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So I'm the only one awake in our hotel room. We're in Michigan, it's 5:24 in the morning. Directly to my right is my bedmate for the evening, a half naked Mr. Jon Oyer. He snores, but I wouldn't call it snoring so much as kinda growling. It may even help me sleep.
I was wrong about being the only one awake, I just heard Anya shuffle and give a kinda frustrated "I can't get comfortable" sigh.
I didn't want to stay in a hotel tonight, or pretty much any night for that matter. but whatever keeps everyone happy is what's important if we're going to be pretty much the only constants in each others lives for a month.
The show tonight was kinda cool I guess. We played to a pretty okay room, got paid well and sold a couple CDs. We've been really good on making money thus far, and we've met really cool people. That makes me happy.
Me and Anya just had an exchange about Matt's snoring that's one by one woken everyone up. As of me typing this it seems they've all already fallen back asleep. Except Anya. I'm pretty sure she hasn't slept at all yet.
Matt's been really funny these past two days. Worth noting only because he said the funniest and wittiest thing I've heard him say in ages, but it'd take me way too long to explain.
If you're curious, the actual sentence was "You're going to be raped by pigeons". If read in context, I'm confident one wouldn't hesitate to call him a genius.
I'm just kinda going on about nothing. I don't really feel like sleeping. At the end of all this I'll probably be glad I've written all this crap.
We were supposed to go to Indiana to attend a show that really only became a confirmed show today, but we came to the conclusion that (especially considering how close it is to Plan-It-X fest) we'd lose too much money to consider it. That show was supposed to have free beer, so that kinda sucks. As a side note, it almost feels like "Let's get fucked up" has become my mantra for this trip. It's rarely been successful.
So instead we'll drive to Chicago when we wake up. I sent out some messages to try and get us on a house show going on but it looks like it'll just be a day off. That kinda sucks because it's a Saturday and we really should be playing. We will be getting our albums and t-shirts though, which I absolutely can not wait for.
The long drives haven't been too bad. We generally all manage to entertain each other, and we've all done a lot of reading. I'm done with like 3/4 of Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs and I've read a bunch of scattered chapters of This Band Could Be Your Life. The Husker Du chapter is incredible. I've been listening as much of The Replacements as I can.
I haven't had to drive yet. Oyer's been really paranoid about anyone driving his truck, which is working in all of our favors. Oyer's been a machine. A god damn machine.
Carrie, your Hall and Oates CD has been a constant in the truck as long as I (and to a lesser degree Matt) have had any say. I extend to you my eternal thanks.
I got a call from Billy tonight, which was cool because I didn't get to see him before I left, and the subject matter was downright incredible. A few text messages from Hamilla had me in a good mood too. I was sitting on a sidewalk listening to Oyer play Hallelujah when I got them. That's completely irrelevant.
Last night in a really cool house in Columbus a bunch of Christian's friends live in (dubbed "the Stinkhouse") we slept like angels and in the morning me and Matt played hours of Donkey Konga 2. You hear me Reynolds? Donkey Konga 2. Hours. That's what it means to be in a band.
Yeah, I'm done.
Chicago tomorrow.
I love you guys.
-fatman.
I was wrong about being the only one awake, I just heard Anya shuffle and give a kinda frustrated "I can't get comfortable" sigh.
I didn't want to stay in a hotel tonight, or pretty much any night for that matter. but whatever keeps everyone happy is what's important if we're going to be pretty much the only constants in each others lives for a month.
The show tonight was kinda cool I guess. We played to a pretty okay room, got paid well and sold a couple CDs. We've been really good on making money thus far, and we've met really cool people. That makes me happy.
Me and Anya just had an exchange about Matt's snoring that's one by one woken everyone up. As of me typing this it seems they've all already fallen back asleep. Except Anya. I'm pretty sure she hasn't slept at all yet.
Matt's been really funny these past two days. Worth noting only because he said the funniest and wittiest thing I've heard him say in ages, but it'd take me way too long to explain.
If you're curious, the actual sentence was "You're going to be raped by pigeons". If read in context, I'm confident one wouldn't hesitate to call him a genius.
I'm just kinda going on about nothing. I don't really feel like sleeping. At the end of all this I'll probably be glad I've written all this crap.
We were supposed to go to Indiana to attend a show that really only became a confirmed show today, but we came to the conclusion that (especially considering how close it is to Plan-It-X fest) we'd lose too much money to consider it. That show was supposed to have free beer, so that kinda sucks. As a side note, it almost feels like "Let's get fucked up" has become my mantra for this trip. It's rarely been successful.
So instead we'll drive to Chicago when we wake up. I sent out some messages to try and get us on a house show going on but it looks like it'll just be a day off. That kinda sucks because it's a Saturday and we really should be playing. We will be getting our albums and t-shirts though, which I absolutely can not wait for.
The long drives haven't been too bad. We generally all manage to entertain each other, and we've all done a lot of reading. I'm done with like 3/4 of Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs and I've read a bunch of scattered chapters of This Band Could Be Your Life. The Husker Du chapter is incredible. I've been listening as much of The Replacements as I can.
I haven't had to drive yet. Oyer's been really paranoid about anyone driving his truck, which is working in all of our favors. Oyer's been a machine. A god damn machine.
Carrie, your Hall and Oates CD has been a constant in the truck as long as I (and to a lesser degree Matt) have had any say. I extend to you my eternal thanks.
I got a call from Billy tonight, which was cool because I didn't get to see him before I left, and the subject matter was downright incredible. A few text messages from Hamilla had me in a good mood too. I was sitting on a sidewalk listening to Oyer play Hallelujah when I got them. That's completely irrelevant.
Last night in a really cool house in Columbus a bunch of Christian's friends live in (dubbed "the Stinkhouse") we slept like angels and in the morning me and Matt played hours of Donkey Konga 2. You hear me Reynolds? Donkey Konga 2. Hours. That's what it means to be in a band.
Yeah, I'm done.
Chicago tomorrow.
I love you guys.
-fatman.