
Travis had this blog sent to me last week, and on time. For some reason it went to my spam box. I’m terribly sorry for the screw-up. This means you’re going to get a double helping of this blog.
Let’s do it again.
I’m at our friend’s house in Jackson, Michigan typing this while everyone else sleeps. Being really lazy is kind of our M.O. If I were to give a run-down of all our activities sleeping would definitely come out on top. Some bands party, some bands go sight-seeing all the time; we sleep. I mean, we do other stuff, too, but being fat and lazy is what we’re best at.
So anyway, yeah, we’re back in the Mitten and the last show of tour is tonight. We’re all really looking forward to it and have heard good things. Everyone is excited to get back home, too. Even though it was only a couple of weeks, it seemed a lot longer. Unfortunately, Iwrestledabearonce had to head home a couple of days early for health reasons. It’s a huge bum out because they turned out to be pretty rad kids, and it’s never cool to see a band suffer on the road.
This show is bittersweet for me. It’s going to be my last show for awhile because I’ve got some family things that needed to be tended to and family comes first, obviously. It’s a good thing, though, and once it’s done everyone’s life will be way awesomer - so no worries. Let’s just rock.
Fox is going to take this bad boy over, though, so it’ll be just like me doing it except angrier and either a) funnier or b) less funny. Apparently he’s going to take us to some amazing pizza place today that’s cheap and will in fact blow my socks off, so he’s on my case to get this typed. I’ll see to it that someone hassle him when he’s typing this up. You can’t rush a masterpiece. He’ll see.
Everyone’s awake now. Including our tour manager, Kooter, who has pink eye. He woke up with it. He claims it’s just his contact, but if you see him - tell him you know better. I just can’t get through to the kid.
So last time I blogged the album had just come out. It’s been out a week now (duh), and while we haven’t heard any sales figures or any sweet industry junk like that, it seems like we’re getting a positive response from kids. The last couple of nights we’ve had kids shout that they wanted to hear old songs, which is unfortunate because that means those kids are stupid - and I feel bad for them.
This past week I did get to meet the mighty Seth, the man who keeps a roof over my head and food on my plate, or would - if I got paid for this. He came out to our set during the CMJ Music Marathon which, for those unfamiliar, is exactly what it sounds like. It’s a ton of shows and showcases spread throughout New York City at various venues and runs from morning till morning for days on end. Anyway, as promised, Seth did in fact mosh our faces - and by mosh our faces I mean watch us break up a fight and walk off stage.
Obviously, our apologies go out to anyone who came to see us and only got half a set, but we don’t condone fighting, we don’t condone a bunch of guys on one, and we aren’t going to play when that stuff happens. We all hate that stuff and none of us want to see that happen. Call us lame (like I know some kids have), but that’s just how it’s going to be.
In spite of that, CMJ was a lot of fun. I didn’t get to chat too much with Seth, but he obviously rules. Our good friend Rick B from Ferret came out, too. Much beer, pizza, and graffiti ensued. Apologies to Catalepsy, Iwrestledabearonce, Hailey, and any other random ass people that got tagged by Fox.
It’s ballooned from Fox being on my case to everyone, so I guess it’s food time.
You know the story - party on.