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Greetings from somewhere in southern Illinois, somewhere kinda close to St. Louis. I wrote the majority of tonight's entry in the back of the truck on the way here. Allow me to cut and paste:
It's too dark to read anymore. So I'm taking the laptop and writing. and I guess I'll cut and paste it
We're driving through a storm that looks like a scene from Twister. We're disgustingly late to our show in Belleville, IL. The truck has stopped working both of the last two days leaving us helpless on the side of highways for an hour and change each time. Last night's show was terrible. The crowd was the band before us' friends and roommates and they walked out immediately following our set. We sold a couple albums and a t-shirt though. Ben came and he's awesome. Him and Kjell hung out with us on the side of the road for a while before the show too.
It just began raining pretty hard on us and we're trying to find a gas station desperately. I can't even begin to explain this storm to you. We're on a major highway with very little along it. To our right is darkness outside of the lights of a couple giant trailers and the lightning behind the clouds. I've just been staring at it. You really never get to see things like this when you live in New York. It's really fucking beautiful.
I do feel awful that Oyer has to drive in it though.
We found gas.
I feel like it's safe to say that even though the past two days have probably been the toughest on us, we've been the most consistently happy we've been yet. The drive from last night's show to tonight's was estimated by Mapquest at 10 hours long, so we decided to drive through the night. Anya tried to sleep, and the rest of us played those games where you name something in a set category and the following person has to say one that begins with the previous one's last letter. I won movies and a grueling round of NBA players. Matt won two rounds of Hit Songs. Both of his final winning turns involved the song "Everybody's Working For The Weekend". I made it to the final in one of them. You know, Christian tried telling me "Do Right" by Jimmie's Chicken Shack wasn't a hit song, but "High" by the same band was. I damn near went buck wild.
Christian just said "It smells like ass in here". He's right.
Looks like we're not playing tonight. I'm sweating balls in the back of this truck.
Earlier when we were broken down, me and Christian were using Garageband to make some sick nasty beats for our upcoming hip hop project Christiqua. Keep your eyes peeled.
Oh shit, the show tonight might be moved into a basement which would be the fucking hotness.
I've read most "Our Band Could Be Your Life" and "Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs". I've been alternating when I'm in the back. I'm enjoying both very much.
Okay, I'm done.
So yeah, the show DID end up being in a basement. We played for a while (including playing Lucky Girl and So Wanna Kiss You twice), hung out, made some cash, and now I'm laying comfortably on a couch in the living room. Like most nights, Oyer's long passed out and has left me his computer.
As of right now we don't have a show tomorrow (today), and I feel like I should do some desperation searching to find us one kinda nearby, it IS a Friday night after all. We could probably use a day off though, we're all really tired, have a lot of driving to do, and need to send out CDs, make a Wal-Mart and music store stop, and probably just relax. There has been mumblings of a potential trip to the zoo tomorrow if we have a day off.
but yeah, I'm going to sleep.
It's starting to actually hit me how long a month really is.
and as awesome as this is, there's so much that I miss.
-fatman.
It's too dark to read anymore. So I'm taking the laptop and writing. and I guess I'll cut and paste it
We're driving through a storm that looks like a scene from Twister. We're disgustingly late to our show in Belleville, IL. The truck has stopped working both of the last two days leaving us helpless on the side of highways for an hour and change each time. Last night's show was terrible. The crowd was the band before us' friends and roommates and they walked out immediately following our set. We sold a couple albums and a t-shirt though. Ben came and he's awesome. Him and Kjell hung out with us on the side of the road for a while before the show too.
It just began raining pretty hard on us and we're trying to find a gas station desperately. I can't even begin to explain this storm to you. We're on a major highway with very little along it. To our right is darkness outside of the lights of a couple giant trailers and the lightning behind the clouds. I've just been staring at it. You really never get to see things like this when you live in New York. It's really fucking beautiful.
I do feel awful that Oyer has to drive in it though.
We found gas.
I feel like it's safe to say that even though the past two days have probably been the toughest on us, we've been the most consistently happy we've been yet. The drive from last night's show to tonight's was estimated by Mapquest at 10 hours long, so we decided to drive through the night. Anya tried to sleep, and the rest of us played those games where you name something in a set category and the following person has to say one that begins with the previous one's last letter. I won movies and a grueling round of NBA players. Matt won two rounds of Hit Songs. Both of his final winning turns involved the song "Everybody's Working For The Weekend". I made it to the final in one of them. You know, Christian tried telling me "Do Right" by Jimmie's Chicken Shack wasn't a hit song, but "High" by the same band was. I damn near went buck wild.
Christian just said "It smells like ass in here". He's right.
Looks like we're not playing tonight. I'm sweating balls in the back of this truck.
Earlier when we were broken down, me and Christian were using Garageband to make some sick nasty beats for our upcoming hip hop project Christiqua. Keep your eyes peeled.
Oh shit, the show tonight might be moved into a basement which would be the fucking hotness.
I've read most "Our Band Could Be Your Life" and "Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs". I've been alternating when I'm in the back. I'm enjoying both very much.
Okay, I'm done.
So yeah, the show DID end up being in a basement. We played for a while (including playing Lucky Girl and So Wanna Kiss You twice), hung out, made some cash, and now I'm laying comfortably on a couch in the living room. Like most nights, Oyer's long passed out and has left me his computer.
As of right now we don't have a show tomorrow (today), and I feel like I should do some desperation searching to find us one kinda nearby, it IS a Friday night after all. We could probably use a day off though, we're all really tired, have a lot of driving to do, and need to send out CDs, make a Wal-Mart and music store stop, and probably just relax. There has been mumblings of a potential trip to the zoo tomorrow if we have a day off.
but yeah, I'm going to sleep.
It's starting to actually hit me how long a month really is.
and as awesome as this is, there's so much that I miss.
-fatman.