referred to as “this place”. “People of This Place, we come from Chicago and our transmission blew out on our van, bring us to your bars.” There are no bars in This Place. We are literally in a roach motel; waiting. Like expectant fathers while their wives give birth behind closed doors, sort of. Which means the van would’ve been “with van” which means someone porked the van. Eeeeew.
We were on our way to McAllen which is right at the bottom tippytoe of the state when the van started to spew smoke. We were really stoked to play because people actually really like us down there. It was kind of the one show that promised to be great. Great bands, awesome people that we’d made friends with, and a growing scene. I just want to say to McAllen that we are so bummed that we didn’t make it down this time but that we shall return in a non-knocked-up van.
What else? A lot of this lil tour has been great. First off, we didn’t get any pizza at the show in St. Louis, so that ruled. We did meet some gentlemen from Minneapolis who put on a great show – they’re called Pictures of Then. Then we stayed at Shawn’s friend from high school’s house. Her name was Elizabeth and I will love her forever because she gifted me with a mandolin. Mandy! I love you! Then we played in Norman, OK. It was cold but there were cheap drinks and we ended up partying with a goat named Sandy. She was so tiny and cute. That night put some holes in our brains. Then we were off to Fort Worth. We’d never been there before but it ruled. We played with some awesome bands. Madeline from Athens and Diamond Center from Lubbock represented! Both bands have ladies in them singing and playing guitar and they both rock. It’s refreshing sharing the stage with other chicks, especially when they are cool as hell and super talented. Not that there’s anything wrong with the usual brodown that a typical rock show entails. Thanks to Brandy and Jana from Diamond Center (and their parents) for letting us crash.
Oh, San Antonio, what can I say? Such good intentions and such great movies playing (Texas Chainsaw Massacre2, Spaceballs) and so many people to see the show, it all could’ve been a dream night. But, alas, some turd stole Eric’s cymbal bag from a hiding spot. Now, maybe it was an accident, and if that’s the case you are not a turd, just blind or something. If anyone who was at the Rock Bottom show on Saturday March 14 and has heard anything about some stolen cymbals from a band called sybris, let us know. That’s a lot of money in them there clangy clangs.
Back up to Denton. This was a sweet show. It was part of some kind of SXSW spillover of bands festival. The obvious highlight of the night was a band from Tel Aviv called Monotonix. All I have to say is that they’re going to be touring the states for a while and if you see they are coming anywhere near you, go! It’s pointless to try and describe it. Just do yourself a favor and check them out.
So, as witnessed above, you can tell that we have been having a pretty awesome lil tour with just a few snags along the way. And we just keep smiling like disaster isn’t kickin’ it inside of us. Light a candle for us at the end of the world.