so being on the road is an insular experience. we never watch the news, never hear about anything except for what people tell us. so i hear there were pirates somewhere and the ship about to be boarded defended themselves with some sort of raygun? were they space pirates? how awesome is that! sometimes life is pretty good huh...wow..space pirates...amazing.
so i feel the need to reflect on this past jaunt with from autumn to ashes, biology, and the esoteric. every band talks about the great friends they made on tour but i do feel that this one really may have created some life long ones for which i am very grateful. i know when when we go out again in march or whenever we are gonna have some very close friends all over the country that were spawned on this tour. and when we go to thailand we can hang with chip who worked for FATA. he is moving away because as he says “you know love it or leave it? well, i am leaving it.” brilliant! truer words never spoken.
for anyone reading this in lower delaware the look machine are playing a show this weekend in seaford delaware. you can find out more by checking out thelookmachine.com.
so the show in boston was really fun except for the stage had this incredibly slick floor that of course was immediately covered in water and became an ice rink which we slid back and forth on. so basically we had to very carefully limp around stage or we would have completely bitten the dirt.
the kottonmouth kings were playing at the avalon which was on the other side of the club in the big room. it was sold out and packed with people just going crazy to the Kottonmouth Kings which were about five white rappers rapping over a cd, it was such a different culture than what we were used to. they love weed and sang about it a lot. songs like “i am going to smoke weed everyday for the rest of our life” and “we love weed” drove the sold out crowd into near hysterics. very interesting.
after boston we drove most of the way to albany, went to sleep in a faceless hotel , woke up, got in a van. very glamorous, eh?
we got to albany very early for some reason and matt needed to use the van for a personal reason so we were dropped off at the hottest little burrito bar. i mean hot! it was sweltering and humid in there and our we couldn’t get any signal for our little laptops. it was miserable, at least until i heard about robert’s little adventure...

(Robert)...a split tour diary (kind of like a split 7” but more punk), i love it and i’m proud i have such a strong partner in mr latshaw. so my day yesterday started much like josh’s (big suprise i know...since we share a room), but then took an even more evil turn after arriving in albany.
i like taking little walks before a show, you know. just see some of the city we play in, get some fresh air, call home and look for a nice little place to possibly indulge in some soy-chai tea. so off i went, while the rest of the crew retreated to the burrito place...and without really knowing it i walked all the way to downtown albany...maybe 40 minutes away from the venue. i found a coffee shop, got the beloved chai and even called home mentioning the warm weather and the cloudy but rainfree day...so i thought.
about 2 and a half seconds after jinxing myself that way, the sky turned black. clouds formed battle axes above the poor ALBANY skyline. it was probably the fiercest rainstorm my pale german body has yet encountered. pouring...a heavenly beatdown.
so since i try never to be late for load in i figured instead of waiting downtown i catch a cab back to the club...little did i know that albany holds around 4 and a half cabs painted in camo so no one actually sees them. the one or two i saw were filled with wet and grumpy albanians and by seeding by me just added to my wetness...so to make a painful experience short i walked back all the way uphill to the club, found no van (matt had taken it), no friends (remember:trapped in the burrito heaven) and of course no dry clothes. so i sat for an hour in a stewart’s, drinking hot tea, looking homeless and sad and freezing my ass off. even my boxers were dripping wet...
the night got saved though by a great crowd and finally meeting dan and steve from EVR. two of the very best people i have ever met. period.
i’m hands down honored to be on such a great label with these sincere and truthfull human beings. they turned the night into a real celebration and especially my conversation with steve reddy will stay with me for a long time i believe...what a great,honest man!
i’m dry now, driving to pittsburgh, listening to 108 and cave in..LOVE.
hold on gene has something to say: word!