Mims here taking over for Jean. He is being a twerp and I’m ready to recap the last parts of our journey. Our next stop after a kablamo blast in Eugenc was motha effen San Francisco and what a time that was. We woke up bright and early at Jean’s moms house and hit the piney road. We arrived at the venue and there was a kitchen and food in the kitchen! I mean REAL food…eggrolls, chicken stuff, rice, saucey stuff. NOW normally I would not go anywhere near an eggroll, but I was feeling particularly adventurous that day. San Francisco and rock n’ roll can do that me. We ate in the dressing room and boy was it good!
YUM YUM EAT EM UP
After having a blast at our show we went and got burritos…there was a lot of food everywhere! HOLY SMOKES. Our buddy Sean showed us the way to a hott burrito joint and we ate the shit out of them. Another early morning ahead of us, we slept and watched the first 20 minutes of Twilight and then fell asleep at Sean’s house. We wrote a message to Sean in the morning with those magnetic letters on the fridge. It was tite! Then off we were headed for the holy hometown, Los Angeles. Bye bye Franny!
so it was monday in oregon and after breakfast and powell’s bookstore in portland les franks headed south to eugene where we were greeted by friends, food and beer, plenty of beer. jonny reeves made us coconut curry for dinner, sarah went shopping and bought overalls (above), our good bud dylan hosted a party at his casa with a keg of dead guy, our homies dirty wink lent us their gear and we traded sets back and fourth, digging deep into the annals of our back catalogue as well as some superhumanoids tracks until the party had collapsed to the floor. these kids know fun.
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thanks to LYRIC! weiss for documenting. otherwise we’d have nothing and instead we have so, so much goodness.
no not actually, entirely, really, but kind of. it’s a long story.
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photo by Carl von Arbin (CMVA). do i look fat? kind of. are we all standing the same way? kind of. was it on purpose? i don’t remember…
the next morning we had breakfast with mom and step-dad and dan and lindsay and sarah moore. while waiting for the table mimi entertained the local kids, ron stayed pensive as usual.
so ron and i rolled up from eugene to seattle in record time, making a stop at pike place so that ron could break his habit of only eating vegetables. fried fish, fried potatoes and a coke — note that he turned the label away from the camera when taking the picture. but i’ll tell you, it was a coca cola and the tartar sauce was kraft. now where’s my money?
the show was tits of course. seattle, we’re so into you. especially mimi woul only wants to play in the northwest from now on. shout outs to the assholes in the balcony who made for perfect cannon fodder and our girl v who was so kind to say i’m the ian kevin curtis of our generation, no matter what happens nothing can change that now.
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anyway, after party in the Shout Out Louds’ tour bus led way to tape faces and ridiculous drunkenness. hot dogs on the sidewalks and football in the streets. then ron disappeared, leaving mimi and me to fend for ourselves at 4am, getting lost driving to his parents house where we were staying. i gave up and said we should sleep in the car on the side of the road. mimi said no way and so as i slept in the passenger seat she eventually found the house. thanks for nothing gps, etc. the kicker to the story is that once we got there we couldn’t get the garage door to open and had to sleep in the car anyway. there’s more to it than than but i’m not going to tell you about all that.
Last month Ron, Mimi and I packed up the prius and hit the I-5 freeway to play a string of shows with Shout Out Louds and Freelance Whales, attacking some of our hometowns in the great northwest and making it back down to our now-hometown in the wild wild SOCAL west. What will follow here and in many posts to come is a decent effort to recap the madcap adventure that was our first ever tour.
Leaving town wouldn’t have felt right if there hadn’t been a healthy dose of procrastination leading up to our departure, quickly followed by a mad rush to get everything in order. On Thursday, May 13th, Mimi and I scrambled to get our gear and merchandise in check. Mission obviously accomplished.
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boys and gouls, we drank drinks, dressed up, saw the dirty projectors, danced, sang, made with the merriment and passed out @mollymankiewicz‘s parents house before playing some raucous softball nov. the 1st. here’s to us!
Thanks to our favorite photographer Garret Curtis for taking and posting these pictures from our last show on Nov. 28th, 2009 at Pollution Studios in Boyle Heights, Los Angeles, CA.
He says more are coming soon but in the meantime check out this five-photo set HERE.
They’re simply beautiful, If I may say so myself… yeah, we look good.
