I dunk them in coffee. I munch on them during the day, before and after shows and in the middle of the night. Are they good for you? I have no idea, but I doubt that eating sugary wafers the first thing after waking up is the best idea. Not the worst, though, because I said so and that's that.
We hit up St. Louis and worked our way all the way up to Brooklyn, NY. Every stop of the way was a blast, where we met old friends and rocked new faces. Ed Dexter, the dude who took the bottom half of these photos, described our show as "kinda like going back to summer camp." I really like the idea of playing a gig and making out with the slutty, older counselor and pulling pranks on the assholes in the other camp across the lake. They're assholes because they just are. I said so and that's that.
Now that I'm back and have time to reflect, I realize that you get used to traveling. You begin to like it. You yearn for it. But hey, at least I get to watch terrible movies on the daily now. Man, I missed watching terrible movies.
BBQ in Columbus, OH at Ray Ray's Hog Pit. Clean underwear. "John Dies at the End" by David Wong. Cans of Tecate with lime. Family making it out to various shows. The Arkhams in Providence, RI. Speedwolf on blast while cruising through the country. My "clone" in Indianapolis. Getting cookies from fans at nearly every turn. "Poo-Pourrie" bathroom spray. The carnie/circus theme of the Red Palace in Washington, DC. Spaceman/Astro-Bob. The first shower of the tour. Dunkin' Donuts everywhere.
The Exact Opposite of Highlights:
Various gear and all of my guitars stolen in Brooklyn, NY.
One minute we're eating in a cafe/bar across the street, the next minute I'm wondering why we left the passenger window open. Yeah, it sucks. Sadly, we had to cancel the show, and soon after we left the city with our tails firmly placed between our legs. Surprising, I'm already past the grieving process, but man, was I ever bummed. I felt like a loved one had died. My guitars hold a certain sentimental value, which is infinitely more shitty than just thinking about losing two planks of expensive wood. But like I said, I'm over it. I have to be over it. I have to think of my guitars as dumb lumber. I REFUSE TO LET THE ROCK AND ROLL SPIRIT DIE.
Plus, Halloween is right around the corner and I really don't wanna be a sourpuss.
So, yes! Pictures! If you've ever read this blog, you know I'm always messing with Google statistics and all that impossibly weird, Matrix-y shit. The more photos I post = the better the chance people will see our faces when they search "Calabrese," and not a hot salami or a fat dude eating a crucifix. Or something. These are the best of the best I've seen in the last twenty-four hours...so check 'em out below!
Oh, and if you live in the Brooklyn area, keep your eyes peeled for those two guitars. Pawn shops, I guess. It would be awesome to get my babies back, but I kinda like the idea of eventually seeing photos of another band live, and dead-center is my sweat stained, duct-taped guitar being played by some random jack-off. Just sometime down the line. I couldn't be mad at that point, just curious and analytical. It would be really weird.