Saturday, April 9, 2011

Portland. OR 3/31/11


This is suppose to be the blog post where I talk about all the insanity that happened when we got home, showing the rest of the bands on tour how Portland does it and the like. You know, dragging them through the underbelly of the Rose City, the strip clubs with the pregnant girls and topless eighty-year-old waitresses, the back alley after hours clubs where shots are served by a one-eyed Russian named Juan and a early morning panic filled cab ride to a “animal hospital” with a secret back door. But, alas, we were all so tired that most of us were asleep in our own beds before the show even ended.

Rock n’ Roll!


—Coyle

Tour To Live!

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