tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76846913270110015872024-02-21T05:13:49.636-08:00RED FANGblogs that howl from outer spaceDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12038963041370190244noreply@blogger.comBlogger224125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-87948236918875624602013-07-12T11:39:00.003-07:002013-07-12T11:40:31.347-07:00What We Did For Our Summer 2013 Summer Vacation: Part Duex. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Okay, where were we? Slayer. That’s right. So, after all the craziness that was the first couple weeks of the tour we finally settled into our digs for the rest of the tour and met our driver Jens: </div>
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Things you should know about Jens:<br />
The man can drive his ass off.<br />
You don’t want to eat his hummus, or he will kill you.<br />
If you’re a promoter that ripped off another band he was working for who happens to be at the show he is at, you best find a ATM because he will shake your ass down for all that loot. (Did that make any sense? I don't care.)<br />
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After a quick bro down with him, we made our way to Interlaken where following a night of hanging with some road homies and watching some Rammstein… Wait, I have to say something right now. I, like a lot of people out there, have never given a good goddamn about Rammstein. Never got the allure. But after watching them live—HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I couldn’t tell you what one of their songs sounds like but their stage show is insane. Fire shooting everywhere at all times, dudes on treadmills, crossbows shooting flames, face masks blowing flames, guitars blowing flames, gigantic mechanical bull penis things that hose the crowd with foam. It was like Gwar on PCP—on acid. I would love to shake every one of their crews aloe coated, skin grafted hands and tell them what a great job they are doing. <br />
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Back to Slayer, the day we played Slayer was the headliner, so we snuck side stage to check out the riffage:<br />
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The sixteen-year-old’s in all of us were tugging on our nuts with excitement. After the show our old friend LJ (who is now Slayer’s production manager) invited us back to, what I like to call, the Slayer Lair. At first it was mellow enough, we hung in the production office and ate some of Slayer’s pizza:<br />
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After about a half hour LJ invited us into the dressing room. We assumed that the band had already left and strutted in like the cock of the walk only to walk directly into the entire band chilling out. John immediately blurted out something like “I don’t want to be a fan boy or something but you know, it’s like, you know…” We were off to a great start. After multiple shots with the band that left us a little too at ease, the boys got some photos with the band, who were cool as hell to us, and then Slayer’s tour manager came in and told them it was time to go. They had to catch a flight. On the way out the door Kerry King turned to us and said “Take whatever’s left, we can’t use it.” Thus began the great Slayer Dressing Room Pillage of 2013.<br />
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Then we grabbed a trashcan from the hall way and started a crammin’:<br />
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Of course John couldn’t let the pizza go to waste.<br />
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To be honest the next few day were a blur. There was our breathtaking stateroom on the ferry over to the UK with the finest sleeping faculties that money could buy:<br />
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I guess it’s not really all that surprising that all the photos I have from the UK and Ireland look something like this:<br />
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I did try to get this guy to give me his pot of gold:<br />
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But he wasn’t having it.<br />
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After the shows in the UK we hopped a flight over to Poland for a show. Once again we had first class accommodations:<br />
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They were, by far, the most comfortable seats we’ve ever stood next to.<br />
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After Poland it was over to Genève where a buck-naked couple stormed the stage and danced around for most of the encore. Of course I missed the entire thing because I set up merch behind a tree, which I thought would be “ A nice little place to spend a Swiss summer’s eve.” Idiot. Nerd Idiot. Nidiot.<br />
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Okay, this is just getting stupid. I started this file on June 25th it’s now July 10th and I’ve made it like three days since the last entry finished or someshit. I’m gonna have to go all word butcher on your asses and trim the fat. You know, tell you all the basics that you need to know about a bunch of shit you really don’t need to know about. <br />
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At Hellfest John shared his love for the art of dance:<br />
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The boy has some serious dance moobs.<br />
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We played a show in Gigors et Lozeron that was so bitchin that Aaron’s head exploded mid set:<br />
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If you are diddling around France and run into this on the street:<br />
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Stick around for the encore, which includes him spitting on his own face and some tasteful vomiting.<br />
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Sucked in the sights in Milan:<br />
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Played The With Full Force Festival in Germany where they had an all you can hold down Jager tent in the backstage area. To give you an idea of how bad things got this was Bryan, Adam and David right after the tent opened:<br />
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Here’s Bryan and Adam two hours later:<br />
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Then someone thought it would be idea to get up and play Bury Me In Smoke with DOWN with no practice at all:<br />
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Notice Phil Anselmo taking Aaron’s glasses. He might as well have blindfolded him.<br />
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I wish he had blindfolded me so I wouldn’t have this burned in my brain until death or I get an elective lobotomy. <br />
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We were pretty excited when we pulled into the Graspop Festival and saw this:<br />
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I don’t want to be a Sour Susie here, but I gotta tell you his voice must have been going out, because he sounded nothing like the records—he didn’t do<i> Forever In Blue Jeans</i>, <i>Sweet Caroline</i>, <i>America </i>or any of the hits. And man, did he look like shit:<br />
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Then we did a couple shows with The S Word:<br />
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Those dudes rule.<br />
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Did a little shopping: <br />
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David picked up a new axe:<br />
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John got a shirt:<br />
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Nothing all that out of the normal really, just your average dudes chilling like muthafucks.<br />
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—Coyle<br />
Tour To Live!<br />
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P.S. Tour wrap up will be coming soon. Or later. But hopefully soon. But probably later.</div>
Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-91373843965133228942013-06-20T09:32:00.002-07:002013-06-20T09:32:50.655-07:00What We Did For Our 2013 Summer Vacation: Part One<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hey there world, it’s been a while—over a year. I know that
a lot of bad stuff has happened out there since my last post and I’m sorry, I
did not realize that this blog was the delicate thread that held the world
together. Now I know and I’m going to try my best to get back on the horse and
start really blogging about the important issues that you, the world, crave.
Such as the regularity of our farts, and whether or not Bryan’s socks look like
a well steeped tea bag. Because then and only then will you, the world, be able
to relax knowing all that is important is, once again, available with the click
of a mouse and feel free to kick your collective feet up and tackle this whole
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But you have to understand, maintaining this blog is not as
easy as it used to be for me. You see, now that we are international rock stars
with up to 100 people showing up at every show, my duties with the band have
changed. In the olden days (back in the early 2010’s) the world was my oyster,
days were spent doing nothing but slangin’ a couple tees and enjoying the
delicacies of the world’s finest gas stations. There was hours of down time to
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Now I am the Tour Manager of a band that makes almost
thousands of dollars a year. All my time is spent fanning John with palm fronds
with one hand while feeding David organic, non-soy, gluten-free grapes, (a
rider requirement) with the other. Then it’s off to style Aaron’s back hair
into a Jennifer Aniston esque quaff (early Friends era) and every night I have
to chew all of Bryan’s food and feed him like a momma bird feeds a baby bird!
Where is the free time in that day I ask! I have none. That is why the blog has
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Well, that and Instagram. It’s hard to get original photos
for this thing when everyone can just blap them into space as soon as they take
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All of that being said, let’s get into this tour.</div>
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should start by introducing the newest member of the Red Fang family, <b>Adam
Pike</b>:</span> <br />
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Known by us, as ABP (FOH) Adam is our Front of House or sound guy to the layperson. Due to the fact that Adam is way better looking than the rest of us, all photos of Adam from this point on will look something like this:<br />
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Actually Adam recorded Pre-dog and as been part of the fam for a long time, you might remember a little car accident we got in a few years back? He was with us. He’s one hell of a FOH person and we are happy as hell to have him on the road with us. If you see him at a show buy him a gin and tonic. <br />
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Let’s see we played a couple shows in <b>Spain</b> with some band called <b>Iron Maiden</b>. Guess they’re some new hot band or something, never heard of them:<br />
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John liked ‘em:<br />
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After that we bounced down to Greece where we met up with the <b>Cancer Bats</b> homies for a couple shows:<br />
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(Isn’t that a flattering photo? John’s big ass head taking up half the frame…)<br />
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And had one of the best Meals of our lives:<br />
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Even the toothpicks had the flavors of the old country:<br />
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It would appear that John also liked the Mediterranean:<br />
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David wasn’t having John’s pussy ass pose and got straight G-Unit on that ocean’s ass!<br />
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After a couple of great shows in <b>Athens and Thessaloniki</b> we threw the necessities into the bags:<br />
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What? There’s a pair of socks in there…<br />
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And headed on over to<b> Kiev</b> where our friend Vlad had a incredible spread waiting for us:<br />
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After dinner Bryan and I showed them how to party Red Fang style!<br />
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Take that Ukraine! Doubt they will forget that any time soon! Woooo!<br />
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One of the things that makes tour so great is getting to see how the rest of the world operates. Take for instance the act of driving. In the U.S. it is a very rigid set of rules and regulations where in places like the Ukraine it seems to be more of a laid back suggestion-based-system. You know, let’s say there are three marked lanes, where in some more uptight places they might stick to only those three lanes. In Kiev they seem to say “Hey Bud, if you can make turn those three into six—well—party on!” “You wanna cram a couple motorcycles in between all those lanes?” Fucking sweet!”<br />
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It’s not limited to just the car to lane ratio either. Maybe a full size concrete truck turns over on a highway off ramp, spilling diesel fuel all over the crowded, hot, asphalt. In some stick-up-the-butt societies they would close the ramp down and deal with the problem, There you just drive right through that puddle of highly flammable liquid and honk at the guy holding the fire extinguisher as if to say “Hey Dudder, good luck with all that, now get out of the way” and keep on moving down that dusty road. <br />
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After a great show and an incident that involved Bryan taking a late night dip in a lake that, we were later told, was heavily polluted due to the Chernobyl disaster, we jumped on yet another plane headed to <b>St. Petersburg, Russia</b>. <br />
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Like last time we were in Russia after the show we hopped overnight train this time going the opposite direction, from <b>St. Petersburg to Moscow</b>. Turns out John had a couple too many sips of the local grape and things got a little, little weird:<br />
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I won’t go into details, but as Aaron soon learned, there are some things you can’t unsee, not matter what you do.<br />
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The <b>Moscow</b> show went freaking bananas once again. Thanks a ton to everyone that came out. And if you know this guy below please tell him that he might want to get some sort of chemical scrub or skin graft for the back of his neck/back of the head area. Or at least invest in some heavily, heavily medicated shampoo:<br />
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Next up was Krasnodar but not before taking a little trip up the <b>Stairway To Heaven</b>:<br />
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Okay, I’m going to have to steer away for the story here because I have been trying to finish this damn thing for over a week and just never get around to it. SO! Let’s just wrap it up here, I’ll slap this thing up on the inner-webs, and start on part two as soon as I get the chance. <br />
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Wait. I’ll make it more dramatic, like a real writer:<br />
Tune in (do people tune in to books?) next time to find out what happens when we get the green light to have a couple drinks with <b>Slayer!</b>: <br />
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—Coyle<br />
Tour To Live!</div>
Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-5126320759008901702012-06-08T19:03:00.000-07:002012-06-08T19:06:36.435-07:00European Headliner Part Three<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You know the saying better late than never? This post very well might be an exception to that rule for the following reasons:<br />
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1) I lost my camera and all the photos on it. So I have to use whatever is on my phone and John and David’s photos.<br />
2) Since being home I have had more beer poured on my face than a corpse at an Irish wake and remember little to nothing about the last couple weeks in Europe.<br />
3) Compared to the road where all there is a van full of dudes that I don’t really want to talk to after a couple weeks, at home there is a couch and cable to distract me.<br />
4) I took no notes about said last couple weeks because:<br />
5) I am really lazy<br />
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<b>Wiesbaden, Germany 4/27/12</b></h2>
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I remember this place! It was an old slaughterhouse turned venue. Those rods on the ceiling are where they would hang the carcasses. This is going to be easy.<br />
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<b>Winterhur, Switzerland 4/28/12</b></h2>
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I got nothing. <br />
No! Wait! <br />
This was one of the most scenic drives of the tour as you can tell by these amazing photos—that are still on my camera. <br />
Balls.<br />
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<b>Salzburg, Austria 4/29/12</b></h2>
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You know in America when you pull off at a truck stop and you look around and see one-legged women with a eye patch and a tattoo that says “Pussy Ain’t Cheap” crawling into the cab of a overweight man’s rig who’s got a clear plastic bag full of over the counter speed and a 132 ounce soda? Truck stops in Austria are exactly the same, except for all that instead you see this:<br />
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<b>Bozen, Italy 4/30/12</b></h2>
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Oh great, as if there wasn’t enough going against me getting this blog done, now there is a episode of Law and Order on that I’ve never seen before. One of the classic ones with Jerry Orbach. Maybe I can finish this during commercials. <br />
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<b>Vienna, Austria 5/1/12</b></h2>
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Alright, where were we? Okay, so what do can I put in here? I have this picture of Bryan eating breakfast… <b><br /></b><br />
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You can tell it’s breakfast because there is a banana in the mix.<br />
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<b>Munich, Germany 5/2/12</b></h2>
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This is where shit got a little hectic. In order to make it to the next show which was suppose to be in Poland we had to leave directly after this show and point it over night. Only when we came out the battery was completely fried due to someone who will remained unnamed but who is in a band that rhymes with Flack Musk leaving his phone charged into this thing the entire night:<br />
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In his defense he wasn’t the first person to do it, being the main reason the battery was torched. Those of you who know us know that we don’t take missing shows lightly. We are really sorry to all the people that traveled to see that show and we will do what we can to make it up to you down the road. <br />
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We woke up and still had a thirteen hour drive ahead of us to make it to Kiel so we put the hammer down for a while and stopped in Kassel where we were completely lucked out and stayed at the most bitchin hotel ever. <br />
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Look at this lady:<br />
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After showing us what was on the menu for the night:<br />
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She cranked (her favorite band) Led Zeppelin for us and danced the night away. (This is where this kick-ass video of Bryan and her dancing to The Immigrant Song would go if I hadn’t lost my stupid camera)<br />
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<b>Kiel, Germany 5/4/12</b></h2>
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Are you kidding me, every season of The Wire is On Demand? This thing is never going to get finished. <br />
Stare at this picture of Bryan doing the reverse Lemmy for a bit while I drop in and see how Omar and the boys are doing.<br />
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<b>Essen, Germany, 5/5/12</b></h2>
(Note: I am picking this back up almost a week later due to The Wire episodes. Not Joking, That show will tear the hours straight out of a day.)<br />
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This was our last show with the Black Tusk boys and it was a rager. The show concluded with the Tuskers and all of us shotgunning beers on stage which led to John running off stage for a “bathroom break” and Athon getting so drunk that he rang out Aaron’s show shirt into a shot glass and drank it. It goes without saying that getting up at 7:00 the next morning to catch a flight was about as fun as drinking Liquid Plumber and, I’m guessing, felt about the same.<br />
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<b>Kiev, Ukraine 5/6/12</b></h2>
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First thing you should know about flying into/ out of Kiev is this: They do not allow battleaxes or maces on the plane. (Look middle right)<br />
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And they’ll be damned if you try to ‘Merica up the place by smuggling in a baseball. (bottom left)<br />
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Another thing you should know: If you have anymore then one bag per person you should arrive at the airport sixteen hours ahead of time. It seems that as soon as you tell the agents you have extra luggage <a href="http://www.netaxs.com/%7Emhmyers/rdsjpgs/dolphins.jpg" target="_blank">one of those pictures that you have to unfocus your eyes</a> and stare at forever appears on their computer screens. …Other people would show up, all of them leering at the monitor and pointing with confused looks on their faces… Then after about thirty minutes they tell you to go to the second floor of the next building over and pay someone else who, when told what you are trying to do, gets the same stereogram and the process starts over. <br />
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Next: When you arrive in Kiev, do not expect any of those bags to be there.<br />
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We didn’t have much time in Kiev to suck in the sights, which was a bummer because from what we saw driving in, it was beautiful. John and I did go out in front of the venue and meet some people who were coming to the show. Everything was going great, we met a ton of awesome kids and some of them even brought us beers, then out of nowhere this super hammered guy walks up to us, whips out his junk and starts flapping it around. Not like he was doing it and we just happened to be standing there, but as if he was proudly doing us a favor. Smiling ear-to-ear. He then did an about-face and spread his cheeks while look over his shoulder with the same Cheshire Cat grin. His buddies came running over, tackled him and apologized over and over again. It was a relief to know that was not a normal Kiev hello. </div>
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<b>Moscow, Russia 5/7/12</b></h2>
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After showing up to a new custom guitar case at the airport:<br />
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It was off to the club. Luckily there was a military museum a block from the club so we got to suck in some sights before the show:<br />
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We had returned to the club to check out the gear that had been rented for the boys and do a quick soundcheck. David lucked out and got the sexiest amp.<br />
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I can tell you this about the show: It was terrifying. The fans in Moscow are the most Rabid fans on the planet. Not only were people going absolutely batshit on the floor, but they were making their way on to the stage, where they were spraying blood all over, getting their hair caught in Bryan’s tuning pegs, knocking over everything, stealing John’s sticks and Bryan’s tuning pedal, trying to hug David mid-song and taking the boys waters and beers, then chugging them on stage. It was mayhem. Totally awesome mayhem. <br />
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<b>St. Petersburg 5/8/12</b></h2>
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We loaded out directly onto a overnight train bound for St. Petersburg. We all had romantic ideas of watching the Russian countryside roll by as we drank vodka and were told tales of Soviet-era Russia by husky men in over-sized fur hats… But what ended up happening was we fell asleep. Almost immediately. We did wake up with enough time for John to get this instant coffee severed in Conan’s goblet.<br />
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And take a wiz in this tetanus based art project:<br />
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I guess this is where I should tell you about my mission to go retrieve the lost boxes of merch from the airlines and my ride to the airport with a driver who had a conversation with me for an hour even though he spoke no English and I spoke no Russian and how the customs agents wanted to arrest me because we had no paperwork on the boxes even though they were suppose to go to Kiev and not St. Petersburg and how they wanted my passport and I wouldn’t give it to them because the box was in John’s name and they made me sign a bunch of paperwork and without thinking I signed my own name which made them freak out even more… But I’m too lazy.<br />
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And I rather tell you about the day after the show when we got to wander around the city for a couple hours looking at amazing shit like this:<br />
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And this:<br />
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Does that count as telling you about it? Because I’m kinda going through The Wire withdrawals right now. <br />
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<b>—Coyle<br /><br />Tour To Live!</b><br />
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P.S. <br />
Thanks to everyone who came to the shows, you made this tour more than we ever thought it could be. <br />
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Thanks to Black Tusk for being totally badass road-dogs and making the van share real classy.<br />
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Thanks to Adam and Yosti for driving our asses all over and not bitching about it once.<br />
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Thanks to all the clubs for all your hard work.<br />
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Thanks to all of our ladies for putting up with our non-stop touring.<br />
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And a extra special thanks to whoever invented those soup machines in all the gas stations over there. You are a god. <br />
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<br /></div>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-45907013263580340862012-04-29T11:53:00.001-07:002012-04-29T11:53:57.080-07:00European Headliner Tour Part Two!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Paris, France 4/11/12</b></span><br />
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This quite possibly could have been the hottest rock show since the dawn of civilization. It got so hot that Aaron stripped completely down to his underwear mid set, revealing what seems to be a union suit made out of woolly mammoth hair.</div>
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Yup. And he was crowd surfing…<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Tilburg, Netherlands (Roadburn Festival) 4/12/12</b></span><br />
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Check this shit out:<br />
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That’s right Red Fang beer, brewed just for Roadburn. That gave us ten cases, and that is why this is the only picture I have from Roadburn. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Torhout, Belgium 4/13/12</b></span><br />
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Right outside the door to the club was a six-by-six enclosed sort of corral with this sign in the middle:<br />
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He looks like he’s either having some troubles getting that thing out or he went a little heavy on the jalapenos the night before.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />Marbehaben, Belgium 4/14/12</b></span><br />
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I have been to almost every show that Red Fang has ever played and I can say without a doubt that this was the drunkest crowd I have ever seen. <br />
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I should have been tipped off when before we loaded in there was puke splatter and a roach in the bathroom sink.<br />
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We’re talking, what appeared to be teenage kids, with their parents, barfing in the hallways:<br />
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It was like a high school dance sponsored by Bacardi and Ipecac.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Southampton, UK 4/15/12</b></span><br />
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I’m not sure if you guys out there have ever noticed but the boys wear the same clothes on stage every night. This high side of this is it cuts laundry in about half. The shit-covered side of the coin is that they carry around these sweat-drenched rags from show to show hoping they dry out overnight or they kind find a heater to dry them on:<br />
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Look at that hotbed of bacteria. I bet there is shit growing in there that could cure diseases that haven’t even been discovered yet. The bouquet coming out of this bag alone could gag a mortician:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Manchester, UK 4/16/12</b></span><br />
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Let’s play a little game called The Sleepy Time Championships with Aaron, Igor, Bryan and Athon:<br />
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Igor comes out swinging with the old sleeping upright in the van with a water bottle pillow:</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />Wrexham, UK 4/17/12</b></span><br />
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Wrexham? It damn near killed ‘em.<br />
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Had a couple hours to kill before the show so the boys went and soaked in the sights in only the way Red Fang could:<br />
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After the show we made some new friends:<br />
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Then went for a couple light snacks.<br />
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From what I heard people were literally hanging from the rafters at this show. I wouldn’t know because the room the show was happening in was like twenty feet away from the merch zone, and you know, that’s real far to walk. <br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Leeuwarden, Netherlands 4/20/12</span></b><br />
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We played in a prison. Do know how much ammo that gives me? There’s the whole “it was only a matter of time til we ended up here” angle. The fact that the word warden is in the name of the city. The Johnny Cash “Live at Leeuwarden Prison” slant where I make the boys come off like the c-string band at the Grand Ole Opry. And who can forget all the prison sex references! Holy crapballs, the prison sex references…<br />
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But instead when I think of Leeuwarden this will be forever burnt in my brain:<br />
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Yeah, try forgetting that. <br />
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It kind of makes me want to rip my eyeballs out and punch them for letting this image get into my brain.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Berlin, Germany (Desertfest) 4/21/12</b></span><br />
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By this point in the tour John’s hands were doing their best impression of a pepperoni pizza:<br />
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Which made him found new ways to take care of his daily needs:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Athens, Greece 4/22/12</b></span><br />
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We woke up way to early and hopped a flight all the way to Greece where we did not see Olivia Newton John or John Travolta once. Total rip off.<br />
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It wasn’t a total wash; we got to soak in a couple of the sites during the day. Made the hike up to the Acropolis:<br />
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Saw some local artists working on their craft:<br />
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After the show I met what is most likely the only person in Greece that reads the blog:<br />
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Who is probably going to be bummed that I’m so crisp right now that I can’t even come up with a segue for this:<br />
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That isn’t even photoshopped! Dude looks like a sketch in George Lucas’s “Creatures for Return Of The Jedi” diary. <br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />Helsinki, Finland 4/24/12</b></span><br />
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Here is what I can tell you about Helsinki. They love some Karaoke. To the point that they see no reason you should not continue your serenading mid wiz.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Lots of people ask if we have picked up any of the
languages on our travels. The truth is weare usually in one spot just long
enough to learn the survival basics such as: “One beer please,” and “Where is the hospital?,”
but we have spent a pretty good amount of time in Germany on the last
few tours and have figured out the basics.<br />
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Everyone in the US knows that when speaking to a Spanish speaker all you
do is add “O” to the end of every word and speak louder, German is not
that simple. There is no less than three ways to speak the native tongue
of Deutschland.<br />
1) Respond to whatever people say to you by saying “Scheisse” in whatever inflection you think appropriate.<br />
2) Take the English noun and verb that best describes what you are
trying to do, add “en” to the end of each word, and then cram them
together. For example if you are trying to find the bathroom you would
simply walk up to someone and say “Poopen-splashen?”<br />
3) Ask them if they speak English. They all do, and usually better than us.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>—Coyle<br /><br />
Tour To Live!</b></span>
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<br /></div>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-52101091241161455292012-04-13T11:51:00.038-07:002012-04-13T14:36:40.587-07:00Europe Headliner Week One!Damn, it’s been a wile since I had the time to put one of these thing together. Almost forgot how to do it. Then I remembered the formula:1) Take photos of friends 2) Make fun of them. Not really that hard. So for those that don’t know we are on our first headlining tour in Europe right now with our new homies Black Tusk and it feels good. Like, cigarette after sex good. I myself was pretty excited to see our name on the top of one of these for once:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0B6KV7BYjn4v_1m3f6WEzTql4OzsN4JWyuKLMGW3Rnw0BlQoy-alKs5VaHIwO435YU3Kh3QBspegIOzGGXkBf2RPxAZOzVAAzU0qDXGjAj7Ogk4RmVZU6yXtFuJuPLgeplLFtFSSLbWQ/s1600/lam.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0B6KV7BYjn4v_1m3f6WEzTql4OzsN4JWyuKLMGW3Rnw0BlQoy-alKs5VaHIwO435YU3Kh3QBspegIOzGGXkBf2RPxAZOzVAAzU0qDXGjAj7Ogk4RmVZU6yXtFuJuPLgeplLFtFSSLbWQ/s400/lam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730985879200677010" border="0" /></a>Sexy isn’t it?<br /><br />Alright let’s get to the shit.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Segrate, Italy 4/5/12</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeDfmf9eeHYx79G3L6cckmoxqlJc3kKrHZL6fz1tLvxU6Xo0QD3_iBx6Z8vsod-8eKlP_Zb7raxrnp0nNiYJRAXnI0B1MKAsFJNubUWnEKQ7U460T8SyNmqSOLnmA9xWMQfBlDAWzqY8/s1600/1-Crowd-Segrate%252C+Italy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeDfmf9eeHYx79G3L6cckmoxqlJc3kKrHZL6fz1tLvxU6Xo0QD3_iBx6Z8vsod-8eKlP_Zb7raxrnp0nNiYJRAXnI0B1MKAsFJNubUWnEKQ7U460T8SyNmqSOLnmA9xWMQfBlDAWzqY8/s400/1-Crowd-Segrate%252C+Italy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730985022160834834" border="0" /></a><br />After taking a flight that looked like this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Q95Ang-kHKKLIpZrVMYfz4VtuA1GolE6iWT1IC6OXVnugb-J4g6OpXZIiYD3OTqWhxebrkrO4BzundBIfXenYo3dfzaWXHZ42ZqjHqM1-ZzdcJOXPZi8CWxyAcqSVv9pdmsaxQjWkP0/s1600/loops.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Q95Ang-kHKKLIpZrVMYfz4VtuA1GolE6iWT1IC6OXVnugb-J4g6OpXZIiYD3OTqWhxebrkrO4BzundBIfXenYo3dfzaWXHZ42ZqjHqM1-ZzdcJOXPZi8CWxyAcqSVv9pdmsaxQjWkP0/s400/loops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730985769157304674" border="0" /></a><br />We landed in Zurich and jumped in the van towards Milan where we met our promoter Carrado. It was at this time that we learned he would be traveling with us to the next show in Rome. We were already packed in the van butts to nuts but made room for this hulk of a man who spent the majority of the seven-hour drive like this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVA8VYca37Kgu9f3mQLUUMQIPKdbjqvSuKFa4j4A0UPaVAEGFnHqY0Sf7pyiplZOdADuEyz9baloMZI-0I9FgnlZMu4hhcuyqmoGYFoPygefHATi3UKDNLKX-HsoVvIHQmBiBH3FgI70/s1600/carrado.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVA8VYca37Kgu9f3mQLUUMQIPKdbjqvSuKFa4j4A0UPaVAEGFnHqY0Sf7pyiplZOdADuEyz9baloMZI-0I9FgnlZMu4hhcuyqmoGYFoPygefHATi3UKDNLKX-HsoVvIHQmBiBH3FgI70/s400/carrado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730984499213831154" border="0" /></a>A foot from my face.<br /><br />Bryan, on the other hand, went for the more comfortable floor route:<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzQnuoVoieyHUIBpnjHsC5q5XOPtl5YAVjQB7hZ9peujY6rXyQxzk_egWJfsge4E3jAz4UzDNTCLqtJXPoCew' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br />We also have Whitey with us for the first week and last week of the trip. You may remember Whitey from such of our videos as: all of them. He is the one that wrote, directed and paid for every one. While it’s great to have him along this is getting a little old:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWqDbxs0g3pzF5dUNUSfguTuIn_OOvL3FyE6rzYdQumUWmedG63FxHC4WC1ZAeMvVbwhhpK2t0WJUWgQRR64P8MErCNN6dIk6r1tJN81LSrOxzWVQmUs1q-nrL7z96fj4o6SX-C3uAqoA/s1600/whitey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWqDbxs0g3pzF5dUNUSfguTuIn_OOvL3FyE6rzYdQumUWmedG63FxHC4WC1ZAeMvVbwhhpK2t0WJUWgQRR64P8MErCNN6dIk6r1tJN81LSrOxzWVQmUs1q-nrL7z96fj4o6SX-C3uAqoA/s400/whitey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730980940052058610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rome Italy 4/6/12</span></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tffVRRFxTa-5Bkb9TzITP_UymlzSsEiuOGMcPDzAXdKv-UV-vQ3AUpp2xZFDw10AT_HubSmmATz17NqW4CkSU27jDhCtMRZREiTGUvGXQNqEzSPwxZy90QbvH7qvBKmwD8DAAcQZK_g/s1600/2-Crowd-Roma%252C+Italy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tffVRRFxTa-5Bkb9TzITP_UymlzSsEiuOGMcPDzAXdKv-UV-vQ3AUpp2xZFDw10AT_HubSmmATz17NqW4CkSU27jDhCtMRZREiTGUvGXQNqEzSPwxZy90QbvH7qvBKmwD8DAAcQZK_g/s400/2-Crowd-Roma%252C+Italy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730980836710436786" border="0" /></a>One thing I love about Europe is the subtle differences. While in the US a gumball machine gives you, well, gumballs in Europe you can get this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgENE3sPM-0qfH0pE80KTXrNfv40VW1VQKV-H_9dUMxMMdx6sfaXGX95cOedCDGhFzUjSkPcHIQaCBF18fkTlz97ygKp19-WY_7IplZjDL_bjFCduTboLrKfNAn2z1CJ_CMI9EOdHwhKl4/s1600/panties.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgENE3sPM-0qfH0pE80KTXrNfv40VW1VQKV-H_9dUMxMMdx6sfaXGX95cOedCDGhFzUjSkPcHIQaCBF18fkTlz97ygKp19-WY_7IplZjDL_bjFCduTboLrKfNAn2z1CJ_CMI9EOdHwhKl4/s400/panties.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730980711376529298" border="0" /></a>I know what your thinking and the answer is yes we did try to buy some. But the damn thing must have a creepy homeless looking /possible-sex-offender/dudes with food in their beards and piss stained pants sensor on it because it wouldn’t work for any of us.<br /><br />Speaking of creepy sex offenders, you don’t even want to ask how I got this photo:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7YI-DXgpH4i50HQloLOpKXsiqR5HhQFlPnoK2sg5LtS6j1t8VX7X1P8M8L1cvXI95qBXrX053Afs73-XKsM7vH0OZziRhmnQ2pBqOHxUzAwyX3_UBuZMUHvSG1D0nO5QrigCB3x3ciU/s1600/acdc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7YI-DXgpH4i50HQloLOpKXsiqR5HhQFlPnoK2sg5LtS6j1t8VX7X1P8M8L1cvXI95qBXrX053Afs73-XKsM7vH0OZziRhmnQ2pBqOHxUzAwyX3_UBuZMUHvSG1D0nO5QrigCB3x3ciU/s400/acdc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730980504755299762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Montecchio Maggiore, Italy 4/7/12</span></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cLrnGAcc8qHKx0HIYVhTYtZF9CB8itrySHhWk8IN2AkFh7vj7OVPinwjpa9ChIu7FEfmzeSFFqMvj_A1_zBZkNBusJaxkFnRfhS8R0GjWOt0GenTgfHOMVnWuYIj3TG0nQueX0fqs80/s1600/3-Crowd-Montecchio+Maggiore%252C+Italy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cLrnGAcc8qHKx0HIYVhTYtZF9CB8itrySHhWk8IN2AkFh7vj7OVPinwjpa9ChIu7FEfmzeSFFqMvj_A1_zBZkNBusJaxkFnRfhS8R0GjWOt0GenTgfHOMVnWuYIj3TG0nQueX0fqs80/s400/3-Crowd-Montecchio+Maggiore%252C+Italy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730980390885680946" border="0" /></a><br />I can’t even remember what happened at this show. This is the only picture I have from that night:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCpWG0stW0gnOa9JPnErq8L41I0OVmwEb4UYYU26-oODjcptKGSjAsAb_MyCLlkuYjpRMiLHQkRodvsI5e1LcDGxnIEI00ZiQfEo-qV7_15VTjzp10lzyn7dRu4ORsAiHoxcq1FyZWnA/s1600/shots.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCpWG0stW0gnOa9JPnErq8L41I0OVmwEb4UYYU26-oODjcptKGSjAsAb_MyCLlkuYjpRMiLHQkRodvsI5e1LcDGxnIEI00ZiQfEo-qV7_15VTjzp10lzyn7dRu4ORsAiHoxcq1FyZWnA/s400/shots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730980277631804898" border="0" /></a>Which explains a lot now that I think about it.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bulle, Swizerland 4/8/12</span></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50nng2vYSVIEusS-WHE-OgxZIlAAR5NqE-yEXBcHaqtTLSaUhClVbwYvdnXZbSUOno2nMzzDHD6qgFUcfooQRlPZFu0Lg54-dPKyOrsVX-Xup7AEs1KvswSQJWwz6SKbEPHQJ3MGQHIk/s1600/4-Crowd-Bulle%252C+Switzerland.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50nng2vYSVIEusS-WHE-OgxZIlAAR5NqE-yEXBcHaqtTLSaUhClVbwYvdnXZbSUOno2nMzzDHD6qgFUcfooQRlPZFu0Lg54-dPKyOrsVX-Xup7AEs1KvswSQJWwz6SKbEPHQJ3MGQHIk/s400/4-Crowd-Bulle%252C+Switzerland.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730980127795346418" border="0" /></a><br />Meet Black Tusk’s merch/ sound guy Igor, the Mad Russian:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZspFSROOFGRiOYM3czI7xlzltvVD_SJLORJSAGrOY_wPcT1i5ekfgjHPOaj9IR9VTdTKpfefPqCtvPUCawAXnmJfkQD04qb82ZIStxGXNPLL99WkVTozEeVP_lRR0ZWsh3BtuiSrgbM/s1600/igor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZspFSROOFGRiOYM3czI7xlzltvVD_SJLORJSAGrOY_wPcT1i5ekfgjHPOaj9IR9VTdTKpfefPqCtvPUCawAXnmJfkQD04qb82ZIStxGXNPLL99WkVTozEeVP_lRR0ZWsh3BtuiSrgbM/s400/igor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730980018219053586" border="0" /></a><br />Igor is a special breed, while David and myself are not afraid to order from the stunt menu at most fast food joints or truck stops Igor takes it to another level. For instance this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGwoCWs_TZONHIUt_5kzw8nKzjfTPbmVhyphenhyphen2ooOaivMqm99frYJYbltbkrmtU1Fj0EVtaa2jNWeieeRZQoXYOuOOvYtXDN8xobSfhyphenhyphenUWciuB7ksD_S1VgKN0u28qGlU9Uio0wFAmgdbR8/s1600/salmon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGwoCWs_TZONHIUt_5kzw8nKzjfTPbmVhyphenhyphen2ooOaivMqm99frYJYbltbkrmtU1Fj0EVtaa2jNWeieeRZQoXYOuOOvYtXDN8xobSfhyphenhyphenUWciuB7ksD_S1VgKN0u28qGlU9Uio0wFAmgdbR8/s400/salmon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730979921467108450" border="0" /></a>That would be a salmon sandwich from a gas station. FROM A FUCKING GAS STATION! That thing should come with a Mr. Yuk sticker, a diaper and a list of E.R.’s in the area.<br /><br /><br />The show that night was so crazy that in the middle of the set—John just ‘sploded:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhva5vmSC4p985VxP3tTt41PEyCgprE9L9YDtS259LXpBe0cgm3Y0xGDyMeYvolkQutFtYb8dhWkB1L919v3UwqLNxNgi0Jb6bjrQbWFNjuivoS0mTOmDa2Ose8XYoVYhLH1F4xQ1aKNoI/s1600/slopdin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhva5vmSC4p985VxP3tTt41PEyCgprE9L9YDtS259LXpBe0cgm3Y0xGDyMeYvolkQutFtYb8dhWkB1L919v3UwqLNxNgi0Jb6bjrQbWFNjuivoS0mTOmDa2Ose8XYoVYhLH1F4xQ1aKNoI/s400/slopdin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730979821215550226" border="0" /></a>It was very Spinal Tap.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Clermont Ferrand, France 4/9/12</span></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyubcoMoPjqxOIv5VMBgAT0kbDOV7dt-3kZgYIU4xx-10u-AjJ6q5mK5g_6Uee-V-nAL3JTFFdDyMnXgNuUvBM4vHFm9oHalbaYezzjSZn9xKZLolWdFSDFT54o1-CDbZ2UHdLYvVvS_E/s1600/5-Crowd-Clermont+Ferrand%252C+France.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyubcoMoPjqxOIv5VMBgAT0kbDOV7dt-3kZgYIU4xx-10u-AjJ6q5mK5g_6Uee-V-nAL3JTFFdDyMnXgNuUvBM4vHFm9oHalbaYezzjSZn9xKZLolWdFSDFT54o1-CDbZ2UHdLYvVvS_E/s400/5-Crowd-Clermont+Ferrand%252C+France.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730979582470019506" border="0" /></a><br />We arrived to a note in the bathroom from our old friend Will:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUHpL_adFEWFgCNhle6lYFvuUb6AXfxg0CWqtRngWdFYMyhWbzFCzHVYdQLZjIw96hR6szNsZ3qZZIlsPlE6Q7TBCyIQfUZdYLpesPRB8lHOpbICc1Gz_dyTEWcQlMMcxulcH2mJKgcYI/s1600/bathroom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUHpL_adFEWFgCNhle6lYFvuUb6AXfxg0CWqtRngWdFYMyhWbzFCzHVYdQLZjIw96hR6szNsZ3qZZIlsPlE6Q7TBCyIQfUZdYLpesPRB8lHOpbICc1Gz_dyTEWcQlMMcxulcH2mJKgcYI/s400/bathroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730979433378376242" border="0" /></a><br />The club was an awesome DIY spot called Le Raymond’s Bar that was sort of illegal which made smoking indoors okay. David took full advantage of it putting down whole packs at a time:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgV4QXDQmRXsNXbabnYtbH4LKkxqqd6_tVOQgWT7XHygeTanRQYtHNPRWhSgbe4FsRspiWgUSWydRBmH1rZRs2zoe9P2XR8kDnwmfZinLFDFVnSb3esojl_pBgyszzgWkJXs2Vtu2gB8/s1600/smoke.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgV4QXDQmRXsNXbabnYtbH4LKkxqqd6_tVOQgWT7XHygeTanRQYtHNPRWhSgbe4FsRspiWgUSWydRBmH1rZRs2zoe9P2XR8kDnwmfZinLFDFVnSb3esojl_pBgyszzgWkJXs2Vtu2gB8/s400/smoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730979365005690930" border="0" /></a><br />That night we all shared a room and us Red Fangers got to learn the ways of Igor’s snoring . It should have been no surprise that a man who ingests pounds of mystery meats and gallons of beer would sound like a lion in a wood chipper while he sleeps. When I asked Aaron where he was rated among snorers of the world this was his response:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2P7ssKghPGPt_ljgTRGU4ITXZ5EUazpjVcHC36VSpQmXV1rxvatYMnZIAhp3_oB49zJWHQQr_VQ_5yKp9nThMboT89qSFnA9gDMgUGbN7SD5BHAZdnpYuB0WKRt0O-0xPPAmTCwdn3nI/s1600/aaron.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2P7ssKghPGPt_ljgTRGU4ITXZ5EUazpjVcHC36VSpQmXV1rxvatYMnZIAhp3_oB49zJWHQQr_VQ_5yKp9nThMboT89qSFnA9gDMgUGbN7SD5BHAZdnpYuB0WKRt0O-0xPPAmTCwdn3nI/s400/aaron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730979261534731442" border="0" /></a>Look at this photo:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3FL-vxiMMxZStjjcfUoXTRc2Ac6ZGUG5eXX64-v7Zl5wWZ0qoWGCGoakBha4kiAfK17tZ8cCt6yauzJqPTE2M0d9dSRhIvKqpR6-PZuMr5maoEagjHco000Hb22upxD60J2YDkIkyE3s/s1600/snoring.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3FL-vxiMMxZStjjcfUoXTRc2Ac6ZGUG5eXX64-v7Zl5wWZ0qoWGCGoakBha4kiAfK17tZ8cCt6yauzJqPTE2M0d9dSRhIvKqpR6-PZuMr5maoEagjHco000Hb22upxD60J2YDkIkyE3s/s400/snoring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730979178842248866" border="0" /></a>That’s not blurry. His snoring actually causes a ripple in the space/time continuim. He is traveling through time right here.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nantes, France 4/10/12</span></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHZFBtYG5WpmbMwpOcko9styDyivhtEzajbCRUqIODqhFLURJT0CL7JxajZpCvbIL1CWkNrQHcdiHDj_Q53jYcEGBj9gGD7zuRMSgfbCV-lCsCgwvPMTHoVrFuFkvNnJUPaYzCi6XV6s/s1600/6.2-Crowd-Nantes%252C+France.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHZFBtYG5WpmbMwpOcko9styDyivhtEzajbCRUqIODqhFLURJT0CL7JxajZpCvbIL1CWkNrQHcdiHDj_Q53jYcEGBj9gGD7zuRMSgfbCV-lCsCgwvPMTHoVrFuFkvNnJUPaYzCi6XV6s/s400/6.2-Crowd-Nantes%252C+France.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730978978667447842" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKUBgDOBY2GvJXkYKMBLbF5u9SFlBa5WmJfZUfTrhSQuUwxD7kvuNl26YNAMV3cX22dYrsZ5LCXRdhp09IkfCHWP_3_KjE-3w_-bgXfXIleB4b5RFQj4r_NvpwkxB2aqGI5E9ylVQto8g/s1600/6.3-Crowd-Nantes%252C+France.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKUBgDOBY2GvJXkYKMBLbF5u9SFlBa5WmJfZUfTrhSQuUwxD7kvuNl26YNAMV3cX22dYrsZ5LCXRdhp09IkfCHWP_3_KjE-3w_-bgXfXIleB4b5RFQj4r_NvpwkxB2aqGI5E9ylVQto8g/s400/6.3-Crowd-Nantes%252C+France.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730978969613188146" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1qItzIhB1WioG9UNXr9z_M1xX-OmDwtD7In3A15sEP-dGLWv821JfGqX1Tdb5y2_2HMjsZ_m2fgHXT4dx6sFao7fK44J-McLrHnD7gwpAT6wJpo_gLCYOgCqQBuVwhRYefABSdKC0zBA/s1600/6-Crowd-Nantes%252C+France.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1qItzIhB1WioG9UNXr9z_M1xX-OmDwtD7In3A15sEP-dGLWv821JfGqX1Tdb5y2_2HMjsZ_m2fgHXT4dx6sFao7fK44J-McLrHnD7gwpAT6wJpo_gLCYOgCqQBuVwhRYefABSdKC0zBA/s400/6-Crowd-Nantes%252C+France.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730978991582592738" border="0" /></a>John got all arty on this crowd shot. What an asshole.<br /><br /><br /><br />I could talk about the nice people and the beautiful scenery such as this that we came across in Nantes:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqU-km822L-vzvxflUz9-_S8ctvAtQkbQw_MvTOXNVIn_vnezYAKAl4Fsquhpr68KprZMTivUdq2JPJXzMnTMsFmMmRCinsnHY0YVHV9MllHflSDV-rfMfX4pM9qB3J3iQ_dP7_BQEXuE/s1600/nantes.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqU-km822L-vzvxflUz9-_S8ctvAtQkbQw_MvTOXNVIn_vnezYAKAl4Fsquhpr68KprZMTivUdq2JPJXzMnTMsFmMmRCinsnHY0YVHV9MllHflSDV-rfMfX4pM9qB3J3iQ_dP7_BQEXuE/s400/nantes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730960851532138210" border="0" /></a>But I can’t get this out of brain:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0a9jcEeBipnAIrsJTP3N29EjelfP10BD-yIkyAtmiTp1pxDvrCUDEjUkljsjv4Tg3jj1LDaNFuNVWE-CiX4uS81ouDq8pENDyRlh6pDJCD_OVaxujw1tCPMiMcFRjcCTY8zH0ykqNlbU/s1600/semen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0a9jcEeBipnAIrsJTP3N29EjelfP10BD-yIkyAtmiTp1pxDvrCUDEjUkljsjv4Tg3jj1LDaNFuNVWE-CiX4uS81ouDq8pENDyRlh6pDJCD_OVaxujw1tCPMiMcFRjcCTY8zH0ykqNlbU/s400/semen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730960839092399490" border="0" /></a>I have one question for you: Am I crazy or does this say The 4 Hor Semen?<br /><br />I’m not sure what Hor Semen is, but I know for a fact that I don’t need four of them.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">—Coyle</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tour To Live!</span>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-46925922953020470052012-01-24T10:19:00.000-08:002012-01-24T10:49:12.493-08:00MastoEurope Part two!<span style="font-weight: bold;">Bremen, Germany 1/18/12</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNSK1FBEEY71LFqJETNJiFmquJpyPm-RuzHd7dlEYMDTuqqdDR-y8yrwsqxYqgn-mp-mTlSThmPsJhQloTuSct0TjyvJVKef-AgIxcsv4AhKNR13Ht7RNRXriaIeK6WTAcs7U4sh-4Oqc/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNSK1FBEEY71LFqJETNJiFmquJpyPm-RuzHd7dlEYMDTuqqdDR-y8yrwsqxYqgn-mp-mTlSThmPsJhQloTuSct0TjyvJVKef-AgIxcsv4AhKNR13Ht7RNRXriaIeK6WTAcs7U4sh-4Oqc/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701267813517723970" border="0" /></a>The best part about traveling to foreign countries is learning about the cultures. Take for instance the fact that Germans absolutely hate the Scorpions. Bringing up an affinity for the Scorps will get you a look normally reserved for someone who just had their finger rip through the toilet paper—a combination of disgust and sheer disappointment followed by anger. People get mad, like normal conversation in English one minute to screaming at you in German the next type mad.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brussels, Belgium 1/19/12</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6d6i5_PPoWnMEq4GPz7cNPuErS2wK2ierj5oVWVRMUvICi3E9-hKL58f0PJ8AU0_w1JOMCfh3fZjLs66jbKuoFdGNADgYhYqYYd6zBZ8_KzXxIoH1at_ygHtuxlaUk02vlAVJCdJRo8M/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6d6i5_PPoWnMEq4GPz7cNPuErS2wK2ierj5oVWVRMUvICi3E9-hKL58f0PJ8AU0_w1JOMCfh3fZjLs66jbKuoFdGNADgYhYqYYd6zBZ8_KzXxIoH1at_ygHtuxlaUk02vlAVJCdJRo8M/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701268507707006434" border="0" /></a>First of all, I’d like to say, “Fuck yes Brussels!” Never have been treated with such an overwhelming response. We thank you from the bottoms of our enlarged, aorta blocked by of piece of cheese, tar ball bouncing around the chambers hearts. It makes me wish I had been able to leave the venue and check out the city. That is, besides the outdoor urinals in the alley behind the club.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYoVCR_NjKCyAPlJK5n0pAayeDY8ngJVc4xtlY3DifMhDQPWFY0llfdJMl1z30PCquzenNk-JQgFjIwGsYdbO3A1vmBprHBsedPk9mE6o63VnpXVrlxUcum9ntBogsxc9hZfm20XDRQk/s1600/3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYoVCR_NjKCyAPlJK5n0pAayeDY8ngJVc4xtlY3DifMhDQPWFY0llfdJMl1z30PCquzenNk-JQgFjIwGsYdbO3A1vmBprHBsedPk9mE6o63VnpXVrlxUcum9ntBogsxc9hZfm20XDRQk/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701267638753702466" border="0" /></a>But no such luck. So instead I want to take this time to introduce you to our driver, Jozef:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kTs1snLQUoJ67MPLPdU4kJBSie60cd87SvtuLeYDio6H-9kxIjNuyTp5-mLre0s3ber1NrIoXoZDPG_A4PIuuwtxwHVyKeRFtz0j9TYk9PRx2SB5QA_BvNfg_-xrRDq9mCBOTnNuvso/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kTs1snLQUoJ67MPLPdU4kJBSie60cd87SvtuLeYDio6H-9kxIjNuyTp5-mLre0s3ber1NrIoXoZDPG_A4PIuuwtxwHVyKeRFtz0j9TYk9PRx2SB5QA_BvNfg_-xrRDq9mCBOTnNuvso/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701267626752740594" border="0" /></a>Look at that handsome son of a bitch. The Czech Republic’s finest. We weren’t in the van ten minutes when I noticed him digging in his nose like he had an mosquito bite on his brain, pulled his finger out, grabbed the stick shift and shifted gears. Not even a courtesy wipe on his pants. I knew right then that we were going to get along great.<br /><br />Now you may be looking at that RV and thinking wait all six of you are living in that thing? Yep. Three bunks, six dudes—you do the math. That means that Jozef up there has to crawl into bed every night with the one and old Bryan “The Snuggle Bandit” Giles. Known from Stockholm to San Diego for his tendency to embrace anyone within a three-foot radius while snoring out an alcohol fueled mixture that could take the varnish of a chair. Being the pro that he his, he didn’t even bat an eye. A true road dog, badass driver, and a great person to talk to while staring out the window at the amazing European countryside. Glad to call him a part of the crew.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Paris, France 1/20/12</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVvzCnwiNjYumR5OJkjQKUoGlmntxa0MFPIusbfLj7X4UKiMQhflYvrTDRY8r9NwfJvowo-KgvghE2u4bSym9HxKGLbi9rMSEKj1w04RR9ByR5gPPuYx9vOgQeT80NFxLQ_flz1uhIk6I/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVvzCnwiNjYumR5OJkjQKUoGlmntxa0MFPIusbfLj7X4UKiMQhflYvrTDRY8r9NwfJvowo-KgvghE2u4bSym9HxKGLbi9rMSEKj1w04RR9ByR5gPPuYx9vOgQeT80NFxLQ_flz1uhIk6I/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701267601642230466" border="0" /></a>We didn’t even have to play this show, when we got there we found out there was a Chinese cover band filling our spot:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2aK6avlZCY0cZDr9QvbUfJJW6EDStZyz9LPG5XD6RlTQZApf7kojtyF9xsGef9TUAL9oLApbUSMaBX22K8l59hAFQxs_yEWBQBWXg9orkGToKFuMeST9mj0qd5q3pvYniNeRDzQHvw8M/s1600/6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2aK6avlZCY0cZDr9QvbUfJJW6EDStZyz9LPG5XD6RlTQZApf7kojtyF9xsGef9TUAL9oLApbUSMaBX22K8l59hAFQxs_yEWBQBWXg9orkGToKFuMeST9mj0qd5q3pvYniNeRDzQHvw8M/s400/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701267603066526722" border="0" /></a>So we took the day off and went and sucked in the sites, starting with some traditional French cuisine:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggbCwQZytNBZFlCZJ0haUfCoU0ipSTfzbkx10QIghNrl9pE7Kca5RMZsi4YBWwJ1fFsCTbHE4HHifDb9-qbQpv3LS99IGJ6TDx4qWHU46qZ0ZY854OG_2QuI5J0A3SXe_9cK_-_wGrsEY/s1600/7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggbCwQZytNBZFlCZJ0haUfCoU0ipSTfzbkx10QIghNrl9pE7Kca5RMZsi4YBWwJ1fFsCTbHE4HHifDb9-qbQpv3LS99IGJ6TDx4qWHU46qZ0ZY854OG_2QuI5J0A3SXe_9cK_-_wGrsEY/s400/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701266830479456066" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hoped the Metro on over to the Eiffel Tower:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiktmZpdc34dMAKHNyeAf8b4WBfdG6Q_pnZ1_MQS3ySwcB3bk1cJoBaCUKXQEHVE83nItDm5QSNZtA7wt06nLoLftvNAT_DSWUJxSQLv3itUPBY_GSJME17W65ONKQys4SrE008VEyg-_o/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiktmZpdc34dMAKHNyeAf8b4WBfdG6Q_pnZ1_MQS3ySwcB3bk1cJoBaCUKXQEHVE83nItDm5QSNZtA7wt06nLoLftvNAT_DSWUJxSQLv3itUPBY_GSJME17W65ONKQys4SrE008VEyg-_o/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701266816003980786" border="0" /></a>Looked at some art:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDIpRsPvErMXJz8l4RGubzlMBixv1hJVxxQJDlxVk_mwn0zL4YSnknbjrC9Hn2o4bv79pwnj6Cpblo0mbE-k7r3VVg2USUqvb5XypHsV7cRnGCGQHhvLnw2i9PfzoMDd0KY9gIRfYOkIs/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDIpRsPvErMXJz8l4RGubzlMBixv1hJVxxQJDlxVk_mwn0zL4YSnknbjrC9Hn2o4bv79pwnj6Cpblo0mbE-k7r3VVg2USUqvb5XypHsV7cRnGCGQHhvLnw2i9PfzoMDd0KY9gIRfYOkIs/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701266806791239746" border="0" /></a>And caught a show*:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbs9nraH5DV5T-giMQIaB484ob2LNVsIYsHG0YyifPWm3U5RbO2GaV75Jv2O-D24DgpsOoOhdBZoa94THRFMcC8Prd5ko3VX5Jf8zUobtggz-DxAJSiXG-IRN0sVDAga6uoYe-kRwfFs/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbs9nraH5DV5T-giMQIaB484ob2LNVsIYsHG0YyifPWm3U5RbO2GaV75Jv2O-D24DgpsOoOhdBZoa94THRFMcC8Prd5ko3VX5Jf8zUobtggz-DxAJSiXG-IRN0sVDAga6uoYe-kRwfFs/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701266796620617570" border="0" /></a>Then it was nothing but wine, cheese and berets for the rest of the night…<br /><br /><br />*On serious note: This sign creeps me the fuck out. All I can think off is one of those little assholes coming to life and chasing after me with a butcher knife.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">San Sebastian, Spain 1/21/12</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nmipfxvOWkT4lcMMAKoQU6_9Getj92pPpbxVpm7u42Eej6gKmVr6FzEXdln-BLxnScJFyoypRxhzCTksC2Kfzsd_EN04pNUUTcXcPu06DqCsjJNTDnXRh_FA3k477sOOfs2KLYPP26Y/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nmipfxvOWkT4lcMMAKoQU6_9Getj92pPpbxVpm7u42Eej6gKmVr6FzEXdln-BLxnScJFyoypRxhzCTksC2Kfzsd_EN04pNUUTcXcPu06DqCsjJNTDnXRh_FA3k477sOOfs2KLYPP26Y/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701266786848782050" border="0" /></a>We should have known this was going to be a wild one when the flyer for the show had what appeared to be a dead David on it:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd6U1AtYC7p4UobgcapBsk6gsxK76mee8m43GqwPaPS7NjnBapSyZDjN_c_mFUAZYfEUJbJBFXMT_mkTBTciu8fSO96Om1BjbRNNTNtrzlmFBzl715Ej7kdOZoVbEKmbV9sbUu0MKA2kk/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd6U1AtYC7p4UobgcapBsk6gsxK76mee8m43GqwPaPS7NjnBapSyZDjN_c_mFUAZYfEUJbJBFXMT_mkTBTciu8fSO96Om1BjbRNNTNtrzlmFBzl715Ej7kdOZoVbEKmbV9sbUu0MKA2kk/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701265461592245570" border="0" /></a><br />I can tell you what happened at this show was one of the best things I have ever witnessed in my life. Ever.<br /><br />The boys are banging through the set and the crowd is going crazy. Mosh pits, crowd surfing, Futbol style Red Fang chants just pure awesomeness. They start Into The Eye and all of the sudden the crowd grabs David of the stage and starts crowd surfing him. While he’s still playing his guitar! I go running over to try and get a photo but the crowd wont’ even let me near. I look on stage to see a guy feeding David’s guitar cord out to him next to a totally hysterical Aaron. I look back as someone from the crowd puts a homemade beer helmet (Ala Prehistoric Dog) on his head and they surf him back on to the stage, put him gently on his feet and he finishes the song. My brain almost blew directly out of my head due to the awesome over load. I don’t have a baby, but I think that this would be better than seeing my first child be born—mostly because there wasn’t any slime or blood.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lisbon, Portugal 1/22/12</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUl5Du9JFzN6bTgCtDt5Yo75x_ce4H92ygnmfYlj4rHQvmBZzPe2tIenzOjZ7wzuyJdM2VNVq1JW1WOJ1PQYSWpFDfbTpYle046us2X5k1TUVudSq_sc9c6qdu2Y3Y2oXIwSoSUvQFxSk/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUl5Du9JFzN6bTgCtDt5Yo75x_ce4H92ygnmfYlj4rHQvmBZzPe2tIenzOjZ7wzuyJdM2VNVq1JW1WOJ1PQYSWpFDfbTpYle046us2X5k1TUVudSq_sc9c6qdu2Y3Y2oXIwSoSUvQFxSk/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701265427218344098" border="0" /></a>Never in my life did I think that I would say my most memorable experience in Portugal would be at a McDonald’s. But sure as shit…<br /><br />So we have to do this sort of mad panic load out at the end of the show and end up being done after all the places around are done serving food, so we head out on a mission. After dragging our out of shape asses up we seemed to be a completely vertical hill, we find nothing but a old man bar that closed as soon as we walked in the door. After about another twenty minutes we decided that whatever we saw next was going to have to work. What do you know, but the next open spot we see is the golden arches, the house that Old Dirty Ron built.<br /><br />The first thing the floored me was they were selling beer. I was so excited that I had to take a picture. Which the girl behind the counter was none to happy about.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSulO_aB9OGzSO4Oe8Vx2fQKGUvw2VgUBvWQrhzz3KGH1XL5Asb2PDJ8bUJm-BluRP6y5Qqo7U2hDqCSTqolBeBVnXpYoSqSkGgX73lA4qhwAXT_8ab6hzJbbk6ObIV9n3xKq_dsg25js/s1600/14.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSulO_aB9OGzSO4Oe8Vx2fQKGUvw2VgUBvWQrhzz3KGH1XL5Asb2PDJ8bUJm-BluRP6y5Qqo7U2hDqCSTqolBeBVnXpYoSqSkGgX73lA4qhwAXT_8ab6hzJbbk6ObIV9n3xKq_dsg25js/s400/14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701265417108824338" border="0" /></a>Once I explained that I was going to put it on the Internet she changed her tune and even posed for me:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYuAkdpBgCOiPDIFn8__K-vwF9Ng2XcBFnDqBsuP8B2OUvwT-z9LfvWtzCylRrnmSu08KPWMB3TmwPM1s9iTi223vjRsfwnTW4nQCfvDkwtX5QFDuMbnUGpBZI5FfpVS0s-NFHI26bHQ/s1600/15.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYuAkdpBgCOiPDIFn8__K-vwF9Ng2XcBFnDqBsuP8B2OUvwT-z9LfvWtzCylRrnmSu08KPWMB3TmwPM1s9iTi223vjRsfwnTW4nQCfvDkwtX5QFDuMbnUGpBZI5FfpVS0s-NFHI26bHQ/s400/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701265410631153186" border="0" /></a>So we’re hanging, eating our Scottish food and getting bugged by the type of people who would hang out at a twenty-four McDonald’s when we notice this guy who has an assortment of different condiments, what appears to be an airline bottle of some strange bright yellow liquor and a spoon laid out very preciously on top of a garbage can. He then came over and asked us for a lighter. After a shrugging “no” he went over to some other people, got a lighter came back to the garbage can, broke the flint and wheel off the lighter, pulled out a tennis ball container sized can of butane from his bag and refilled the lighter.<br />At this point Aaron, Bryan and I have completely stopped what we are doing and are transfixed, mouths agape. He then dips the spoon into what looked like some honey mustard, poured the yellow booze on top of the mustard, grabs the lighter, and sprays the butane all over the mixture. Next he grabs the spoon, stares at for a second as if they were old adversaries that ran into each other at a wild west saloon, sticks the spoon in his mouth, yanks it out and starts dancing like a raver on bad E.<br /><br />There was nothing anything any of us could even say or do except grab another beer and watch him start mashing leftovers into a fry container…<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">—Coyle</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tour To Live!</span>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-36183755155629917892012-01-18T09:14:00.000-08:002012-01-18T09:28:16.371-08:00Europe Week One<span style="font-weight: bold;">Stockholm, Sweden 1/14/12</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrPwm0TKdt-hVtoh4m6ve6l1EEBwkJOppAFuwndUTp_HfA54jgVaTJCbFxN4DCEZxk9UTxk-REAxZYgObW30RbK_ByToVKmZVx4oo2ylKGTTUSNdx3rqAxNBKPKgD4fqDR49qUcu8IqQ/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrPwm0TKdt-hVtoh4m6ve6l1EEBwkJOppAFuwndUTp_HfA54jgVaTJCbFxN4DCEZxk9UTxk-REAxZYgObW30RbK_ByToVKmZVx4oo2ylKGTTUSNdx3rqAxNBKPKgD4fqDR49qUcu8IqQ/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699022403264661106" border="0" /></a>I did a lot of thinking at this show. As I stood in the middle of a crowd made up of 2,000 screaming Swedish fans I thought back to the first show that the boys ever played six years ago on new years eve in David’s basement. I thought about the first tour in a van dubbed “brownstar” that had no seats and a wicked exhaust leak. I thought about me singing songs at shows because the clubs wouldn’t give drink tickets to non-band members. I thought about playing to three people in a bar in Alameda, California that had used sex toys in the vending machine. I thought about all the cat piss drenched couches, concrete floors and sidewalks we’ve slept on. The thousands of hours we’ve spent driving from one side of the U.S. to the other and joking about “when we go to Europe” never actually thinking it would happen. I though about how proud, excited and happy I was of the four boys on stage giving it everything they got and I started to tear up.<br />Then I thought maybe after twenty hours of travel, thirty hours without sleep and a couple beers is not the best time to be thinking about this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0v7gMOWWqhJjZOBCl3hKVlNRcRHCGeKjdUxInWXjO96Mg78QQdqeLynQgL7sE-YT5FO4V_SRT-mH3bZX6CieGnDh5LQBdYm6X4O2AuYnzGEQxTpGfzb-RKF1EtVms9PJUS6Z5a6_3LNw/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0v7gMOWWqhJjZOBCl3hKVlNRcRHCGeKjdUxInWXjO96Mg78QQdqeLynQgL7sE-YT5FO4V_SRT-mH3bZX6CieGnDh5LQBdYm6X4O2AuYnzGEQxTpGfzb-RKF1EtVms9PJUS6Z5a6_3LNw/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699023637910792754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oslo, Norway 1/15/12</span><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzjyO7WhmQluP1igFaJ8RcBT76p30SghcKuRBRa7xfQRwsj-f-RXD7BckIvKeX1ArzLZNg4qbjx6yzt8Eethy7mZsjLktV-n1Nl4qP6gu9lYx9K8KaXOcl7PV0fKOI7k2zlO-irVWEtU/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699022325450380210" border="0" />I tell ya, it going to be tough doing the blog on this tour for two reasons. 1) Who the fuck wants to sit on a computer for hours when you have shit like this to go look at:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVJs8ei4wbsEixfe6eZObocM91Ql44rDgIbGSpzU80NX2iREVsRRAg4cJlLOx3QzygiNrdVD31dSBn1bElKzPR2aFtcrz3Kcnkqk2mSB1tfbhBJK8iYJri2iIbO-f4pTx_CXZhFhNnSN8/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVJs8ei4wbsEixfe6eZObocM91Ql44rDgIbGSpzU80NX2iREVsRRAg4cJlLOx3QzygiNrdVD31dSBn1bElKzPR2aFtcrz3Kcnkqk2mSB1tfbhBJK8iYJri2iIbO-f4pTx_CXZhFhNnSN8/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699022315978889794" border="0" /></a>And 2) The entire base of this blog is me making fun of the environment around me. In the U.S. it’s easy because, well, it’s the U.S., our idea of culture is reality TV shows about obese thirteen-year-old mothers who are proud to be both. Over here, you can’t walk a block without running into something that makes your jaw drop. Even the shitters require some sort of thought:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAX0Vv0zIR41_jZPKncQVKdpNS4-SjK06bf78OL9r94Ub5QP9r-8L_soj1FQ2XFmcMCai8gpPExiaxMCOwBoOakvwQGAKtvo97o5QdCi-AFdPDDMuNQOphpS7NyGlkiVRG_djPR-meEpM/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAX0Vv0zIR41_jZPKncQVKdpNS4-SjK06bf78OL9r94Ub5QP9r-8L_soj1FQ2XFmcMCai8gpPExiaxMCOwBoOakvwQGAKtvo97o5QdCi-AFdPDDMuNQOphpS7NyGlkiVRG_djPR-meEpM/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699022314340484930" border="0" /></a>After a couple hours even my camera was like “Fuck you, this is the old country, I’m only shooting in black and white.”<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbt7po4N3JiN7c83wsl-vud7KGtUOdQET2aTdYTobsk0DfisM-4Ecrl1t57wBITFaTyWwibrT3A2ikNbPWqoiCUbkGqEuOU7pefh4pFdbs3ANfv72eyoM4F_gapAuOXWJzcKjpd2dNdUs/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbt7po4N3JiN7c83wsl-vud7KGtUOdQET2aTdYTobsk0DfisM-4Ecrl1t57wBITFaTyWwibrT3A2ikNbPWqoiCUbkGqEuOU7pefh4pFdbs3ANfv72eyoM4F_gapAuOXWJzcKjpd2dNdUs/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699022309353249074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Copenhagen, Denmark 1/16/12</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94kKq9pVTncf2eBlQyW6dRUCsQn5E2oini0kP4u76WpYVSHXtX85ewpueHXBhZIWVSFeNltV7OV3RLgq2HWjq5ip1ePYTZkg5TVD0yn9KPQL-12cl5pF-STwKnystbAcD8px-HmiBYcE/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94kKq9pVTncf2eBlQyW6dRUCsQn5E2oini0kP4u76WpYVSHXtX85ewpueHXBhZIWVSFeNltV7OV3RLgq2HWjq5ip1ePYTZkg5TVD0yn9KPQL-12cl5pF-STwKnystbAcD8px-HmiBYcE/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699022002123425586" border="0" /></a>If there is one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that some of the worst ideas are also the best ideas. Take for example deciding to wonder the streets of a strange city at three AM after ingesting a few million beers. If we hadn’t done that we wouldn’t have gone to that crazy bar with the girls dancing on the tables. We probably wouldn’t have met the guy with the prison tattoos on his face who got madder and madder about the plot line of the movie Blow. Even though no one was talking about the movie with him. We wouldn’t have got to see the world’s biggest bong:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCX8IGdou-0qvSYQPM9o4Ryk3eCnPJxdpHpUgcIziQnepw2vaA9F-SJvdaTQpr0AYxyPRKVEn-1k4Xqfn-mrs6PDK1T1v_9C8VpcGgvTJWldy3zx2vg9etEZK0W5MqErpucPcD4UFti8U/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCX8IGdou-0qvSYQPM9o4Ryk3eCnPJxdpHpUgcIziQnepw2vaA9F-SJvdaTQpr0AYxyPRKVEn-1k4Xqfn-mrs6PDK1T1v_9C8VpcGgvTJWldy3zx2vg9etEZK0W5MqErpucPcD4UFti8U/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699021987840279746" border="0" /></a>Or seen this awesomely misplaced signage:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwz9MClOpkOpEdMhuskPYu-p9rABQsbgjm0R_0FIVi7jOwknjhudgV_iBIliBJxGImZ9VVLGVlZtRI1r73wZjHUiyWxhkJrPrQkFlwzY53Z_UTLPk3S4b1cbK6qx1LxiJMPhHG8nUykHQ/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwz9MClOpkOpEdMhuskPYu-p9rABQsbgjm0R_0FIVi7jOwknjhudgV_iBIliBJxGImZ9VVLGVlZtRI1r73wZjHUiyWxhkJrPrQkFlwzY53Z_UTLPk3S4b1cbK6qx1LxiJMPhHG8nUykHQ/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699021984353670498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aarhus, Denmark 1/17/12</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi25SG8ws89lKEpA9jtnX0rQ8-G7hr05bCpAm3jRIPF7vdTJJyyLLPoRlZBMwirgxjmL6GZF8kaFmORcCiC-s7udMLwWtlAh88Og0fD9WDWU2XjWLbWB0rVRcTxwHvo0PMq-RVhwxd45bM/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi25SG8ws89lKEpA9jtnX0rQ8-G7hr05bCpAm3jRIPF7vdTJJyyLLPoRlZBMwirgxjmL6GZF8kaFmORcCiC-s7udMLwWtlAh88Og0fD9WDWU2XjWLbWB0rVRcTxwHvo0PMq-RVhwxd45bM/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699021978382094578" border="0" /></a>The flip side to the story above as that I also wouldn’t have woken up feeling like a garbage truck ran me over, backed up, dumped all the trash on to my face, the driver then got out, doused the mound with jet fuel, lit it on fire, ate some asparagus and tried to pee said fire out.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">—Coyle</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tour To Live!</span>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-91487720680930567312011-12-13T13:51:00.002-08:002011-12-14T13:53:01.501-08:00Mastodon Week FiveWhere the hell was I? Oh yeah…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Buffalo, NY 11/26/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH67EjHe6JsIH15fSx5QhKPicxxtFHbUvw9wZuWG-lA0r7KHA8FQaTescJQEDB92XaS3oWzooXumaCeizrzmWCWf4q6euCIXcuygsBAvodhTnzLcD4fyYvK_a1RD5NA26UbCbVTeeyLHg/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH67EjHe6JsIH15fSx5QhKPicxxtFHbUvw9wZuWG-lA0r7KHA8FQaTescJQEDB92XaS3oWzooXumaCeizrzmWCWf4q6euCIXcuygsBAvodhTnzLcD4fyYvK_a1RD5NA26UbCbVTeeyLHg/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686099554169823618" border="0" /></a><br />Okay, so we stopped at Niagara Falls, and it was great and beautiful and all that shit:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYc3sUeLkEJ9jgS34mh2nrSBrL_TAESiNzoKqzUM9Xptk4jfXJXCH2hM4Qz8UlriRAxsD4Scvy32cu8St5XSlcyq-6F-JBh0q0fRquit9D_H_BCFgASkOfJmLuG9A_ewMIwi1_hzV4bkI/s1600/niagra.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYc3sUeLkEJ9jgS34mh2nrSBrL_TAESiNzoKqzUM9Xptk4jfXJXCH2hM4Qz8UlriRAxsD4Scvy32cu8St5XSlcyq-6F-JBh0q0fRquit9D_H_BCFgASkOfJmLuG9A_ewMIwi1_hzV4bkI/s400/niagra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686099973509236514" border="0" /></a>But the best part was the signs that they have all around the park. While we only spotted maybe three that actually told you anything you wanted to know about the waterfall (that fact that 650,000 gallons a second gave over that bad boy was pretty badass) there was a few others that really got us thinking. Here’s a couple favorites.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzqSfIYNK3-YjuvDFrWVrvAnqG4-l5MaZ2i3WY_LyxvN7dqi3MAAQ1Ie9S8BrjcZs3xOmzI1iSNZQoUrx4s3DyEyN2mKnd0lo-TX3ezt-5qoJMVxxtEvOTQYZmFcSa7AbQ1-M2Pbq_Ls/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzqSfIYNK3-YjuvDFrWVrvAnqG4-l5MaZ2i3WY_LyxvN7dqi3MAAQ1Ie9S8BrjcZs3xOmzI1iSNZQoUrx4s3DyEyN2mKnd0lo-TX3ezt-5qoJMVxxtEvOTQYZmFcSa7AbQ1-M2Pbq_Ls/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686099546528277298" border="0" /></a>If you really need this sign to tell you it’s a bad idea to crawl over the fence, well—maybe you should climb over the fence.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjP4dm8yg-uXpUAo1DKRHKni8k8wyMzAJfAyeYWAbsDHMq1v48L0NA8C986IiTkTu-mb4kNBEOX9eYmaRmVGPD_EvXFmIDMFfxeVBewsLJnLdRRfXRVm0GXhRxVjcZL57hGGsmw8e1Ytw/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjP4dm8yg-uXpUAo1DKRHKni8k8wyMzAJfAyeYWAbsDHMq1v48L0NA8C986IiTkTu-mb4kNBEOX9eYmaRmVGPD_EvXFmIDMFfxeVBewsLJnLdRRfXRVm0GXhRxVjcZL57hGGsmw8e1Ytw/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686099542686461650" border="0" /></a>And it turns out, if the sidewalks get wet up there, it makes you dance like an extra in the Thriller video.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Washington DC 11/27/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8VFdaocWjdTTbv1UqCGBODFtrnzsmU3lZJ575w9qjjq2XYRX2NFbmPuImC70v6mpMXiEjMEz9sPfdLhmHrvegUCP-ETZaFYnFc6Uz8AKD_rXf20VvS-4kLM3u72Aikflm1Av2cqBeCto/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8VFdaocWjdTTbv1UqCGBODFtrnzsmU3lZJ575w9qjjq2XYRX2NFbmPuImC70v6mpMXiEjMEz9sPfdLhmHrvegUCP-ETZaFYnFc6Uz8AKD_rXf20VvS-4kLM3u72Aikflm1Av2cqBeCto/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686099285201395026" border="0" /></a>On the way to the show we got stuck in a traffic jam that lasted close to three years. When we finally got moving (at this point we were already an hour late to load in and close to two hours from the club) the lady behind us was nice enough to rear-end us. At the time, I was kinda pissed at the lady, but looking back I feel bad for her. This is how she saw it:<br /><br />She gets out of her car and sees three long haired, bearded dudes running towards her, none of them say a word to her, open the rear of the van, look at what seems to be a bunch of large wood boxes, look at each other, say “Fuck it, let’s roll” get back in the van. The van drives off. She is still standing in front of her car with the bumper pushed in. No one has said a word to her.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Norfolk, VA 11/28/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXM1JiKVjdkiiH5KXmrh70sPdhe-Sah4mvQyCZCS0Ca_ROt9WBouLYzlSi5kopYIcP7fnN6L3Ulb9T7Xr2KpvfhlGbdzn_j3RHMjSRAj7il6Jrb5HfVhZrqFnhJXLmZD492Pv_sIcdLM/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXM1JiKVjdkiiH5KXmrh70sPdhe-Sah4mvQyCZCS0Ca_ROt9WBouLYzlSi5kopYIcP7fnN6L3Ulb9T7Xr2KpvfhlGbdzn_j3RHMjSRAj7il6Jrb5HfVhZrqFnhJXLmZD492Pv_sIcdLM/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686099283282838690" border="0" /></a>Yes, this show happened.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Asheville, NC 11/29/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD0YLgaTzpvU2E5IYXlD4hPUalKpLzqpKcoIKluJXYZt3O_fhg4-OLvUxVDVeC5wUXA3yZ945rx0UGDVo-zcIS_OI48uARi2GMaOeRNoRZT_QsoCwbQuhk00HvJCe9lmKNqzgKLXYJi_I/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD0YLgaTzpvU2E5IYXlD4hPUalKpLzqpKcoIKluJXYZt3O_fhg4-OLvUxVDVeC5wUXA3yZ945rx0UGDVo-zcIS_OI48uARi2GMaOeRNoRZT_QsoCwbQuhk00HvJCe9lmKNqzgKLXYJi_I/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686099280740315714" border="0" /></a>One of the best parts of the road is getting to hang with old friends, and it’s especially awesome when you have friends that are willing to drive a couple hours to do it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoBaousuBY6goJMUcE4EYJoU5onfoLtG4Vxr86ualt6e2EPhrCICMps5x9ZREmTcw6JvKbL6Xqytk3KVP7PYtTIo9ETLksb-ZU-aPt8dwHeZY5ZAI_maoXG4_yNIIrOPHprqZ6LX8mCJE/s1600/dudesinNC.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoBaousuBY6goJMUcE4EYJoU5onfoLtG4Vxr86ualt6e2EPhrCICMps5x9ZREmTcw6JvKbL6Xqytk3KVP7PYtTIo9ETLksb-ZU-aPt8dwHeZY5ZAI_maoXG4_yNIIrOPHprqZ6LX8mCJE/s400/dudesinNC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686101064393322802" border="0" /></a>You know it’s love when you can get all up in the beard:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pxQNiRsrLmHo2kmZGzR0uGLBIJmIrayASEN6XrPp6gjrauWemSEoxIknNGOz7ZZj7xrdsv7ePve13dV74IuhDIETCL7yzXk-CsrBPWGXGoRcdpf2hSFE9-umOKzSJj_PmV7jZy6FuMc/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pxQNiRsrLmHo2kmZGzR0uGLBIJmIrayASEN6XrPp6gjrauWemSEoxIknNGOz7ZZj7xrdsv7ePve13dV74IuhDIETCL7yzXk-CsrBPWGXGoRcdpf2hSFE9-umOKzSJj_PmV7jZy6FuMc/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686099267715682818" border="0" /></a>Thanks for driving down homies! It was great seeing all of you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Charleston, SC 11/30/11</span><br /><br />I have no photos for this night so how about terms we are trying to big back/ work into other peoples vocabularies on this tour? No? Well, too late.<br /><br />Jamin-z Deutsch (e.g. Dude 1:“Should I grab the Ipod?” Dude 2: “Hell yeah, I need to jamin-z Deutsch” or Dude Me: “Hey guys, stop crying. You have ten minutes to get on stage and Jamin-z…” )<br /><br />Weezin’ The Juice (e.g. “What, we’re out of beer already? Who’s been weezin’ the juice?”)<br /><br />Shit In One Hand, Fart In The Other… (e.g. Dude 1: “I would love if we could stop soon I really gotta piss.” Dude 2: “Well—shit in one hand, fart in the other…”)<br /><br />G’day Mate! (e.g. Dude 1 who just woke up in the van: “Where are we?” Dude 2: “ Texas.” Dude 1: “ Oh, well then, G’day mate! Throw another shrimp on the Barbra!”<br /><br />Slappadabass (e.g. Dude 1: “ Hey what does the dude with the long hair, beard and glasses play in Red Fang? Dude 2: “Aaron? He slappadabass.”<br /><br />Stems and Seeds (e.g. Dude1: “How long was that drive?” Dude 2: Ten hours. Harsh toke! Dude1: “You’re telling’ me. Stems and seeds bro…”<br /><br />Now let’s try to put it all together.<br /><br />“Where is the show tonight? The Boston House Of Blues? Well G’day from the Big Easy! We should get in there before the other bands weeze all the juice. Remember the other night when I got done slappadabass and there was no more beer and the promoter was all ‘Shit in one hand, fart in the other?’ Stems and seeds man, stems and seeds.”<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Orlando, FL 12/01/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtGiHcbzrQpY2lOt-LTpxvy0OyAzLAZNMlSmymnoF3fN-w5m2OS1NbEsH4jzRXEVsQcoO0_2lMJEiJOLb1z_ehz8p1WV2-NrlMUe6XTL3Nj4w8F9OawttBEcHepy5SGodFOIpiGZ4mqo/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtGiHcbzrQpY2lOt-LTpxvy0OyAzLAZNMlSmymnoF3fN-w5m2OS1NbEsH4jzRXEVsQcoO0_2lMJEiJOLb1z_ehz8p1WV2-NrlMUe6XTL3Nj4w8F9OawttBEcHepy5SGodFOIpiGZ4mqo/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686099263508959122" border="0" /></a><br />This is what we pulled up to:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNFkQ9iw5PSy-9PHslPdrpaVsoJhae6Y1kFNntKzDroRVXWdH3QvNy-A1a4N6OtufPUze_txEe-O-Ngs12F6EANFQfkiBxRH5lj_jaslYDqEs42dqyMT4wl7qxs0aY1DJDdj_JimnbaU/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNFkQ9iw5PSy-9PHslPdrpaVsoJhae6Y1kFNntKzDroRVXWdH3QvNy-A1a4N6OtufPUze_txEe-O-Ngs12F6EANFQfkiBxRH5lj_jaslYDqEs42dqyMT4wl7qxs0aY1DJDdj_JimnbaU/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686098965380906658" border="0" /></a>First we play with Barney, now with Mickey Mouse? What the shit?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Atlanta, GA 12/02/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMBKFJcNbaedBWipAbolih4T0aiqi3LSm4QsHLZe4vZVbkh1jDz3lgs5YUyHia7wjWmEta_GphmcOpXvY1eczCUgnTrD1z5WFpHE-fWvY201N1IOk-uCnwVJaDNWg_FydtviBoT_zdrKk/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMBKFJcNbaedBWipAbolih4T0aiqi3LSm4QsHLZe4vZVbkh1jDz3lgs5YUyHia7wjWmEta_GphmcOpXvY1eczCUgnTrD1z5WFpHE-fWvY201N1IOk-uCnwVJaDNWg_FydtviBoT_zdrKk/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686098944973823714" border="0" /></a><br />This was the last show of the tour with Mastodon. If you feel a good cry coming on I’ll give you this time to go grab a box of tissues. That’s right, let it all out. I, of course, would never cry myself because I’m a man and if there is one thing I took away away from the ‘80’s it’s real men don’t cry, or eat quiche.<br /><br />That being said the show was a real barn burner as the kids say. In addition to the normal line-up, Tiger Tiger, Monstro, and The Black Lips were on the bill. Yeah, like I said, a real barn burner. So, for the last chunk of the tour, we had been getting up on stage with Mastodon for their last song (Creature Lives), but being it was the last show the Masto-dudes wanted to do it right. They got all the bands cloaks to wear.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQX1_yMTp-jR-GuQuDrjTiwYLpz66qtU2C4FU0ckUKTwMKlmlHYcDapfL58Varb4uXTBQhKzIsQnKoa7NFJSBqAKaOpCKxBkW92nRJh7GpU-ktChk03TCfW5wPkVcWMsKYD6wAUeKr9c/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQX1_yMTp-jR-GuQuDrjTiwYLpz66qtU2C4FU0ckUKTwMKlmlHYcDapfL58Varb4uXTBQhKzIsQnKoa7NFJSBqAKaOpCKxBkW92nRJh7GpU-ktChk03TCfW5wPkVcWMsKYD6wAUeKr9c/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686098943407580674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5wXpZy0FVaebyUYvnzp7e2ZHZA23Zh8kYY2WT5E7kJCazw7V9eOeeXFfE9Rh-vzx6JlR0iXdaxCyrSdNRUrOxJNnzCFSU7vkw5rVSrSXyNIwKKDB9i29XDyE2IdbUam2FWpUNPIXvKs/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5wXpZy0FVaebyUYvnzp7e2ZHZA23Zh8kYY2WT5E7kJCazw7V9eOeeXFfE9Rh-vzx6JlR0iXdaxCyrSdNRUrOxJNnzCFSU7vkw5rVSrSXyNIwKKDB9i29XDyE2IdbUam2FWpUNPIXvKs/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686098939464325842" border="0" /></a>Everyone came out to sing in cloaks as 3,000 balloons dropped from the ceiling. It was an amazing sight. All these people we have come to consider family, arm in arm singing, huggin…<br />What?!<br />I am not crying!<br /><br />It’s my allergies.<br /><br />I’m allergic to my feelings.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baton Rouge, LA 12/3/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjujs8v04-YFO32faf5V6Ce5cRiYdtM-crNTOulKLhJc6Npdx652H0G7OCTz__xDiGKkiA0Cb6VNM7zeRDgouSlW_J2jkVDDBO8BFDc8AyYw_OB8-2ZfpGUtZz91laRJFxmVR-X_axCD-E/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjujs8v04-YFO32faf5V6Ce5cRiYdtM-crNTOulKLhJc6Npdx652H0G7OCTz__xDiGKkiA0Cb6VNM7zeRDgouSlW_J2jkVDDBO8BFDc8AyYw_OB8-2ZfpGUtZz91laRJFxmVR-X_axCD-E/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686098934124209954" border="0" /></a>If there is one thing I will never forget about this show it would be the conversation with a guy at the merch booth that all the sudden took a right turn at the Whatthefuckville exit. We’re just chatting, the normal “Do you guys really drink all that beer in the Pre-Dog video” convo that goes down and out of nowhere he just drops “I was on the run from the law for about two years. You know Crime Stoppers and shit…”<br /><br />The part that struck me as strange was not that he was on the run, I mean, to each his own, do what you gotta do. But the way he delivered the Crime Stoppers line seemed to say. “You know, you’ve been there. We all have.” Am I missing something? Is being on Crime Stoppers in vouge now? Should we flush the band idea and turn into a group of traveling criminals, driving around the countryside, pilfering unsuspecting people of their beer and cheap smokes? We could call ourselves the Fangalareos or the Bloody Tooth Gang (not because for the Red Fang pun, but due to all of our rabid gingivitis).<br /><br />Yeah, I like this. First thing’s first, we’re gonna need some zoot suits…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">—Coyle</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tour To Live! </span>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-43305333830028981652011-12-13T13:32:00.000-08:002011-12-13T13:47:51.308-08:00Mastodon Week FourOkay, we gotta lot of ground to cover, so let’s get to it:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Indianapolis, IN. 11/17/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9EpAQFQlaqf69dHRJ-ojamW4MZJJSkmpUkvLdvZ5RmfI1ltMFXtfBrl6fXkY_SKngYcA0OTUpi4rN2AeADDAyuzNjxSO2ZRo0J5f6Y_tcYA8KbGouti6VIBdfX6A91IQD3JBgCWmAnKU/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9EpAQFQlaqf69dHRJ-ojamW4MZJJSkmpUkvLdvZ5RmfI1ltMFXtfBrl6fXkY_SKngYcA0OTUpi4rN2AeADDAyuzNjxSO2ZRo0J5f6Y_tcYA8KbGouti6VIBdfX6A91IQD3JBgCWmAnKU/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685730512492761074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQtp8ERWgaQY_sFA5FemJ6X-IKab5AFhzQHkRhoYE1OhE1bUlvKULhTj2ibtjeAlRaaKgn6XET-hhnNFy_S-DU38mchoeMrBBcHBVSMaA8I_oZ-kaSHLUoBnzv7GLr33647BwMvmymRIk/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQtp8ERWgaQY_sFA5FemJ6X-IKab5AFhzQHkRhoYE1OhE1bUlvKULhTj2ibtjeAlRaaKgn6XET-hhnNFy_S-DU38mchoeMrBBcHBVSMaA8I_oZ-kaSHLUoBnzv7GLr33647BwMvmymRIk/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685730496074341010" border="0" /></a><br />Yeah, this really happened. Barney the fucking purple dinosaur was doing a show in the same building. I know what your thinking, and the answer is yes, he does have really good weed. (Just kidding Barney’s lawyers, I have no idea what his weed is like.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pittsburgh, PA 11/18/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqsRZkaEn1l5UugZ9w-EmQiLmInaDoil0D3dQY7TpGfx9YPbO8ArNy-Por7szVHprs7aq0UQzPBth7jqaD2mpiCHE_cymYCqdPvPVyO-Kgi__OTJCVI3qsLuo1aK0mFqKxIgjWUeqZOE/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqsRZkaEn1l5UugZ9w-EmQiLmInaDoil0D3dQY7TpGfx9YPbO8ArNy-Por7szVHprs7aq0UQzPBth7jqaD2mpiCHE_cymYCqdPvPVyO-Kgi__OTJCVI3qsLuo1aK0mFqKxIgjWUeqZOE/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685730488882458962" border="0" /></a><br />There was a time when I’d take notes about what happened in every city so I could remember any funny shit that went down. This was not one of those times.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">New York, NY 11/19/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9kRgutNrk0afvH-KV_e1bjsIdpe2hUQF6fw2XCmPI2FQP3FQ9AoN7awuxqV8rZGssas3033bLGeJq-1JRxpFlOOHizD6OJ4qTC0aKslcm2ymfoPr8ogyFyO-csxJbr4UNdxVsa6u0iM/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9kRgutNrk0afvH-KV_e1bjsIdpe2hUQF6fw2XCmPI2FQP3FQ9AoN7awuxqV8rZGssas3033bLGeJq-1JRxpFlOOHizD6OJ4qTC0aKslcm2ymfoPr8ogyFyO-csxJbr4UNdxVsa6u0iM/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685730320232341298" border="0" /></a>1,800 people in the door before the boys went on. 1,800! Now, I’m no mathamagician but that’s almost a million.<br />Aaron got so excited that his pants broke out in a thick brown sweat:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKgN5vjmu6MM-DddVqcIUayfJ7CJ_DuU14PPdffG_hj5gLmwFQM4K05B4ELyNQQccz88E3Zy17g71-qtRBZssurFrugiREKA3g-cOJ3ESp_5WFmWpnUBfKfxDp4biygF_ZtLevAs8Rw0/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKgN5vjmu6MM-DddVqcIUayfJ7CJ_DuU14PPdffG_hj5gLmwFQM4K05B4ELyNQQccz88E3Zy17g71-qtRBZssurFrugiREKA3g-cOJ3ESp_5WFmWpnUBfKfxDp4biygF_ZtLevAs8Rw0/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685730313154467282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Philadelphia, PA 11/20/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilX06RuHEcjW7S88WMRSWoe94L126VFhSnawxEknZxwhSctUvHZO_1kD2l-KftasNWwQiL7jYbinFYshJMj5JfmW-tZM7S-dFvavkZrVjbqJ-iG4qBpFUWi_ZKTkRBuy7qODiryc_weCo/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilX06RuHEcjW7S88WMRSWoe94L126VFhSnawxEknZxwhSctUvHZO_1kD2l-KftasNWwQiL7jYbinFYshJMj5JfmW-tZM7S-dFvavkZrVjbqJ-iG4qBpFUWi_ZKTkRBuy7qODiryc_weCo/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685730306279461314" border="0" /></a><br />This is our old friend Paula:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjecRT6M7cedg5CwZt5t_HR8slaWn2J5aA51oaVrb7YG3400WoRKME_G4wxGBA6qvA1XXxeUzaSb45QVUBvDXAEUwsmkHMLRGjl_JG_Nb28LJmyjF0FIiKL7nMvcEyvK6CvwiVHSE5S3Ew/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjecRT6M7cedg5CwZt5t_HR8slaWn2J5aA51oaVrb7YG3400WoRKME_G4wxGBA6qvA1XXxeUzaSb45QVUBvDXAEUwsmkHMLRGjl_JG_Nb28LJmyjF0FIiKL7nMvcEyvK6CvwiVHSE5S3Ew/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685730296679089746" border="0" /></a><br />She’s a total badass. She’s played bass in Whipped, Tourette’s Lautrec and a bunch of other bitchin’ bands, she’s one of the founding members of Camp Fantasy, a world traveler, has beat the big C and is now a lawyer. She took us out for an amazing dinner. We insisted on paying ourselves but she wouldn’t hear of it—so we ordered another round of drinks.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Boston, MA 11/21/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimIJptU0dF0WVNAkzMYnxEkVza2w9UrtW-cSxWmPxvwLQFFvehKrExd9rvcywa2mc08DOWxKlWeMjbNaaosFzDgX70QCQ0-xi6QjrE11UKO0P19QERSGPXVK-DQ6G34jY3WDL-eT1Xkww/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimIJptU0dF0WVNAkzMYnxEkVza2w9UrtW-cSxWmPxvwLQFFvehKrExd9rvcywa2mc08DOWxKlWeMjbNaaosFzDgX70QCQ0-xi6QjrE11UKO0P19QERSGPXVK-DQ6G34jY3WDL-eT1Xkww/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685730290107889714" border="0" /></a>So after the show we get a hotel outside of town and I notice a CVS across the street. This is great news because my dogs have been barking for the last couple days, that is to say, my feet were killing me. That and there was a couple nose hairs that were making it look like a tarantula was hanging half out my face. So I tell everyone the plan and make for the door, at which point the orders start flying. Hot Pockets for Aaron, microwave burrito for John… This is all fine until I realize that there is a seven-foot high fence dividing six lanes of traffic between me and the goods.<br /><br />Not to be discouraged I summon all the shit I learned from watching the Rambo series over and over again and scale that bad boy, surprisingly with the crotch of my Levi’s still in tact.<br /><br />Once inside the store it’s a blood bath, I’m buying junk food I have never heard of just because it’s there. I end up with almost fifty dollars worth of crap. Now it’s time to figure out how to get it back over the fence. I tie the bags to the fence and try to get a running start at it but a bunch of cars come. So now I’m stuck just staring across three lanes of traffic at all the snacks, hoping that a cop doesn’t drive by and see me staring at a bunch of plastic bags on a fence. My homeless look is already to the point where I have been given change on street corners before, so this could be drunk tank time.<br /><br />I finally make it over and back to the room, come busting in the door, ready for my hero’s welcome, and everyone was asleep.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Burlington, VT 11/22/11</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyCt0em7lX9cIucfiBRkfIXaSFPIXaY0nA2BNDjz5QHdx4pRGM2PpgwfsB8u20BZBu6y2CGkDiqd6Gdypp3ya7ZZ0ADK_bIaYExkpmVGnopT1J7vPkBknf5pIUXORh9mYD0Q06MbLu_7A/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyCt0em7lX9cIucfiBRkfIXaSFPIXaY0nA2BNDjz5QHdx4pRGM2PpgwfsB8u20BZBu6y2CGkDiqd6Gdypp3ya7ZZ0ADK_bIaYExkpmVGnopT1J7vPkBknf5pIUXORh9mYD0Q06MbLu_7A/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685729908915566530" border="0" /></a><br />Let it be known that the staff at Higher Ground rule. If you ever make it in there, tell ‘em we sent you and you want a hit man. (We are not responsible for any DUIs or dry cleaning bills after said drink).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Montreal, QUE 11/23/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08xdahInFPNDxSa4U9BD1d0fMwjDX5Nvru7cZ1AWjY42hTbYojmM8Q4y0cmb3SvyNMAmygqI9JlQ31VVfKrmg8JL1YwkEI46lEcPQDmqWYYfjq_AKRWIW1X5VHK9XlBWXNsj8fzkxGnA/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08xdahInFPNDxSa4U9BD1d0fMwjDX5Nvru7cZ1AWjY42hTbYojmM8Q4y0cmb3SvyNMAmygqI9JlQ31VVfKrmg8JL1YwkEI46lEcPQDmqWYYfjq_AKRWIW1X5VHK9XlBWXNsj8fzkxGnA/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685729906493362658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAekb_rXP_ZjCFYGFf7ujyhRuBExHSO8-GPnRP0AKYm7tvFyrte1dzbxwvfiUdRvqr48jBjzsPNQ6pwDJ5otqx1g7bwuL8VSnmbzt9AGYqiVJQZGUc87Q-8KpA37mrg2OQH6qG8YmK2RA/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAekb_rXP_ZjCFYGFf7ujyhRuBExHSO8-GPnRP0AKYm7tvFyrte1dzbxwvfiUdRvqr48jBjzsPNQ6pwDJ5otqx1g7bwuL8VSnmbzt9AGYqiVJQZGUc87Q-8KpA37mrg2OQH6qG8YmK2RA/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685729902979113106" border="0" /></a>The hotel we stayed in advertised a bar, which it did have, kinda. There was a physical bar, but that’s about where it ended. There was a locked beer cooler, where certain beers we not beer:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkY8XJK0VBjcV19p4a0Q5qiyFaQ3FvX0ZA6TnkQbPJMzbjVQkVoZTI4GHa9oPPbIEHfnwiOyBB23e5KIBigDzxpPhe-F9jyxE2T_KOVNB_FEtsfcutKswzXhhwjUFtoHLeDsZomiZoE8k/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkY8XJK0VBjcV19p4a0Q5qiyFaQ3FvX0ZA6TnkQbPJMzbjVQkVoZTI4GHa9oPPbIEHfnwiOyBB23e5KIBigDzxpPhe-F9jyxE2T_KOVNB_FEtsfcutKswzXhhwjUFtoHLeDsZomiZoE8k/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685729891017423922" border="0" /></a><br />And a flat screen fireplace:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4lCFEFwJ6eXC7WFXfWSgKFR7fyhZmUeQdS2y4dbW5OzRQh6AVapEcwmsEAI07TpZPyyO8LUxh2495NEMiRUV3Q9TGkH-cH8oSrn07rfr-fg0os1BrDRJOBdqFWaDP61DCN_fKp2QE48/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4lCFEFwJ6eXC7WFXfWSgKFR7fyhZmUeQdS2y4dbW5OzRQh6AVapEcwmsEAI07TpZPyyO8LUxh2495NEMiRUV3Q9TGkH-cH8oSrn07rfr-fg0os1BrDRJOBdqFWaDP61DCN_fKp2QE48/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685729887551812098" border="0" /></a><br />Which is pretty fancy—but not what we were banking on. Don’t get me wrong we still drank there…<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ottawa, ON 11/24/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANXpTiVfLCMrfFa87QnM9Jv9jMWeAqsH4Odeu5HhIrsyC-M6SsNDV8l85b1ugR2ZRHZPpNdAaISHE8Ns7gEKM3C8CExSDsu3BiYLDW610tuKbM4PQnE_KCzU3w3MtScvHS7PH9QeBKdw/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANXpTiVfLCMrfFa87QnM9Jv9jMWeAqsH4Odeu5HhIrsyC-M6SsNDV8l85b1ugR2ZRHZPpNdAaISHE8Ns7gEKM3C8CExSDsu3BiYLDW610tuKbM4PQnE_KCzU3w3MtScvHS7PH9QeBKdw/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685729436280772322" border="0" /></a><br />I had this whole thing about Thanksgiving in Canada planned out, but those last two took a lot out of me, so, yeah.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Toronto, ON 11/25/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3kHu9SpI09VOH1lKPAEiEacLLE8tmx7VvbWzjM_UzHOe4kPGBG02Uetcf62MdfnCpfxkDhWebzHE0uW3ZJvt3TnVr663u8jCRJhw3Yo5zOmuGoPGfFsDPpoW7PyaJqE_Q3imPZTDPD4/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3kHu9SpI09VOH1lKPAEiEacLLE8tmx7VvbWzjM_UzHOe4kPGBG02Uetcf62MdfnCpfxkDhWebzHE0uW3ZJvt3TnVr663u8jCRJhw3Yo5zOmuGoPGfFsDPpoW7PyaJqE_Q3imPZTDPD4/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685729433166473938" border="0" /></a><br />Since the last “on the road how to” went over so well with one whole response I figured I’d keep it going with a little something we call “Bag ‘O Salad.”<br /><br />Step one: Throw some salad in a bag.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPMauMQL_2pCEAM3t_bkjIKNfTPtJslPPI3Dckexq3SoYS6pSAIr5u9ghylDx44MzViPJYKuJxLrQjrylBMFWrWlxdIKrm7QHQd51fNIna-WReFnNV3Rk_Tqk44IID8RmJ0evRyCHo3I/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPMauMQL_2pCEAM3t_bkjIKNfTPtJslPPI3Dckexq3SoYS6pSAIr5u9ghylDx44MzViPJYKuJxLrQjrylBMFWrWlxdIKrm7QHQd51fNIna-WReFnNV3Rk_Tqk44IID8RmJ0evRyCHo3I/s400/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685729430601376290" border="0" /></a><br />Step two: Add Dressing<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0pCxdeuzjZgDS0RuRd3GZcpbCNG874829H3k2MDkIjXs-TkoiOPQcEn5tO6Uy0WwHNQrLGinfGgKpyVVKIU5Zajnj0ZLjcJaj-3QBr2yr_7rAc90-KH9kJD2GGvxwhdk_qtnm5dgJw4/s1600/17.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0pCxdeuzjZgDS0RuRd3GZcpbCNG874829H3k2MDkIjXs-TkoiOPQcEn5tO6Uy0WwHNQrLGinfGgKpyVVKIU5Zajnj0ZLjcJaj-3QBr2yr_7rAc90-KH9kJD2GGvxwhdk_qtnm5dgJw4/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685729418433546114" border="0" /></a><br />Step three: Shake.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSfa8qiNuvBa6TTWO_5WT5i8-nboM0fhCjxKhjgc-ZIuk3D9d6WbyTp9HlJ0q9M4C1UeIBMLbJrsbsijvCZ2ocY65y5YOW77gNn2aBS6MSRem-nOP-ZyiJp9IDkPffM0imho7LCKHSF8I/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSfa8qiNuvBa6TTWO_5WT5i8-nboM0fhCjxKhjgc-ZIuk3D9d6WbyTp9HlJ0q9M4C1UeIBMLbJrsbsijvCZ2ocY65y5YOW77gNn2aBS6MSRem-nOP-ZyiJp9IDkPffM0imho7LCKHSF8I/s400/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685729413644612338" border="0" /></a>Step four: Dig in. If you want to get all fancy you can pour it on to a plate and use a fork, but we keep it real.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">—Coyle</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tour To Live!</span>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-26932848832265935342011-12-12T18:38:00.001-08:002011-12-12T18:47:05.011-08:00Mastodon Week Three<span style="font-weight: bold;">Chicago, IL. 11/11/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeQRAzkl1XpMHUlxbgpfGjt4tMFE9PmZIUnSeFdEFFZsRxL1tVeEOyeLYQ9p8Hwa4JS94OfPh0NSzCrrM9G4fj8agYQurzDhSt5aYoqFUYKSyrXQnUPcIlKqc0G7H2MYkDX-8mEZz8-NY/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeQRAzkl1XpMHUlxbgpfGjt4tMFE9PmZIUnSeFdEFFZsRxL1tVeEOyeLYQ9p8Hwa4JS94OfPh0NSzCrrM9G4fj8agYQurzDhSt5aYoqFUYKSyrXQnUPcIlKqc0G7H2MYkDX-8mEZz8-NY/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685437483242607810" border="0" /></a>What the hell did happen in Chicago? It must have been a good one because I have no photos or memory of anything.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Milwaukee, WI. 11/12/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJoRV4ZS3-XtAMW25VS-4FcjSJRfV2xrio2pRR0a0IP_z-IuwqgKWA_pIUuVbMKcvVjzN1UO2c_vZ35W94lra2-JPLD1MhTV8ryqaRvR15WOeytJfbgxm3FJm71jzXtC3gCj9jbnAeBE/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJoRV4ZS3-XtAMW25VS-4FcjSJRfV2xrio2pRR0a0IP_z-IuwqgKWA_pIUuVbMKcvVjzN1UO2c_vZ35W94lra2-JPLD1MhTV8ryqaRvR15WOeytJfbgxm3FJm71jzXtC3gCj9jbnAeBE/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685437463298097986" border="0" /></a><br />What in Paul’s bunion did John do to make the photo look like this? Does he have a “Gary Busey’s brain” setting on that thing or what? Wait! We were trying to figure out why our green room looked as if Keith Richards’ interior decorator got hold of some bad E:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmq49NCfEIx9sywKs6NRn01TZUsIV7iilZ4JiRS0Q9BCM0r8rxwk7GdYIR3cBlV1ARYiruRylawnwN6b3bAnlr74_g-oofIbqxxSHhfq3PyYQB32hLKmeYKDzmXBMcuQ7Sw8tnFpvHjk/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmq49NCfEIx9sywKs6NRn01TZUsIV7iilZ4JiRS0Q9BCM0r8rxwk7GdYIR3cBlV1ARYiruRylawnwN6b3bAnlr74_g-oofIbqxxSHhfq3PyYQB32hLKmeYKDzmXBMcuQ7Sw8tnFpvHjk/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685437461866376978" border="0" /></a>Maybe the entire club was cloaked in Timothy Leary’s ghost.<br />On mushrooms.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sauget,IL. 11/13/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1DoygFvKMv0N5c2dC_H6XNvjBwgidxWUb0sd2ENonctZcyCzjl4EXBMUeBwJPRIEQT8jCFLR94bR_LXI7Y2wACQsxCPPkHMr3qhSt6ver4roBLxgwvNi8YEmX2xufnvGGBBq2YD7Zj8/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1DoygFvKMv0N5c2dC_H6XNvjBwgidxWUb0sd2ENonctZcyCzjl4EXBMUeBwJPRIEQT8jCFLR94bR_LXI7Y2wACQsxCPPkHMr3qhSt6ver4roBLxgwvNi8YEmX2xufnvGGBBq2YD7Zj8/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685437453283954738" border="0" /></a><br />I wish that we were a crappy art rock band so that I could just put up this photo I took of the power plant behind the club and write a poem about the bands dark brooding feelings.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSNnrBQgrV6HtMaYnQjAfzewFusguSwIhsR1rsItJ7l0fIHl2KxwtuRjxDp-VgHujIURo_QjOtSuhNo4NgJLjAa5H5TDkt9APrwkpW60rwf27n2Pw1YNw14Xwzad_r43vIJDtE3EBFec/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSNnrBQgrV6HtMaYnQjAfzewFusguSwIhsR1rsItJ7l0fIHl2KxwtuRjxDp-VgHujIURo_QjOtSuhNo4NgJLjAa5H5TDkt9APrwkpW60rwf27n2Pw1YNw14Xwzad_r43vIJDtE3EBFec/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685437448079352962" border="0" /></a><br />All the while twirling the end of my scarf with my fingerless glove clad, imported cigarette-clutching fingers. You would be able to feel the angst we harbored towards our parents for not getting us leather seats in the Lexus we got for high school graduation in every line. It would be deep!<br /><br />But on the high side instead of a bunch of kids worrying about if their hair is sitting across their face just right, I get this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7drOC1Vw09aNkaE-QNoT7M1Ca5TtV9KkySUsVXdpozhHm_tx6ZgtljtlvW0us1Qk4mXevT4h758W5L9Ghah47Tpw_JGFD2wa5TrhtXxSR_tvyX2QGBHimiWRDcEbD_2keSRb78TRUxYc/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7drOC1Vw09aNkaE-QNoT7M1Ca5TtV9KkySUsVXdpozhHm_tx6ZgtljtlvW0us1Qk4mXevT4h758W5L9Ghah47Tpw_JGFD2wa5TrhtXxSR_tvyX2QGBHimiWRDcEbD_2keSRb78TRUxYc/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685437017263954162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kansas City 11/14/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ij56Fa1xU5MDlhAuv_9i3fYxuCWzdAjXu0hr1YjvzvKBtfiNQlNCziD5B3u9fgprTds7bMjXqf-8W5N5eaE-TSAdIfE5skkMrIpVsipeTzoAK05RYxB4qeEy-1q8ikO7T5_cmSk7otA/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ij56Fa1xU5MDlhAuv_9i3fYxuCWzdAjXu0hr1YjvzvKBtfiNQlNCziD5B3u9fgprTds7bMjXqf-8W5N5eaE-TSAdIfE5skkMrIpVsipeTzoAK05RYxB4qeEy-1q8ikO7T5_cmSk7otA/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685437015976942338" border="0" /></a><br />Sometimes on the road you miss the little things. I mean sure, you could spend your whole time out living like a brute. But there are times when you want to class it up a little, you know, live on the nice side of the tracks, if only for a second—times when you want a little refinement. Here’s how we do it;<br /><br />1st) Throw your finest bottle of Jåger on handful of ice cubes taking that bad boy from “next to the van floor heater vent” hot to a tasty “tepid.”<br /><br />2nd) Clean the fingernail scrapings and burrito clingin’s off your pocketknife.<br /><br />3rd) Pour out a bottled water (never drink it, only poor people get dehydrated) and get a paper plate.<br /><br />4th) Using your knife, cut a water bottle in half and put two wholes in the plate big enough to hold the plastic goblets.<br /><br />5th) After placing the goblets into the plate, fill your chalices with some vintage ‘Meister. It should now look something like this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvDenCufskfL8pEg8ecvVh8b6pRxQ7rtdDHINMG_a-U90ngmqrcxc9LvKwBOwvc6xhh_2uQW4fm6MDps0UrS3Im0w4cjOjLxMZRgNaksvLlVC3K95sWfDDUHGAzXbs5BiqUwGeEVKfZU/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvDenCufskfL8pEg8ecvVh8b6pRxQ7rtdDHINMG_a-U90ngmqrcxc9LvKwBOwvc6xhh_2uQW4fm6MDps0UrS3Im0w4cjOjLxMZRgNaksvLlVC3K95sWfDDUHGAzXbs5BiqUwGeEVKfZU/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685437002510853090" border="0" /></a><br />All that’s left to do is take off your top hat, find your closest chum and get classy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Detroit 11/15/11</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-KgxPCy-H1BY2XaPVsTenT13eypXdofirBnyhkG6W-66Eg5OZSeRQRZYxvOt47vScWVV14PuefsryXw9nudx2coKRUQZaOjxlfneCcPp581_4yfhpa5KdL9O5rsfaswfFFMJubUnuldY/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-KgxPCy-H1BY2XaPVsTenT13eypXdofirBnyhkG6W-66Eg5OZSeRQRZYxvOt47vScWVV14PuefsryXw9nudx2coKRUQZaOjxlfneCcPp581_4yfhpa5KdL9O5rsfaswfFFMJubUnuldY/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685436995831884386" border="0" /></a>Our long time friend Michael Illick happened to be in Detroit while we were there and even though he couldn’t make the show he took the time to come back and do an amazing portrait of John on one of his drumheads.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnFkJDTgUhwm6wtY8rq2beo-qnCsPuzfZRJfqQngjEW-OYEUSz2_h9JwmHpGCkAEtgDk_8YkkbVsOEPSIm0LHRGd9lL7UqAgLdbqhn0EWRPyDp9ofSINhx0CPw31XoB8-xugbPtT6tlZA/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnFkJDTgUhwm6wtY8rq2beo-qnCsPuzfZRJfqQngjEW-OYEUSz2_h9JwmHpGCkAEtgDk_8YkkbVsOEPSIm0LHRGd9lL7UqAgLdbqhn0EWRPyDp9ofSINhx0CPw31XoB8-xugbPtT6tlZA/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685436994385500850" border="0" /></a>I know, right? It’s like an HD photo of him! Never has anyone, with just a Sharpie and a blank canvas laid down such a perfect likeness of another human. You know what it’s like? It’s kinda like that shroud they wrapped Jebus in and his face got burned into it. If he had a real crappy mustache.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">—Coyle</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tour To Live!</span>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-66663715508907609302011-12-12T18:14:00.000-08:002011-12-12T18:28:43.108-08:00Mastodon Week TwoWell John lost his camera again, big surprise. So most of the photos in this edition of the blog are what I could piece together from our phones.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11/5/11 Portland. OR.</span><br /><br />One thing I have never understood is the lack of women at Red Fang shows. Think about it, there is never a line for the women’s room, you know that there is always going to be a surplus of t-shirts in your size and there is a ton of single men. Sure the majority of them look like this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_U1vmf3YVcQSZ3VOPP1FV24HIJqB4wnmzwdnuzGTg6sFWnqVoIUxgL0dt4TBbDfpc_oPOx8mA7t-blabSFbfBKxvVJQQaeI8rgPl2bgw3WvL4SXaxTujFFHZg0Qw_tO4vfRkxnNGzD3U/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_U1vmf3YVcQSZ3VOPP1FV24HIJqB4wnmzwdnuzGTg6sFWnqVoIUxgL0dt4TBbDfpc_oPOx8mA7t-blabSFbfBKxvVJQQaeI8rgPl2bgw3WvL4SXaxTujFFHZg0Qw_tO4vfRkxnNGzD3U/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685432182620870386" border="0" /></a><br />But hey, at least you know they have a lock on all the good spots to eat in town. For that matter you’d think there would be more Bears at the shows, hmm…<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11/6/11 Seattle, WA.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_U1vmf3YVcQSZ3VOPP1FV24HIJqB4wnmzwdnuzGTg6sFWnqVoIUxgL0dt4TBbDfpc_oPOx8mA7t-blabSFbfBKxvVJQQaeI8rgPl2bgw3WvL4SXaxTujFFHZg0Qw_tO4vfRkxnNGzD3U/s1600/1.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFwUqKIpxA35rPf-LxeaZWEUj7dnIEs7Y9ZAJMrEdL28jYnkDkj1nSQtUn9VL5R4UIh-hnvBZRJTDEsHzWhlv7WL6OExk1fchDDC7pvdJYJ6-0QJqGFspToWXO4zjdIheCP0LCoyDq4Qc/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFwUqKIpxA35rPf-LxeaZWEUj7dnIEs7Y9ZAJMrEdL28jYnkDkj1nSQtUn9VL5R4UIh-hnvBZRJTDEsHzWhlv7WL6OExk1fchDDC7pvdJYJ6-0QJqGFspToWXO4zjdIheCP0LCoyDq4Qc/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685432172482129634" border="0" /></a>You know, now that I’m thinking about it maybe we should turn all the shows into singles mixers. It could be a speed dating type thing, but instead of sitting down at a table and talking for two minutes you have to do the old yell in each other’s ears trick and switch at the end of every song. Then if you like the person you say “Hold my jacket, I’m going in the pit!” and if they like you back they’ll do it.<br /><br />Because everyone knows that’s the sign of true love.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11/7/11 Boise, ID.</span><br /><br />Most people at our shows see the boys on stage playing their gem encrusted instruments and ruby laden clothes and think “Wow! Those guys must each have there own solid gold tour bus!” But actually we are still in a van, without a trailer. Trying to cram all the gear plus merch and five dudes makes for some tight squeezin’, so we have become pros at packing light. That being said I thought I could share Red Fang’s guide to packing for a tour with you:<br /><br />T shirts= Number of weeks on tour plus one (Just in case)<br />One hoodie<br />Two Pairs of pants (The second pair is just in case you rip the crotch out of the first pair, a lesson learned the hard way)<br />Warm Jacket<br />Swim trunks (These are multi-purpose PJ’s/swimming/ and underwear in a pinch)<br />Toothbrush (this is just for show)<br />Computer (for writing blogs that no one will read)<br />Camera (see above)<br />Gold Bond powder (shower in a bottle)<br />The rest of your bag should be stuffed with as many pairs of socks as you can fit.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1/8/11 Salt Lake City, UT.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJK1Ycat6bHT_Y-jkZNLFUJah9ohT2tdDY2gjMXpF5GYWu2ApTK7Kr0LhiEJkYQbKmznxidtD1BsjjsfvqyR4h6lYS2GxbD1yFYJ-20kOND3C64u2nlNXs5yl_qfFLxf5AWhidpd_Cqc/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJK1Ycat6bHT_Y-jkZNLFUJah9ohT2tdDY2gjMXpF5GYWu2ApTK7Kr0LhiEJkYQbKmznxidtD1BsjjsfvqyR4h6lYS2GxbD1yFYJ-20kOND3C64u2nlNXs5yl_qfFLxf5AWhidpd_Cqc/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685432169933226274" border="0" /></a><br />We played at The Depot in Salt Lake, for those of you that don’t know The Depot was once a old train station. This makes for an awesome building but getting to the “backstage” area like a scene out of Spinal Tap. Mostly because it was nowhere near the stage and took a secret elevator code ala Get Smart to make it down there. Once you were downstairs you had to follow a series of arrows and instructions through a subterranean labyrinth ‘til you found the room with your name on it:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJezWPNUzT0n8IKTFk8uFtMIY2RSgOYMxONk3nZdcHQI6c60kD1audxXNwvN-7SrzWO5DF-JXDSzzpMMeh0a_N-9F-KdDNNy7ym_5bWRnIWS20cpwero-hDnwHlNWt3A6FIx7jgO4fxgo/s1600/4.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJezWPNUzT0n8IKTFk8uFtMIY2RSgOYMxONk3nZdcHQI6c60kD1audxXNwvN-7SrzWO5DF-JXDSzzpMMeh0a_N-9F-KdDNNy7ym_5bWRnIWS20cpwero-hDnwHlNWt3A6FIx7jgO4fxgo/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685432168632867794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">11/9/11 Denver, CO.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHNjY7G7_5CHOUDfyCK6HSsZHNX4_YGBgSMMvFEiv07UTSWxsi-MzcE2-dKbQqY6kdCRZx3YAUEtec-lIWGuARvNHWW10IjpvOQJ5leOIP5B9o5EUuhLuSeEhjB_G6YqZcYS0emsJtBU/s1600/5.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHNjY7G7_5CHOUDfyCK6HSsZHNX4_YGBgSMMvFEiv07UTSWxsi-MzcE2-dKbQqY6kdCRZx3YAUEtec-lIWGuARvNHWW10IjpvOQJ5leOIP5B9o5EUuhLuSeEhjB_G6YqZcYS0emsJtBU/s400/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685431191878095938" border="0" /></a>Oh Denver, we love you so much. From your awesome bartenders who are not afraid to zest up your drinks with flaming umbrellas:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5a3WfhDtBtri6llkiA9_G5ZEnLkGT7g9mBvDjUR3tIfNVFmWBxTT08sKTIYowj3xrIckCCjVzY7MD16Qi6pfq58fgvwUwJZqWcVi2vgvaq4koyVmT3RnIRWn44q8VlKJNIw9zHdqQzC4/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5a3WfhDtBtri6llkiA9_G5ZEnLkGT7g9mBvDjUR3tIfNVFmWBxTT08sKTIYowj3xrIckCCjVzY7MD16Qi6pfq58fgvwUwJZqWcVi2vgvaq4koyVmT3RnIRWn44q8VlKJNIw9zHdqQzC4/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685431180725270498" border="0" /></a>To Aaron’s folks who, even though they were out of town, still took the time to make sure we knew how to toast the bagels they had left for us:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmcRPRxXbxTUZGTHvow-o5ALtHW7v-M1b4gLuBTob9XWNbHxJ69BVFgsYTmb8fm7UIz8bYG6YcBqWMoMreh9WRO3JpqdYq-UHF0QrQXV6OyZmXILhrXUlmeTsk0crH3GVVFHe8TpaPkUU/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmcRPRxXbxTUZGTHvow-o5ALtHW7v-M1b4gLuBTob9XWNbHxJ69BVFgsYTmb8fm7UIz8bYG6YcBqWMoMreh9WRO3JpqdYq-UHF0QrQXV6OyZmXILhrXUlmeTsk0crH3GVVFHe8TpaPkUU/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685431171812599618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWze8dtV8EhHkzUOikcj_EgJE6yerUI_TYZNKdG1kvayZUO7x-NJEUx9f5bVRZg547dGrTj-gEdupaJ_MOKn-QN5zLfeOS5VxvlJy4ZNlIsDPJpOVGytO5KcAvz1JB4vRYRPoBJb_RwBQ/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWze8dtV8EhHkzUOikcj_EgJE6yerUI_TYZNKdG1kvayZUO7x-NJEUx9f5bVRZg547dGrTj-gEdupaJ_MOKn-QN5zLfeOS5VxvlJy4ZNlIsDPJpOVGytO5KcAvz1JB4vRYRPoBJb_RwBQ/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685431170011308082" border="0" /></a><br />Can you do me a favor Denver? Don’t go changing.<br /><br />Tune in next week to see if David can finish this entire candy bar without going into a diabetic coma:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoyP83UHXe3xPpHsgyMa8jhB0inXZl5iTkmZ17GBXadjigS6xt5asgoUk_1rsqlw_LaX68pnoO6_zB3uT4NGKpJEcxwBwgjcGCjVd5GFN4BS7D7DfpedeyVbvqbnoEjWeIM5b9U0uBCk/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoyP83UHXe3xPpHsgyMa8jhB0inXZl5iTkmZ17GBXadjigS6xt5asgoUk_1rsqlw_LaX68pnoO6_zB3uT4NGKpJEcxwBwgjcGCjVd5GFN4BS7D7DfpedeyVbvqbnoEjWeIM5b9U0uBCk/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685431166503691618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">—Coyle</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tour To Live!</span>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-80361654917788489752011-12-12T18:03:00.000-08:002011-12-12T18:29:32.005-08:00Mastodon Week One.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGJvU1DSN-aLMwykz0xbfZgFm2RY8_YuygtTVBedX6YWbikdQ4Wjj94IZzntFgHNk8Bn52UMQ_4v0HEufvtPE2DPBz4BdE-R-6vrP40M9-xujxMBGsquIxN7O7usIZDxlXEHSLyG06rg/s1600/5.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">11/1/11 Los Angeles ,CA.</span><br /><br />Let’s not pull any punches here folks the first show of the tour was a little shaky. Like a hobo in detox type shaky. You see, keeping with the on going theme we have of either van or health problems, Bryan had to get to teeth yanked a couple days before we left, leaving him a little loopy when he got on stage (AKA whacked out on goofballs). There was a point during their first song (Hank Is Dead) that I thought he was going pull out his phone and Shazam the rest of the band to see what song they were playing. Actually it wasn’t that bad I just like to use every chance I get to publicly embarrass my closest friends. ‘Cause we all know that when you blow out someone else’s flame it makes yours shine that much brighter.<br /><br />I hope he doesn’t get mad at me—he is so sensitive. Look at him:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzejv70VQrgoPg4eEneoguhE8boYkNjoYk0SdQgsDl90Uwu4zufDScqASRG5ICAiDIVM0Epo0cLNpOxMSWlVdfqvueMorCbEdvoHGXMRXARrv66hOiiywG7sXaA1h6qlvZmbsOQkBMcs/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzejv70VQrgoPg4eEneoguhE8boYkNjoYk0SdQgsDl90Uwu4zufDScqASRG5ICAiDIVM0Epo0cLNpOxMSWlVdfqvueMorCbEdvoHGXMRXARrv66hOiiywG7sXaA1h6qlvZmbsOQkBMcs/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685429138590202098" border="0" /></a><br />What do you think he’s thinking about while staring out that window? His own Mortality? Things he could do to make the planet a better, kinder place? My money is on cigarettes. He likes those.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11/2/11 Sacramento, CA.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK1ypMUkpyG2qiO7vJaY5J-0qNEXfVJVUlW29LvUlqe-UMJIwNUQhnWyEsN6JoWbnOgRW6gp4hgAE57yrCxUWfoTfdNpFByuamMAJLU5Gk_Ubd-64Z-VaUUp3-4Kj-tmYfEQeDMPuYIGQ/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK1ypMUkpyG2qiO7vJaY5J-0qNEXfVJVUlW29LvUlqe-UMJIwNUQhnWyEsN6JoWbnOgRW6gp4hgAE57yrCxUWfoTfdNpFByuamMAJLU5Gk_Ubd-64Z-VaUUp3-4Kj-tmYfEQeDMPuYIGQ/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685429132623819378" border="0" /></a>You know there was a good party the night before when you wake up, walk downstairs and this is the first thing you see:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8DQ14msiC6v-FXIgTITmSkdb660A5xTgjZ49MvIyoVDrG-AtDtHrOBOVJvjlkZfY9eQL3jRpx7EQw9mhzM6kvOeUBhxDVrow1rvgKKm2VTyOCpOL6k1vRYrdP181mrMRZM-V_3etSKdk/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8DQ14msiC6v-FXIgTITmSkdb660A5xTgjZ49MvIyoVDrG-AtDtHrOBOVJvjlkZfY9eQL3jRpx7EQw9mhzM6kvOeUBhxDVrow1rvgKKm2VTyOCpOL6k1vRYrdP181mrMRZM-V_3etSKdk/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685429127224844498" border="0" /></a><br />Totally off the subject here, but can we talk about something that has always stupefied me? A little something called Tour Pocket. If I was at home the most there would be in my pockets at any given time would be three bucks in loose change, keys and a phone but some how after two days on the road the contents of my pockets, in just my jeans keep in mind, equal this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2NFyLLSkRof-RQpUKSIvBtDezHrS375HDmHDKGY72gsjew0YdFqoDfv3piU-UtWD5bQBGUtK6oQkjm0FavlwEqvHpPY5HRP2B-ub34nHDcCGUyPypERZ6ab47xRtmv8f12p0t8Wf4l4/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2NFyLLSkRof-RQpUKSIvBtDezHrS375HDmHDKGY72gsjew0YdFqoDfv3piU-UtWD5bQBGUtK6oQkjm0FavlwEqvHpPY5HRP2B-ub34nHDcCGUyPypERZ6ab47xRtmv8f12p0t8Wf4l4/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685428729310220450" border="0" /></a>The part that scares me about all this is I think I’m a step away from being one of those crew guys I used to make fun of with the utility belts that make you look like a bloated road-worn Batman. I guess it time to start auditioning sidekicks…<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11/3/11 San Francisco, CA.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUX_fOHn9Om0WsxVpa9tqR3C8rYTPwKwOTDSz_3iT0884jZNBiBKYMBHC5B7kyBHxYUCzZwzdRN4XgTqGKmn6mA59aXWmtDkEIeYRtg1xkttJZBbLoCmM9C5GV05uwfYKJatXIJ4F240/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUX_fOHn9Om0WsxVpa9tqR3C8rYTPwKwOTDSz_3iT0884jZNBiBKYMBHC5B7kyBHxYUCzZwzdRN4XgTqGKmn6mA59aXWmtDkEIeYRtg1xkttJZBbLoCmM9C5GV05uwfYKJatXIJ4F240/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685428712262042546" border="0" /></a><br />I had this whole bullshit story about our friend Alex showing up to the show and shit going from this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtZRLdzj3l827iBf6lX2F2rikNCCeX2qdHYQHhZOY7DD9Am_xlWvfchmEnGLzZm_N1JzRpohKHjATJCo0qUmEFiK-ukz38zCkXnzcYi3DHWxLYiNT_GmpVt2q-tuZhtDLDxZ6hL349Ik/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtZRLdzj3l827iBf6lX2F2rikNCCeX2qdHYQHhZOY7DD9Am_xlWvfchmEnGLzZm_N1JzRpohKHjATJCo0qUmEFiK-ukz38zCkXnzcYi3DHWxLYiNT_GmpVt2q-tuZhtDLDxZ6hL349Ik/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685428703255035186" border="0" /></a>To this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp61_YnIiqdV7-YIik4FwnZo6Izw5kwL9CHBTRFpFR3nT5DQZMiBst8H84OJ2Nt9xYYtBCwIuPaOIwQmtoXhu5A_YziCpyGvPmNO54qHxPZDH6377-aDICjJWowQz4ga58X0V0y1Nb8AY/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp61_YnIiqdV7-YIik4FwnZo6Izw5kwL9CHBTRFpFR3nT5DQZMiBst8H84OJ2Nt9xYYtBCwIuPaOIwQmtoXhu5A_YziCpyGvPmNO54qHxPZDH6377-aDICjJWowQz4ga58X0V0y1Nb8AY/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685428697215091778" border="0" /></a>But the more I think about it, the more it’s obvious that what best describes not only this night, but the first week of tour is this photo:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTCJ2pnW2nIbPiHZpBfAEElkLr1ckiboOJODTUA8p0FmnsfhJzQKTfj2HLO-RSa-nNdkO-BZCBNCN8iPpZ-VnFWFT8gfKEat4pWqULERKQRTUkz7qOgghdmPG-yoSdUWCGi1UBbvc-NbA/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTCJ2pnW2nIbPiHZpBfAEElkLr1ckiboOJODTUA8p0FmnsfhJzQKTfj2HLO-RSa-nNdkO-BZCBNCN8iPpZ-VnFWFT8gfKEat4pWqULERKQRTUkz7qOgghdmPG-yoSdUWCGi1UBbvc-NbA/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685428694505523426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">—Coyle</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tour To Live!</span>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-68106235802278584022011-11-01T17:03:00.000-07:002011-11-01T18:13:27.868-07:00Halloween 2011Just because we had to drive from Portland to LA yesterday doesn’t mean that we couldn’t dress up for the drive. We spent hours digging through thrift stores and combing online auctions to put together the best outfits possible. But don’t take my word for it:<br /><br />David was Rip VanWinkle…<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxSHURdxxZ0HfOMRG_4kgT1cHjpf7K_-O9ti6-cF2buN_pZ6QcNDMYZzJzOFqybBjuPJ6PizST6dSdDkCfe093UD9GHge3Z6u2BURdOtnQ4Ek_D_HcLNC0Bjj9WS9l74Q-WTYozUQ-nWA/s1600/David.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxSHURdxxZ0HfOMRG_4kgT1cHjpf7K_-O9ti6-cF2buN_pZ6QcNDMYZzJzOFqybBjuPJ6PizST6dSdDkCfe093UD9GHge3Z6u2BURdOtnQ4Ek_D_HcLNC0Bjj9WS9l74Q-WTYozUQ-nWA/s400/David.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670198793033905922" border="0" /></a><br />John was Dwight Schrute…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjS4g5z3FcOvYXjWvjk7YkCZ5QQVG1vMQRkbRJ0gKssEcFQjmvd8hHVTWENwzs6mKta7qkWZVHFkNpk-zl_y9PZXAY8bKxeFQozI8NM9pnnAlMHX7GoK9L-jCMYhfRacGcgSGBhFmIoI/s1600/john.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjS4g5z3FcOvYXjWvjk7YkCZ5QQVG1vMQRkbRJ0gKssEcFQjmvd8hHVTWENwzs6mKta7qkWZVHFkNpk-zl_y9PZXAY8bKxeFQozI8NM9pnnAlMHX7GoK9L-jCMYhfRacGcgSGBhFmIoI/s400/john.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670198633539693858" border="0" /></a>Aaron was the <a href="http://cdn2.screenjunkies.com/wp-content/uploads/images/2009/mikey.jpg">fat kid from that show about</a> the dudes that pop wheelies and shit…<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LdwewNhH2r40JOLbx46BJdXvyA0gdoJdtYxNLR9sQp9ih48gdMzmY-ChDReEuO1UCKNNeUE6d1y_U6qobKNRYxRJuChIG1lmt-7jtJaAxh0ADuWQs1YpU2WtYPL5U4gf64f9PtPMt_w/s1600/aaron.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LdwewNhH2r40JOLbx46BJdXvyA0gdoJdtYxNLR9sQp9ih48gdMzmY-ChDReEuO1UCKNNeUE6d1y_U6qobKNRYxRJuChIG1lmt-7jtJaAxh0ADuWQs1YpU2WtYPL5U4gf64f9PtPMt_w/s400/aaron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670198628538532338" border="0" /></a>Bryan was Rob Zombie…<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSFbDt5rZLioV-jV7JrnN-EHzvTIWX3eOCZ-_OadFXeMNQSFEzRC0Uda8cXDKM03mt6JvbHFVsODPV6xmacaIDocxkT4KhcspskADTe-OCZ2CMYVp38NZHrWMTz7dmONYc1L6iSWZiDQ/s1600/bryan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSFbDt5rZLioV-jV7JrnN-EHzvTIWX3eOCZ-_OadFXeMNQSFEzRC0Uda8cXDKM03mt6JvbHFVsODPV6xmacaIDocxkT4KhcspskADTe-OCZ2CMYVp38NZHrWMTz7dmONYc1L6iSWZiDQ/s400/bryan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670198617793081474" border="0" /></a>And I was a Homeless woman.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX9zjXEvd9UqeFBRrn104_Bg8qt7DoWHh4CBWa-XQOazw9vHHcxYgfgRQBps1sZFkuaeh_9Da81ksj1aqNY781tYU4EipC0-3-TXRoypfoF0OXzW9y0IRpo22WPKsghETkhmhco8_tuJg/s1600/me.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX9zjXEvd9UqeFBRrn104_Bg8qt7DoWHh4CBWa-XQOazw9vHHcxYgfgRQBps1sZFkuaeh_9Da81ksj1aqNY781tYU4EipC0-3-TXRoypfoF0OXzW9y0IRpo22WPKsghETkhmhco8_tuJg/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670198612795567826" border="0" /></a>For the total effect, look at this photo while a large handful of garbage cooks in your microwave.<br /><br />—Coyle<br /><br />Tour To Live!Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-68058944118427481022011-10-30T21:46:00.000-07:002011-10-30T22:02:00.906-07:00Holy crap! We're on tour again!!<div>Tour with<a href="http://www.mastodonrocks.com/"> Mastodon</a> and <a href="http://www.dillingerescapeplan.org/">Dillinger Escape Plan</a> starts Tuesday in LA! We start driving first thing in the morning.. Here we go again! See ya soon. <a href="http://redfang.net/#live">TOUR DATES!</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pFew4qQXxN3AZDEhtWG02bLsnvkn7aOppLUrLd0Dw0adFuJBizUdnx6QxpuwMlhH6lRM3Nnl-ycb50sD2fePwzwOSi0goOBzKL6KORIrxScZRDDGy5SnxFO4vQ5IIdSiA3nK-vffglY/s1600/Mastodon+Poster.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pFew4qQXxN3AZDEhtWG02bLsnvkn7aOppLUrLd0Dw0adFuJBizUdnx6QxpuwMlhH6lRM3Nnl-ycb50sD2fePwzwOSi0goOBzKL6KORIrxScZRDDGy5SnxFO4vQ5IIdSiA3nK-vffglY/s400/Mastodon+Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669513485754829410" /></a>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-7831232032726878612011-10-14T19:05:00.000-07:002011-10-14T19:16:23.152-07:00NW weekend 9/1 - 9/4<div><br /></div><div>Added these crowd shots from our last NW run to Facebook, but totally forgot about the blog! So here they are.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>9/1/11 Plan B, Portland</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlCDj_l2hrwgzHR0EJcH6dlN75ZKIFs2CgbK_KIX3XPJZ_-R93DQ2eU3fB074S_L2WPhF_b02CCL207YHqf0uaEj6RZ4_oAa68mubj55jxNXFN3MfsVyqnkJlgehi7Tj45I2RdXYcwWw/s1600/Plan+B+crowd+9.1.11.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlCDj_l2hrwgzHR0EJcH6dlN75ZKIFs2CgbK_KIX3XPJZ_-R93DQ2eU3fB074S_L2WPhF_b02CCL207YHqf0uaEj6RZ4_oAa68mubj55jxNXFN3MfsVyqnkJlgehi7Tj45I2RdXYcwWw/s400/Plan+B+crowd+9.1.11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663536366721572706" /></a><br />9/2/11 Lucky's, Eugene<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQztLDUEqOY2dV2x7B06u40gwLEi6tla6XcZsGgh4hgTMhsQ8B-05yhuFufiUM4rsOgpF0EOTGv50jGzzu_xXe4x0SziuKNspLsGc2JO2brrRtn5Ej8U5lLJVrBr9Z-StIoZ2tfvnt5w/s1600/Eugene+crowd+9.2.11.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQztLDUEqOY2dV2x7B06u40gwLEi6tla6XcZsGgh4hgTMhsQ8B-05yhuFufiUM4rsOgpF0EOTGv50jGzzu_xXe4x0SziuKNspLsGc2JO2brrRtn5Ej8U5lLJVrBr9Z-StIoZ2tfvnt5w/s400/Eugene+crowd+9.2.11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663536041271462706" /></a><br /><br />9/3/11 Bumbershoot, Seattle<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrJpLkED_CsNjfhckOq_T0TRhOXDdzK-HU9wItHoy5KgHTEE5FgH1IRXNn72FSOhJWbnvOSsJCsCZb6hKXeU_L27Y86uEp4r6Juwqj_OiH0w7lACevxOXMWd-WtCbqCxc6nUmniTC7RjQ/s1600/Bumbershoot+Crowd+9.3.11.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrJpLkED_CsNjfhckOq_T0TRhOXDdzK-HU9wItHoy5KgHTEE5FgH1IRXNn72FSOhJWbnvOSsJCsCZb6hKXeU_L27Y86uEp4r6Juwqj_OiH0w7lACevxOXMWd-WtCbqCxc6nUmniTC7RjQ/s400/Bumbershoot+Crowd+9.3.11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663535454839803314" /></a><br />9/4/11 Sunset Tavern, Ballard<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEBs-OmjV8toGmsOe5X4IDFOIW3fhRvBVB7tKitGWbmnDohJpKy-fnJ15WDFCle-NP8njssPJ6zZZ22Y-31Xuw_He9eyuM_zCv2Gcxfr4CxfsSqJcpqGF3twEpPwX2-Fq31ePMHdqeUs/s1600/Sunset+Tavern+crowd+9.4.11.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEBs-OmjV8toGmsOe5X4IDFOIW3fhRvBVB7tKitGWbmnDohJpKy-fnJ15WDFCle-NP8njssPJ6zZZ22Y-31Xuw_He9eyuM_zCv2Gcxfr4CxfsSqJcpqGF3twEpPwX2-Fq31ePMHdqeUs/s400/Sunset+Tavern+crowd+9.4.11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663535033037466178" /></a><br /></div>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-61412569617431420132011-09-08T17:51:00.000-07:002011-09-09T10:16:25.437-07:00Mayhem Festival July 9th Through Whenever It Ended, I Can’t Remember<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So I feel like I owe you guys and gals an explanation on my lack of bloggin’ over the course of the summer. I had this whole big rant planned out where I was going to tell you how as the band grows so does my responsibilities and blah, blah, blah but the truth is, I was just too damn lazy. <br />
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The days were long and for 99% of the tour it was earth core temperatures out there, so by the time I got done the last thing on my mind was trying to do anything that did not include the sound of a cold beer opening and remaining as still as possible. Don't believe me? I'll give you a run down of my day, everyday, for most of this summer.<br />
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9:15am: Alarm goes off<br />
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9:30: Alarm still going off<br />
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9:35: Finally get out off bed, dust the Wheat Thin dust and dried ramen noodles off my chest. Put on my shoes to find three cigarette butts, a bottle cap and a handful of guitar picks because I made the mistake of leaving them next to Bryan’s bunk.<br />
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9:40: Step outside into 95+ degree heat to unload the trailer<br />
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9:42: Yell “Fuck, you again!” at contents of trailer<br />
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9:45-10:15: Mutter swear words to myself while loading gear on to stage. Sweat a lot.<br />
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10:20-10:45: Unearth’s Tour Manager, George, and I wander around in circles trying to find catering and production. Usually arriving ten minutes after breakfast has ended. Catch John leaving who gives me a blow-by-blow of what I missed.<br />
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11:00: It’s back to the trailer to count merch and drag it up hill across a gravel parking lot, set up the tent, all the display shit. Sweat a lot.<br />
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12:45: Back to the bus for twenty minutes of AC before the gates open, fill a cooler with some ice and as many waters as I can find. Curse my life decisions. <br />
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1:30: Gates open, time to man the merch booth. It’s now 103 degrees with 80% humidity. My balls are in a broth of sweat and Gold Bond. <br />
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1:45: Drunken sixteen year-old pulls her smoke out of mouth long enough to put down the baby and ask “What the hell’s a Red Flag?”<br />
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2:35 The Boys play. Still sweating a lot.<br />
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3:30: The boys do a signing at the merch booth, while I hide in the back trying to keep any part of my body from touching any other part of my body.<br />
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4:00-6:30: Headbangin' and shirt slangin’. And sweating, lots of sweating.<br />
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6:35: Start breaking down as fast as possible in hopes of making dinner. <br />
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7:40: Missed dinner. Catch John leaving who gives me a blow-by-blow of what I missed.<br />
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8:00: Back to the bus to deal with paperwork for the day. Sweat a lot.<br />
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9:00: Think to myself “Today is the day I’m going to catch up on the blog, but first a beer.”<br />
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9:45: “Just one more beer.”<br />
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9:50 “Oh, shots!”<br />
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10:00: Myself and the rest of the Merch Mafia start taking fools money playing dice.<br />
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11:30: “I was suppose to do something…”<br />
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12:15: Buz from Unearth and I are riding bikes of unknown origin to an unknown destination. <br />
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1:00 Alex, Unearth’s merch guy, fakes being hammered, all the way down to puking on the bus, to chase some shitty girls away.<br />
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2:15: Watch David and Slo start packing all the shit in the trailer I should have packed four hours ago.<br />
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3:00: Bus call.<br />
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3:10: Standing in the moving bus trying to eat a jar of peanut butter using Wheat Thins as a spoon while listening to both bands have a battle of the Ipods. Which usually ended with ten back-to-back yacht rock songs.<br />
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3:45: “No way we still have some Ramen?!”<br />
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4:00: Realize I have to be up in five and a half hours and head to my bunk promising myself that I am not going to do this tomorrow.<br />
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9:15am: Alarm goes off… <br />
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You might notice that there are no pictures. That has nothing to do with the laziness mentioned above, but my current streak of at home laziness. But that will all change when we go out in November. That’s right, big news is on the horizon. Stay tuned.<br />
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—Coyle<br />
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Tour To Live!!!!!!!</div>
Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-29474159427891470252011-07-18T20:48:00.000-07:002011-07-18T21:04:03.202-07:00Phoenix, AZ 7/16, Albuquerque, NM 7/17I somehow lost all the photos from Albuquerque. Classic Coyle, I know…<br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByxYN75yJxRzgafOgqPtLRyX62b3y48GKU0u10n_u70G3vEnweoVJ5eHt457JMyRRMPyK5la6WCUzCjE4VWTeiJ48FE0hX7hW486MYABWZNtM2hQ-yHeaSrqljrSYO7Rihjwbk4AC4U0/s1600/crowd.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByxYN75yJxRzgafOgqPtLRyX62b3y48GKU0u10n_u70G3vEnweoVJ5eHt457JMyRRMPyK5la6WCUzCjE4VWTeiJ48FE0hX7hW486MYABWZNtM2hQ-yHeaSrqljrSYO7Rihjwbk4AC4U0/s400/crowd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630907396815479282" border="0" /></a>So, as you may or may not know we had to get a bus for this tour. While this seems very glamorous the truth is, we have to pay for the damn thing and the price tag is one that instantly gives any sane man a blood shitting, stomach eating ulcer. Seeing as we are still the same broke assholes we were thirty days ago we couldn’t afford to do it alone (hell we still can’t afford it), so we are sharing the bus with or new favorite homies ever Unearth.<br /><br />All we knew about these guys coming into this tour was <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06kTj5Yem14&feature=related">this</a>. Needless to say we thought they may be out of our league so to speak, but we were way off base. These dudes fucking rule, down to earth, funny motherfuckers who just want to crush cold ones and rock. Just look at ‘em:<br /><br />Buz:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9YMfbDXC4KmaiLMfypgF3c7iV8GMkhT9f_dFcan0uH-UugfxAopCWFfJWDY2UcVAAasX_CczyqJn6U87p3AUC5Hx5qK0ZvJRWKHYQcfS0Qt9rSjOhZi4FGDu5AgXYREFivd-SqRFy_Pc/s1600/Buz.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9YMfbDXC4KmaiLMfypgF3c7iV8GMkhT9f_dFcan0uH-UugfxAopCWFfJWDY2UcVAAasX_CczyqJn6U87p3AUC5Hx5qK0ZvJRWKHYQcfS0Qt9rSjOhZi4FGDu5AgXYREFivd-SqRFy_Pc/s400/Buz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630907261975020754" border="0" /></a><br />Slo:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_Agh_X1ufj8prR9NstjOgEkrumpaPeBjXP_Ly-5Pz3YwhFuUgd8q67a9Fb-AIN_KZ9DNMwtPgEhW8A5HZaC8CjXC-60cqOak9LqCN3YG6jB5Mcpg-wsFDf9zQB-HgdFKEsP7Hy4zTb0/s1600/slo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_Agh_X1ufj8prR9NstjOgEkrumpaPeBjXP_Ly-5Pz3YwhFuUgd8q67a9Fb-AIN_KZ9DNMwtPgEhW8A5HZaC8CjXC-60cqOak9LqCN3YG6jB5Mcpg-wsFDf9zQB-HgdFKEsP7Hy4zTb0/s400/slo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630907253501214002" border="0" /></a><br />Trevor:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAfgDY-evo6BmwfpSDE-C229FP_Bg7Q11JtqRwmpmA4P4uRdPfbUr3-1nTf6SpGZKe_bkf4eDlO8JONymlbc0GMAXQLrlbJBaePm8KveOaSeV0q45NUlRUVXxN5ZCpIgNNnDqSfIURGKM/s1600/trevor.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAfgDY-evo6BmwfpSDE-C229FP_Bg7Q11JtqRwmpmA4P4uRdPfbUr3-1nTf6SpGZKe_bkf4eDlO8JONymlbc0GMAXQLrlbJBaePm8KveOaSeV0q45NUlRUVXxN5ZCpIgNNnDqSfIURGKM/s400/trevor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630907256510150658" border="0" /></a><br />Alex:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHT7A49_dgGgMKPKblsEh0MUSbbSq7noGBm0hw4m13jY6joe65uaYq1WrnI5jnxWjl7R0gnWaA_HqoDC9q9GdnSv8Z4WLSshv1a94QuEppXbgDQ6JQOJLI5b77OtXc11izcJoq0JXFzg/s1600/Alex.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHT7A49_dgGgMKPKblsEh0MUSbbSq7noGBm0hw4m13jY6joe65uaYq1WrnI5jnxWjl7R0gnWaA_HqoDC9q9GdnSv8Z4WLSshv1a94QuEppXbgDQ6JQOJLI5b77OtXc11izcJoq0JXFzg/s400/Alex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630907249175146418" border="0" /></a><br />George:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG0LkWZRfXHhnm8gXW6JD3FAxWWHG1w8IqK7tZs9XNTFNtbv_LTpg6y6wdqEYQzgsgRubFyRahB6Ht1D_Qa8CsplLS-1buT-WTjrwisn4JEHxJJteXT4m2tDiyRWyMNheNX7aMfvgT54/s1600/George.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG0LkWZRfXHhnm8gXW6JD3FAxWWHG1w8IqK7tZs9XNTFNtbv_LTpg6y6wdqEYQzgsgRubFyRahB6Ht1D_Qa8CsplLS-1buT-WTjrwisn4JEHxJJteXT4m2tDiyRWyMNheNX7aMfvgT54/s400/George.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630907249229851586" border="0" /></a>I don’t have any photos of Justin or Ken because Justin spent the last couple days barfing out of his top and bottom holes and Ken was probably to busy saying something horribly offensive/ incredible funny to someone.<br /><br />Don’t you just want to go out for some hot wings, a pitcher of PBR and talk about Kelly’s Roast Beef with these Massholes?<br /><br />Like I said before, this summer is gonna rule.<br /><br />—Coyle<br /><br />Tour To Live!Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-51655343148017325542011-07-14T20:32:00.000-07:002011-07-14T20:40:10.734-07:00Auburn, Wa. 7/13/11 Nampa, Id. 7/14/11<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEfxPzqFQPlm-9yxRcziHASYacUM_4s0STcHjnUOBvN6BqOChoa3f9ojhmtkWF_mUekyAfcxiIt7ciUc66JpLKCjM-f4PtvRgAfA_G_6IEJSMiDTRmcR469hGgoL8LEC7voqjJeRAUut4/s1600/auburncrowd.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEfxPzqFQPlm-9yxRcziHASYacUM_4s0STcHjnUOBvN6BqOChoa3f9ojhmtkWF_mUekyAfcxiIt7ciUc66JpLKCjM-f4PtvRgAfA_G_6IEJSMiDTRmcR469hGgoL8LEC7voqjJeRAUut4/s400/auburncrowd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629417717262695762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPoW9ANRIGQiNnKCPLodTs2QQwGlnjv4EQcUnR1-GEFB6hIzpM0KuvhxK6Eg1IaMR0EBI6OqXKDWJ-qRvjMNmr0CYRU5dOBKTgUN_Uk7L7pK_bS19V_Z7zk251reol0OiyKbKgBbJVuCM/s1600/Nampacrowd.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPoW9ANRIGQiNnKCPLodTs2QQwGlnjv4EQcUnR1-GEFB6hIzpM0KuvhxK6Eg1IaMR0EBI6OqXKDWJ-qRvjMNmr0CYRU5dOBKTgUN_Uk7L7pK_bS19V_Z7zk251reol0OiyKbKgBbJVuCM/s400/Nampacrowd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629417564992311458" border="0" /></a>Man, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me today, I just can’t get the juices ‘aflowin. I mean, Christ, there is more than enough fodder to do this but nothing’s coming out. Look at these photos:<br /><br />Dudes doing daffys on motorcycles…<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUd3cJRBxo2qmWo1VBl60x4O4PoPw3OKMulfDlMUsfu1pXidItt4gXO5YUlOnI2aunl-h4hJcSJVbC820HjeKr53hDlRK_hNs34A_MGsjf0gC2YoOzIEqpMVsVxeHoUt-bi9kbPa7Fs4/s1600/moto.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUd3cJRBxo2qmWo1VBl60x4O4PoPw3OKMulfDlMUsfu1pXidItt4gXO5YUlOnI2aunl-h4hJcSJVbC820HjeKr53hDlRK_hNs34A_MGsjf0gC2YoOzIEqpMVsVxeHoUt-bi9kbPa7Fs4/s400/moto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629417561616776050" border="0" /></a><br />The girl is wearing two small dogs for shoes and I got nothin’!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IjCA1TyCfptjQKT1batm2SU_W_EomvWIwi5gHciCSav9ziVrxMnB7JyF6CJHJkpU6qx8RvCew_0e87b6bYVO7DWiZDPwjisYK3KD4xNAKmnDM1A86i9UGPnNFtmNCSBw6pTOJOwDK4k/s1600/fans.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IjCA1TyCfptjQKT1batm2SU_W_EomvWIwi5gHciCSav9ziVrxMnB7JyF6CJHJkpU6qx8RvCew_0e87b6bYVO7DWiZDPwjisYK3KD4xNAKmnDM1A86i9UGPnNFtmNCSBw6pTOJOwDK4k/s400/fans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629417559471433154" border="0" /></a><br />BUTTS! GIRLS BUTTS! Damn photo looks like a postcard that you got from a buddy that went to Florida when you were in college, but all I can think about is how much better that hot dog I just ate would’ve been with more mustard on it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaKNzN6D1y-XRXKnKIF0EiRz7Y_RBohVXk26-h5kv66YoWAzOEGppsyUy8ylnm8wt-2Vj5mceQsc-YP0TmrjjL9ZKEBTt9a4CRscqH8PAapzMZyN-2-VfsVi1kG6Bw0s8xEMTcbX7iAgw/s1600/butts.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaKNzN6D1y-XRXKnKIF0EiRz7Y_RBohVXk26-h5kv66YoWAzOEGppsyUy8ylnm8wt-2Vj5mceQsc-YP0TmrjjL9ZKEBTt9a4CRscqH8PAapzMZyN-2-VfsVi1kG6Bw0s8xEMTcbX7iAgw/s400/butts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629417552303878658" border="0" /></a>YOUR welcome?! Really?! There is so many questions I have about this that I have no idea where to start.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjinSRLjqQkXEKL7Ri3LyMPumtAb3W_D_FSabIajxgqfogZjbn8qP_CiN7vCBvD5YLb2q1bm6RcHYJ5ZNU1mIsCOZeyrOWfrZAPNKkOAK2jsFAGiw434gavBk87i7s8RYwxbFqpkf9wWo/s1600/yourwelcome.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjinSRLjqQkXEKL7Ri3LyMPumtAb3W_D_FSabIajxgqfogZjbn8qP_CiN7vCBvD5YLb2q1bm6RcHYJ5ZNU1mIsCOZeyrOWfrZAPNKkOAK2jsFAGiw434gavBk87i7s8RYwxbFqpkf9wWo/s400/yourwelcome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629417549000453298" border="0" /></a>I gotta lay off the sauce…<br /><br />—Coyle<br /><br />Tour To Live!Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-843459760053876072011-07-11T18:08:00.000-07:002011-07-11T18:27:29.369-07:00San Bernardino, Mountain View CA 7/9-10Sorry it took me a couple days to get this up, this Mayhem fest is no joke. We're talking load in at 8:00am type shit. Which is he most asinine crap in the world. Isn't the whole reason we flushed our lives down the crapper was to not have a real job? I usually don't get to bed 'til five am, and now you want me able to deal with other people at eight? I'm not sure what's stupider the fact that it exists or me for doing it.<br /><br />Anywho, I got some good news and some bad news:<br /><br />The bad news: John already lost his camera with the crowd shots on it (and a bunch of photos that I took) and the only photo I have on my camera is of some guys masking taped together shoe.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OophdrLQb08vzVkISdpLcT_CpXaw_FVA_v-xKPqCLjDSwg4TCNLaj6S11TxYyjSP7tvOb1fRg-rLgpxHQ7ap35dDPP3H5AAveaYo7BzvAfC2BsyzmLjUylohqv4_7JmPzHXXKAD7_2o/s1600/shoe.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OophdrLQb08vzVkISdpLcT_CpXaw_FVA_v-xKPqCLjDSwg4TCNLaj6S11TxYyjSP7tvOb1fRg-rLgpxHQ7ap35dDPP3H5AAveaYo7BzvAfC2BsyzmLjUylohqv4_7JmPzHXXKAD7_2o/s400/shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628267850091618818" border="0" /></a><br />The good news is that there will be tons of people like this for me to look at all summer:<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwmb-q4OrurxXOztHwbLS0R-YarI9LZgz06dVOE8xkz2LF336GZ1MjU8z6gPR7r6JWTDi9a-nM3KYnYSHwB9Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />I guess it's not as funny unless you know that the thing he is swinging is a one of the two canes his wife needed to walk. Oh, and that seconds before this his buddy tackled him, bending the cane. And that they were both well over fifty-years-old. And that they both had obviously brand new eyebrow piercings. That were big spikes. Over both eyes.<br /><br />This summer is going to fucking rule.<br /><br />—Coyle<br /><br />Tour To Live!Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-27193336951625236792011-07-04T02:20:00.000-07:002011-07-05T11:09:44.926-07:00East End Block Party 7/3/11 - PDX<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>Danava killing it!</u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-BbV69Mx1QyMvs6_G3Ihqa42frfFGDlHxQghDkJ_7-jPu5_aRKu5Viy2ugfGFkW4c_ERdF03M9xYSEvB4efS5N6Dqcw3wQpk7CRZ8SWs4nZLK5uqWreCrHxHTQRPhGMpiLIAuDZEf1U/s1600/P1010736.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-BbV69Mx1QyMvs6_G3Ihqa42frfFGDlHxQghDkJ_7-jPu5_aRKu5Viy2ugfGFkW4c_ERdF03M9xYSEvB4efS5N6Dqcw3wQpk7CRZ8SWs4nZLK5uqWreCrHxHTQRPhGMpiLIAuDZEf1U/s400/P1010736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625426112290134210" /></a>The crowd at the end of the night.<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpTU1WmRmdXmpaPw92QqN0Zqoc3C5DslMFldJ8XMZoRsWwlS1gRRayRfjPMoTo-3LmxQRH5FOFjgOj1AJfE4Jha1Gl2L6XTxvx-gpQ-Ru6quypPXjB8r0_HVitEh3S4bMBO6xWgIWokig/s1600/P1010739.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpTU1WmRmdXmpaPw92QqN0Zqoc3C5DslMFldJ8XMZoRsWwlS1gRRayRfjPMoTo-3LmxQRH5FOFjgOj1AJfE4Jha1Gl2L6XTxvx-gpQ-Ru6quypPXjB8r0_HVitEh3S4bMBO6xWgIWokig/s400/P1010739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625425407705930690" /></a>Another great East End Block Party!! If anyone has rad photos, let's see em! Thanks, Gabe, and East End crew and all the bands that played. This town is awesome.</div>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-84419437774059637352011-06-30T15:07:00.000-07:002011-06-30T15:37:30.776-07:00SLED ISLAND FEST - Calgary 6/24 - 6/25<div>SLED ISLAND! Hell yes, Canadians know how to PARTY! Our first show was at the <a href="http://www.thepalomino.ca/">Palomino</a> - a killer BBQ joint and rock club. I have never seen as much broken glass after a show. Wild times. Bryan had someone else's blood on him, but I think it was happy blood. I didn't see anyone crying.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKp6aKdR0UFeq2i_EBFf_bADa6VPRwhvOFX8tK8EsjsavnwC7ovCMndFH-eWIdKdwjzBJnNs0Br8yjH_8ESNNxtkZ7XGEiZTczc9iCrFpCe4P29DHSX9fJz_ixi7-qcWq2xXFriilhtMc/s1600/P1010674.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKp6aKdR0UFeq2i_EBFf_bADa6VPRwhvOFX8tK8EsjsavnwC7ovCMndFH-eWIdKdwjzBJnNs0Br8yjH_8ESNNxtkZ7XGEiZTczc9iCrFpCe4P29DHSX9fJz_ixi7-qcWq2xXFriilhtMc/s400/P1010674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624140055392439746" /></a>Ice cold KOKANEE!<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxvy3SSxEgeWTOPmWizVGGV5FArPYn87G3A36BWrnAOW0iDZo3IpJAJJoQePCP5fAIzz8LZVvzIdAZJ52rTd6f2UeS3FH75t4nPRPHwPB9U3uqP4pXxXKggitKXfK4LUCzEDkb5B_4Zvo/s1600/P1010679-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxvy3SSxEgeWTOPmWizVGGV5FArPYn87G3A36BWrnAOW0iDZo3IpJAJJoQePCP5fAIzz8LZVvzIdAZJ52rTd6f2UeS3FH75t4nPRPHwPB9U3uqP4pXxXKggitKXfK4LUCzEDkb5B_4Zvo/s400/P1010679-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624139664338232402" /></a>The next show was at the <a href="http://www.distillerypub.com/">Distillery</a>. Another total RAGER!!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJCypK1jmnxTZOWCockkjttw2G70Vy0YaLpTowoAAU5vA9DlgTMe4mygxdMjU_kW7jsf2uRdmxLpUp3CPmv62151Mvvk49IH7OH2SywR8IfSxpS7Lm1lId6hqX3JMhaU4DrPyFR_Ij-E/s1600/P1010682.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJCypK1jmnxTZOWCockkjttw2G70Vy0YaLpTowoAAU5vA9DlgTMe4mygxdMjU_kW7jsf2uRdmxLpUp3CPmv62151Mvvk49IH7OH2SywR8IfSxpS7Lm1lId6hqX3JMhaU4DrPyFR_Ij-E/s400/P1010682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624139112080811666" /></a>Big thanks to<a href="http://www.myspace.com/bigblackmastiff"> Black Mastiff</a> and <a href="http://www.myspace.com/biblicalproportions">Biblical</a> and, of course, the Sword for blowing ears and minds. We can't wait to get back to Calgary!!</div><div><br /></div><div>EXTRA EXTRA special thanks to our man, <a href="http://ariheinikainen.com/photography/">Ari</a>, for housing us and taxiing us around for 3 days. You are the shit, buddy! </div><div><br /></div><div>OK. I'm done. Coyle! Get back on this. It's hard.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sherman<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQUJBEDJv_8RkV_8pOSlCGKpmImiCoTFT7dyD2aGvdD7p1XoxOCMsHyZvD9xdE0zsPlm6kfMEP4Rs6PqaDBF8FB1IyydBK02OSRL-dHQPuX3sEKEGNNhRC4XzMxqDCUqGzuesnXdLnjCI/s1600/P1010696-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQUJBEDJv_8RkV_8pOSlCGKpmImiCoTFT7dyD2aGvdD7p1XoxOCMsHyZvD9xdE0zsPlm6kfMEP4Rs6PqaDBF8FB1IyydBK02OSRL-dHQPuX3sEKEGNNhRC4XzMxqDCUqGzuesnXdLnjCI/s400/P1010696-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624138629503711314" /></a><br /></div>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-44469474218649738132011-06-29T14:56:00.000-07:002011-06-29T16:09:03.659-07:00EUROPE!!!! 6/17-6/20<div>Kassel, Germany. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio-getJ4XzcvmBZDuM02KuXf6xUPinmhV4FkvBK3yBDfPXT7W4lBDwXQOFwdvKR55TQpdpi5KmiauvVw7nvvVgQLE8TurkJPNAITzvYe0c7LIYcHivcUWV1_IuGoHqx3tGvc0o5L2UjyQ/s1600/Kassel+Crowd-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio-getJ4XzcvmBZDuM02KuXf6xUPinmhV4FkvBK3yBDfPXT7W4lBDwXQOFwdvKR55TQpdpi5KmiauvVw7nvvVgQLE8TurkJPNAITzvYe0c7LIYcHivcUWV1_IuGoHqx3tGvc0o5L2UjyQ/s400/Kassel+Crowd-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623770147036290450" /></a>After the show, we were taken to a hostel kinda spot to crash. To get to it, we had to walk through a crazy multi-level party spot with several bars, dance floors, black light ping pong rooms, and all kinds of weirdness. We knew the next night we had to leave and drive overnight right after the show, so this was the last chance we had to throw down. And throw down we did. There was crowd surfing, euro dancing, unnecessary shots, and tons of laughs. End of tour style.. <div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6-lszM8XejhwW5mwZqQ6iFbWMq8mbaxahdtHcch490QkYRZYWy8eDtLOthQEuBbpDjUwrX-C_TGdrzMpKYyRxRqHsE0WkJIiy0tv3uq2cF7oSLELPkUsUSNuDBVmdMesavpRlFwF9M1E/s1600/Kassel+Party.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6-lszM8XejhwW5mwZqQ6iFbWMq8mbaxahdtHcch490QkYRZYWy8eDtLOthQEuBbpDjUwrX-C_TGdrzMpKYyRxRqHsE0WkJIiy0tv3uq2cF7oSLELPkUsUSNuDBVmdMesavpRlFwF9M1E/s400/Kassel+Party.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623769719503249922" /></a><br /></div><div>Brugge, Belgium.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZu2n5x6q3KunvIyVHR7Uzz_n_jhmyn7QMFkP_UHMGca4YSxnTBaCnae0rnhgsXkWAlnWYWNl-gEQxkfWlFaHBi3A-v5FdrspTa2RsncW_AdJyGmBnWnQ0xyUNkWN_rgRPHmqF9w4GMXY/s1600/BBrugge+Crowd-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZu2n5x6q3KunvIyVHR7Uzz_n_jhmyn7QMFkP_UHMGca4YSxnTBaCnae0rnhgsXkWAlnWYWNl-gEQxkfWlFaHBi3A-v5FdrspTa2RsncW_AdJyGmBnWnQ0xyUNkWN_rgRPHmqF9w4GMXY/s400/BBrugge+Crowd-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623768959877353618" /></a>Our good buddy, Loopy, showed up! He just happened to be getting off a tour and decided to swing down and hook up with us.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEide8laQ6O3dELjmUp0K_6jeNGens_4GzJgII0H_m9zatFzUdAmKGEZ2ShfNvywdqeaI_O6zNuFLDXZ5MRSWRZjVhbGZFRYuf18qgQaDwVyf4CbQ9IJwk_oTc1nryLLYJfWWDJQrTO16jo/s1600/Loopy-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEide8laQ6O3dELjmUp0K_6jeNGens_4GzJgII0H_m9zatFzUdAmKGEZ2ShfNvywdqeaI_O6zNuFLDXZ5MRSWRZjVhbGZFRYuf18qgQaDwVyf4CbQ9IJwk_oTc1nryLLYJfWWDJQrTO16jo/s400/Loopy-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623768558119593954" /></a>This was the last night with Intronaut. Cool dudes, stellar musicians. We'll see you again, dudes!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLlA4AgpW7ZT5UxYkA3Z7KBJoUgepCvjhyphenhyphen65N6TLuCuKgyNatx9Zytr9X2oAw1pLabSJ18kHETm5lnNTU1rSp1eZP0EGWCJi0ZH3x4zYCpHoqgMaHgaiI_tn0iMkRCmnGROJtqeMVx0o/s1600/Group+Photo.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLlA4AgpW7ZT5UxYkA3Z7KBJoUgepCvjhyphenhyphen65N6TLuCuKgyNatx9Zytr9X2oAw1pLabSJ18kHETm5lnNTU1rSp1eZP0EGWCJi0ZH3x4zYCpHoqgMaHgaiI_tn0iMkRCmnGROJtqeMVx0o/s400/Group+Photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623767827733572130" /></a>After the Brugge show, we drove all night to...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>HELLFEST!</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZ0wcXNXzlZ_rPSa8VDUm9bBBmtlarMZVaKTjAkrpn9r-aA_bpObP8kDpwDeYKTKHWFFkwwLJu5y9Qy448udxe8YAIzBm415ZJuxAgJxEMvAWhV1mkx1CmpO2CMuVvn1pLhuV_nuwW2I/s1600/Hellfest+Crowd1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZ0wcXNXzlZ_rPSa8VDUm9bBBmtlarMZVaKTjAkrpn9r-aA_bpObP8kDpwDeYKTKHWFFkwwLJu5y9Qy448udxe8YAIzBm415ZJuxAgJxEMvAWhV1mkx1CmpO2CMuVvn1pLhuV_nuwW2I/s400/Hellfest+Crowd1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623766870605068770" /></a>I wish I had a better crowd shot - it was INSANE!!! I also wish I had more pics of the festival in general, but I was having too much fun and totally sleep deprived and just kind of forgot about my camera. Until JUDAS PRIEST played!! Look how close I got!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7jufS8QB6DB6ZrNdVA7CyLzWdzB-x-nwDrxGoX7Z7Jm4bnZHO7810Q1tqtE5sO9sYTq-jA4tlvib0YEv5Nfpk-yHpbbRE2TpOuaxwlBLybjDCw4phcnEzTwbvpkSR65wSU_D9QlStS4/s1600/ShermStage.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7jufS8QB6DB6ZrNdVA7CyLzWdzB-x-nwDrxGoX7Z7Jm4bnZHO7810Q1tqtE5sO9sYTq-jA4tlvib0YEv5Nfpk-yHpbbRE2TpOuaxwlBLybjDCw4phcnEzTwbvpkSR65wSU_D9QlStS4/s400/ShermStage.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623766351817281346" /></a>Rob Halford's voice is still amazing.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYI9rwWfz9PWGxPg6w83-eJ-0xS_HnRyKSxU0sjPluNF8xw1YKOddujBehqKcUMK-e8T9oEFVmZh-8ZoFvl8YjDm_wJQz5o_XEy2Wp7vneACDVEl9bY_l9g3q36nHz8L5NXCE7CUY2Uw/s1600/Halford.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYI9rwWfz9PWGxPg6w83-eJ-0xS_HnRyKSxU0sjPluNF8xw1YKOddujBehqKcUMK-e8T9oEFVmZh-8ZoFvl8YjDm_wJQz5o_XEy2Wp7vneACDVEl9bY_l9g3q36nHz8L5NXCE7CUY2Uw/s400/Halford.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623765800124837378" /></a>Maybe the best show I've ever seen - definitely blew my mind.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyItX4d2Ryq3s8gFHJrwRUZriLr3VJLypCVYWuUxVGUq15ON4PsVJlTbgqfwe9fF-pOcCfVx3Uxhdfsb14gaZEq33f173MypOqWNT9nv_oeuTvQAgch4sOHm4XlCVb8XkJ80b-X5tVKQ/s1600/Priest.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyItX4d2Ryq3s8gFHJrwRUZriLr3VJLypCVYWuUxVGUq15ON4PsVJlTbgqfwe9fF-pOcCfVx3Uxhdfsb14gaZEq33f173MypOqWNT9nv_oeuTvQAgch4sOHm4XlCVb8XkJ80b-X5tVKQ/s400/Priest.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623765537552983874" /></a>HELLFEST CROWD!</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2GWoVeFe7pvq0e-XHPmiuNLh7TRJIbVns2l3KlyWhLPQsu8KLNpJP_U4q4qg0eEx6dnjlYhPg4QerSfbbQQUZ1aw5dQoVua4TNbvOZDsdEXYgjB_nFZY25a9I5mHAuEqDecsjGD9RL9w/s400/Hellfest+Crowd.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623765102452268002" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>What a whirlwind of metal. I figured we couldn't top this day, but we had one more show to play before heading to Calgary for <a href="http://blog.sledisland.com/">Sled Island</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>La Harve, France.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmasSYf_dMOHdUOhRYfgPM4Dk_Bbo7-WuZpmGSk965hRVdtN-fagtnex5WWbvkb9F9HISMndcsqnzXrRQeLquo5TGnFsOC_tIueXDeRIY7Mvmu2SUULYBGLx4fSwxvHBKkiMQav4ZURKQ/s1600/La+Harve+Crowd.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmasSYf_dMOHdUOhRYfgPM4Dk_Bbo7-WuZpmGSk965hRVdtN-fagtnex5WWbvkb9F9HISMndcsqnzXrRQeLquo5TGnFsOC_tIueXDeRIY7Mvmu2SUULYBGLx4fSwxvHBKkiMQav4ZURKQ/s400/La+Harve+Crowd.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623770970670336290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>Holy shit. This was absolutely the most sweat soaked, punk rock, party show of the whole tour. Check out the photos from the front lines here: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2184809498668.2133899.1199910770">https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2184809498668.2133899.1199910770</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to all the rad bros in La Harve for making our last night in Europe one for the books. Can't wait to come back!!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPz0OERD_79CxIKQZmfwJt8H3hQA5HFxo8Dp96EU60O3LA7w2PXisXT13R61nbkhmtCgOYxN3Sr7VotWIY0eIaGXLlQ6TYrMFJKdIFChJm35uaJDXtUUb2tVWP_VGKHmACHZAVsmdfTm0/s1600/La+Harve+Bros.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPz0OERD_79CxIKQZmfwJt8H3hQA5HFxo8Dp96EU60O3LA7w2PXisXT13R61nbkhmtCgOYxN3Sr7VotWIY0eIaGXLlQ6TYrMFJKdIFChJm35uaJDXtUUb2tVWP_VGKHmACHZAVsmdfTm0/s400/La+Harve+Bros.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623770580527305298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>I'll post a quickie about <a href="http://blog.sledisland.com/">Sled Island</a> tomorrow and be caught up. Coyle is back on the job after that, so posts will be not be as boring. Right, Coyle?</div><div><br /></div><div>-Sherman</div>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-28484784856601061502011-06-26T10:36:00.000-07:002011-06-26T11:31:58.836-07:00EUROPE!!!! 6/14-6/16<div>Bologna, Italy. We played some kinda youth center that was surrounded by this awesomeness.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7hTOrKz83vkL-egy2oOvrfVzot6cUaE3jlHEdR5MeKbZrq6s_qi_GSZ9A9VNazO9JW_Zuq1ouiqxjcgcnAt7mG3HN3Bu6_ZBjaFedRR_IfZbIxqc_GgXETyzObx_gHqkP4olfWjbQ-QU/s1600/01+Creek.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7hTOrKz83vkL-egy2oOvrfVzot6cUaE3jlHEdR5MeKbZrq6s_qi_GSZ9A9VNazO9JW_Zuq1ouiqxjcgcnAt7mG3HN3Bu6_ZBjaFedRR_IfZbIxqc_GgXETyzObx_gHqkP4olfWjbQ-QU/s400/01+Creek.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622592009802937186" /></a>Peaceful, beautiful creek. <div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Igp-STlzyp-B4__s4BUjd0FAaW1iF2agUiCpdc02jG9nAeVVWYdCGdlJC5E_HCGSp3Lsu8-sgO31eh_E8oivLjRFUiw005LrTkbpLQuRtVgR7kUKe6j8svy6SnNVl2WCGnKbNDhCkqU/s1600/02+Creek.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Igp-STlzyp-B4__s4BUjd0FAaW1iF2agUiCpdc02jG9nAeVVWYdCGdlJC5E_HCGSp3Lsu8-sgO31eh_E8oivLjRFUiw005LrTkbpLQuRtVgR7kUKe6j8svy6SnNVl2WCGnKbNDhCkqU/s400/02+Creek.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622591883542026978" /></a>The dudes weren't sure how to take in all this tranquility.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnDplqsp6jx5Hl5SCvkZMQu-RZb3Nj7LCy9CfmKJT0WTVu-oXGZpq3Z-oTpVj8WdE6zTx5gAySgvPO_eRqD4ruRbjLouWGjtKQ2ITQSfFaejfT0DKOtXNjeTbjPYAr8bMl-vDi-qrRrU/s1600/03+Dude+Bridge.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnDplqsp6jx5Hl5SCvkZMQu-RZb3Nj7LCy9CfmKJT0WTVu-oXGZpq3Z-oTpVj8WdE6zTx5gAySgvPO_eRqD4ruRbjLouWGjtKQ2ITQSfFaejfT0DKOtXNjeTbjPYAr8bMl-vDi-qrRrU/s400/03+Dude+Bridge.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622591723983749122" /></a>So, we headed back to unload the Ocean's "Trailer of Chaos" - these dudes haven't learned the science of Trailer Tetris yet. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibjSc_qQQacw_cAET91OceNvs6-m10lE7d_p4CaNQthLk-OX_PHQ6AKQv38MM3atYHaV2HK5Bp5JxMsAnLSInDeyg3RGHV_Fn3a1or_3W36L9BsKEndHdOJCZY1oDBRbq1mzYS3m7NKjQ/s1600/04+Ocean+Trailer.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibjSc_qQQacw_cAET91OceNvs6-m10lE7d_p4CaNQthLk-OX_PHQ6AKQv38MM3atYHaV2HK5Bp5JxMsAnLSInDeyg3RGHV_Fn3a1or_3W36L9BsKEndHdOJCZY1oDBRbq1mzYS3m7NKjQ/s400/04+Ocean+Trailer.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622591569986642626" /></a>Bologna crowd - a wild bunch.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9mBb9AxTPlWttCJ_D7FOCwQOxslOiUDKSJn9hVdEoosO0SWFch8-RqpDiCOo1wEDcUTiva9fw3pgKJoOhI-edpR688O-ZXNi1Mhi3budde2ymCNY-yC-Ey0kHD1LRRtZeNe6E3cpIOE8/s1600/05+Bologna+Crowd.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9mBb9AxTPlWttCJ_D7FOCwQOxslOiUDKSJn9hVdEoosO0SWFch8-RqpDiCOo1wEDcUTiva9fw3pgKJoOhI-edpR688O-ZXNi1Mhi3budde2ymCNY-yC-Ey0kHD1LRRtZeNe6E3cpIOE8/s400/05+Bologna+Crowd.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622591412963025106" /></a>Danny Intronaut and Tour Manager Marco caught in a tender embrace. Not sure what was going here, but you can smell the love.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3E_JVTE2MD78BUSrNUvQFrbUpRFrKyDpEThyphenhyphenfAwkjEI9p-3KAyMcRKAf_pbFms7XrS4Bew3puW-V2lCGzVK3_HkGNc5-If76wNfdy6S9md7blnutJOs8oR8ZgScSCdO47NjJ3P0BO1Ew/s1600/06+Dude+Love.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3E_JVTE2MD78BUSrNUvQFrbUpRFrKyDpEThyphenhyphenfAwkjEI9p-3KAyMcRKAf_pbFms7XrS4Bew3puW-V2lCGzVK3_HkGNc5-If76wNfdy6S9md7blnutJOs8oR8ZgScSCdO47NjJ3P0BO1Ew/s400/06+Dude+Love.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622591290826083938" /></a>Even in Italy, NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, <b>NO DICE!! </b> </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgROqH9IAwvTRKr8aGr_P6jB3VEVpgiXU0Yzg-fqUCSRURVdjDOUxB92jCjWlsRKPCbxV2KgeT31xGwz58Y57gzDVBDUJAcOWocZmkJtbD5WMR9978r1poIgNh15lx7NgKa8EVyj0hlmlQ/s1600/07+No+Shirt%252C+No+Shoes%252C+No+DICE.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgROqH9IAwvTRKr8aGr_P6jB3VEVpgiXU0Yzg-fqUCSRURVdjDOUxB92jCjWlsRKPCbxV2KgeT31xGwz58Y57gzDVBDUJAcOWocZmkJtbD5WMR9978r1poIgNh15lx7NgKa8EVyj0hlmlQ/s400/07+No+Shirt%252C+No+Shoes%252C+No+DICE.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622591137861366610" /></a>Trieste, Italy. This place is awesome. Right on the water - the Adriatic, I believe - and super pretty. It seemed kinda touristy, but not shaved chest, Oakly blades, wet t-shirt touristy, more old lady sippin' on wine in the street touristy. I like.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Ch5CQ-Ga4KrIF25kHiFRrJtGcJJQPR_OoIAjh-ElVmOcgUcAKYfrvpSw1Kax4Az3dAXm17eYdpNeBlRBDd1f1GYG-TLe8zD36lSEGkeDodNpTgJA8wnHZK_mSWFnaEZv0KzHim-keUE/s1600/08+Trieste+Buildings.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Ch5CQ-Ga4KrIF25kHiFRrJtGcJJQPR_OoIAjh-ElVmOcgUcAKYfrvpSw1Kax4Az3dAXm17eYdpNeBlRBDd1f1GYG-TLe8zD36lSEGkeDodNpTgJA8wnHZK_mSWFnaEZv0KzHim-keUE/s400/08+Trieste+Buildings.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622590960506953858" /></a>So, Martin, Louis and I hit the town for some sight seeing/ street drinking. CLASSY street drinking - not pounding Four Loco under the bridge street drinking.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsm_-jct17TnzJd1m46Je_XS5T526EB-KRNkB5cuq99W_FzMbnZve4SrjEG6VWuMT-oVgNPqJmbr74WJOzLcbXkpFpd7WfmHGrGNdMJLfEhMcMUBMhZ9BId6dz46_yZ7ExLcY_5cI4Mu8/s1600/09+Street+Drinking.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsm_-jct17TnzJd1m46Je_XS5T526EB-KRNkB5cuq99W_FzMbnZve4SrjEG6VWuMT-oVgNPqJmbr74WJOzLcbXkpFpd7WfmHGrGNdMJLfEhMcMUBMhZ9BId6dz46_yZ7ExLcY_5cI4Mu8/s400/09+Street+Drinking.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622587042341590882" /></a>Some boats right behind the venue.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53M-vqtKmxuj287GJeNdHJs8_pbjMYuUrxyNz0jMc2gwEbOINwCOVffD70nbQla6iwsAIOYWqdLZHuKf-1YBCSXgDPDl1vpl-3ToEt__pzI6ovjq05Mkz8fhrQFQLiG0fIT2TwpdKSXI/s1600/10+Boats.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53M-vqtKmxuj287GJeNdHJs8_pbjMYuUrxyNz0jMc2gwEbOINwCOVffD70nbQla6iwsAIOYWqdLZHuKf-1YBCSXgDPDl1vpl-3ToEt__pzI6ovjq05Mkz8fhrQFQLiG0fIT2TwpdKSXI/s400/10+Boats.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622586863170537714" /></a>Trieste crowd.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8IMQArwzmsYU3r6qe-6TQwW8fqMJ_tZiC9f9CB03o0AaM4bu_PXY2H3uOBG6Wa2gIkewn1OS8DarvSr6sxXjiLcRssBCfAetGKzjdjyrzmGShbBUEJyWx8e3ZNLy1IRVW-sMTF0O-QXU/s1600/11+Trieste+Crowd.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8IMQArwzmsYU3r6qe-6TQwW8fqMJ_tZiC9f9CB03o0AaM4bu_PXY2H3uOBG6Wa2gIkewn1OS8DarvSr6sxXjiLcRssBCfAetGKzjdjyrzmGShbBUEJyWx8e3ZNLy1IRVW-sMTF0O-QXU/s400/11+Trieste+Crowd.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622586549638240642" /></a>Trieste really was the shit. Great homemade food, super nice folks and a BEAUTIFUL setting. It was also the only chance we had on tour to swim, and swimming in salt water is the jam! Big thanks to Joe Intronaut for teaching me how to dive. Summer of firsts!!</div><div><br /></div><div>SHOTS!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQTz33AwygrAxwjqffNGIIKkTuE_yBOGicRpC4hDkewoYHbgMIyJwEmk4QUFusv8YV4G_fFuxe2ftHPpcEwXIHDqauRmTJjleorfCKky9gndt5UzEsnprNpj9rSbe7sAohnjYT9JknrDE/s1600/12+Cheerses.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQTz33AwygrAxwjqffNGIIKkTuE_yBOGicRpC4hDkewoYHbgMIyJwEmk4QUFusv8YV4G_fFuxe2ftHPpcEwXIHDqauRmTJjleorfCKky9gndt5UzEsnprNpj9rSbe7sAohnjYT9JknrDE/s400/12+Cheerses.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622586384407648290" /></a>Stuttgart, Germany. Holy shit. THIS was my all time favorite meal of the tour. I think? You can't tell from this photo, but trust me - everyone was freaking out over this. The sweet girl that made this meal for us also offered up wine from here father's vineyard. SO GOOD!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTieXxz99pMaTTr06sSZ5NRXMg427edrOUeC3ptoFrF1fq2W-B31WuWtrOpQ9CYES0l3ukVWZ_76xGmDytmat62VMelm3uO40j_MGujLeJ9vmACF-kwcSEz0IERb5A99q12CS_XgABRo/s1600/12+Stuttgart+Meal.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTieXxz99pMaTTr06sSZ5NRXMg427edrOUeC3ptoFrF1fq2W-B31WuWtrOpQ9CYES0l3ukVWZ_76xGmDytmat62VMelm3uO40j_MGujLeJ9vmACF-kwcSEz0IERb5A99q12CS_XgABRo/s400/12+Stuttgart+Meal.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622586185127542242" /></a>What are these things called?!? I want them every day! Some meaty goodness wrapped in some other goodness fried up and served with grilled onions... Oh my goodness.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjumyEJU3JmuWte-qUWyHmkFR63RP-2-2qZsj_9GzyboLLEvPMQ2DdwzYfrp7pBB7nwtiA3qImXq6zUp-7hNyqDRr2053MGx_qTNbxnDfkJBuSkKwOK7oxk_fmg7AmxlpoxmLW8wUbVV6M/s1600/13+Meat+Things.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjumyEJU3JmuWte-qUWyHmkFR63RP-2-2qZsj_9GzyboLLEvPMQ2DdwzYfrp7pBB7nwtiA3qImXq6zUp-7hNyqDRr2053MGx_qTNbxnDfkJBuSkKwOK7oxk_fmg7AmxlpoxmLW8wUbVV6M/s400/13+Meat+Things.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622585925777105250" /></a>Stuttgart crowd. Well, mainly Aaron, but they're back there somewhere.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz9b0uRuhmvccSL17ARqUvovW-Sdbd2eRaBfBh-zUmLCf7FBJy0S4lR82hiRG1pJTNutPoNnPqiws-vSWsgrJmcCev-GGir1vfMTbEw7LwUxL6oNns-Vm7CIVv4WzkrV3FmIPe5ymnsAw/s1600/14+Stuttgart+Crowd.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz9b0uRuhmvccSL17ARqUvovW-Sdbd2eRaBfBh-zUmLCf7FBJy0S4lR82hiRG1pJTNutPoNnPqiws-vSWsgrJmcCev-GGir1vfMTbEw7LwUxL6oNns-Vm7CIVv4WzkrV3FmIPe5ymnsAw/s400/14+Stuttgart+Crowd.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622585731857646978" /></a>Had a blast hanging with these dudes. Woulda remembered your names, too, if you hadn't made me do all those shots!! Good times.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwjLuHs1juDCT20h3cJ63vrhN0DQ-XSQndqNmXccCU7TaarW2Vwlm5swMr9ZAyAZvstjKjxLIATXm7rgPlYhJZxKiNWji8O_ntqbfekjO-flkLs24J-OCoYWCui5SsroRl1IAffHXSZs/s1600/15+Enlisted+Men.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwjLuHs1juDCT20h3cJ63vrhN0DQ-XSQndqNmXccCU7TaarW2Vwlm5swMr9ZAyAZvstjKjxLIATXm7rgPlYhJZxKiNWji8O_ntqbfekjO-flkLs24J-OCoYWCui5SsroRl1IAffHXSZs/s400/15+Enlisted+Men.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622585528303934610" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>More coming soon...</div><div><br /></div><div>Sherman</div>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-72260536338577624082011-06-25T16:09:00.000-07:002011-06-25T16:35:03.933-07:00EUROPE!!!! 6/10 - 6/13<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Salzburg, Austria Crowd shot:</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXWKvo9HPlvtkoSXEvhQr1JhLWIklBiLTh7t5NbJsy53-IcfMiWNUVjSoOMyBfOgmxUWxKa2zA08d1vGZClR9cIvhJZnT2y1GEJm9QEJhTiJ52kuCQKJdo_ezbkpkA8OYy7J3RGgHS1A/s1600/01+Slazburg+Crowd.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXWKvo9HPlvtkoSXEvhQr1JhLWIklBiLTh7t5NbJsy53-IcfMiWNUVjSoOMyBfOgmxUWxKa2zA08d1vGZClR9cIvhJZnT2y1GEJm9QEJhTiJ52kuCQKJdo_ezbkpkA8OYy7J3RGgHS1A/s400/01+Slazburg+Crowd.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622301989863440226" /></a>I don't remember much about Salzburg, but I'm sure it was great. <div><br /></div><div>I TOTALLY remember the next night in Winterthur, Switzerland at Gaswerk! It was AWESOME!!! The Ocean was booked a t a festival, so the rest of us played this club, Gaswerk. Super cool club - friendly folks, great food, showers, LAUNDRY! We felt welcome and relaxed as soon as we got there. We were a bit nervous what the crowd would be like since none of us had played there...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoruVTmM0XRLC_AP76g6mLlmzVAQFK9dxmzmGMTaCADOw9DCB4q3Qgr5UUKt2aMySQTejKuHJAOJuzMGl6qR-LcLJ82k3d83uwc1h70vXNbMRrqAE_r1SVtwdH_7GjcsKyXOgPVmdiy24/s1600/02+Gaswerk+Sign.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoruVTmM0XRLC_AP76g6mLlmzVAQFK9dxmzmGMTaCADOw9DCB4q3Qgr5UUKt2aMySQTejKuHJAOJuzMGl6qR-LcLJ82k3d83uwc1h70vXNbMRrqAE_r1SVtwdH_7GjcsKyXOgPVmdiy24/s400/02+Gaswerk+Sign.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622301793104393778" /></a>And we were TOTALLY STOKED!! The crowd was one of the best, most energetic of the tour.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4mewL4giBGix2Uvme-vE0fCfbnHlSQARLAm6v3QjTsm3hElOL7k2LHE4MeqJUGhU_N52gT3CNB4dcIX5AvgGsJ4gESl_qz0aTr-TL1rVBQ4kOXDGXZUyWWyWbYmngybTG0RA4-pWxfM/s1600/04+Winterthur+Crowd.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4mewL4giBGix2Uvme-vE0fCfbnHlSQARLAm6v3QjTsm3hElOL7k2LHE4MeqJUGhU_N52gT3CNB4dcIX5AvgGsJ4gESl_qz0aTr-TL1rVBQ4kOXDGXZUyWWyWbYmngybTG0RA4-pWxfM/s400/04+Winterthur+Crowd.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622301361743315826" /></a>The great thing about sleeping at the venue is not loading out - just finish your set and start partying. Sometimes things get weird.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOXzOHHbP6KjiDWDDKIeXgWAaKv80aGdYpDV6JH1wqrqPIjoPnbR4flUvATZJu0rpaayIA_m-4LJKtK7Uu29kb5nvtUE52NDuiu_wDMMhwybSzf5r9vS29aYn6NMjEHrGFzyKRe5J60Y/s1600/05+Crazy+Eyes.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOXzOHHbP6KjiDWDDKIeXgWAaKv80aGdYpDV6JH1wqrqPIjoPnbR4flUvATZJu0rpaayIA_m-4LJKtK7Uu29kb5nvtUE52NDuiu_wDMMhwybSzf5r9vS29aYn6NMjEHrGFzyKRe5J60Y/s400/05+Crazy+Eyes.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622301184800042034" /></a>And when things get weird, the next day you just gotta sit on the dock, stare at the clouds and take deep breaths. It was a good night.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimxiW6YqDPgKZizyi4l2GM9JxjPfukz1f71vcu7I9JF4UcqxuKCpgKEUW4qf5-XABZuQSk5IOazLmrxUUhkLdQQOxdliWA7qliHjoV5ednknXY10MhhMmg2d4UCehSFiWnXnpZLHpYW2k/s1600/06+Sittin+on+the+Dock.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimxiW6YqDPgKZizyi4l2GM9JxjPfukz1f71vcu7I9JF4UcqxuKCpgKEUW4qf5-XABZuQSk5IOazLmrxUUhkLdQQOxdliWA7qliHjoV5ednknXY10MhhMmg2d4UCehSFiWnXnpZLHpYW2k/s400/06+Sittin+on+the+Dock.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622301085316479714" /></a>Munich crowd. Don't remember much about this night either. I heard tale of a food fight which was evidenced by sticky floors in the morning, but I missed it. Kids these days.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-_NryDL174M3JhxZnQDj_VTRzf5dG6DEzDgbDEKfcgq6hKsyzWUPn9rzUBxklGT2zTzZHTM0Rk3ErEyIw-kQsFqaU6EgbiKF26FM-XFbHXzTHKhOAJSosct_9v1xEbfZZzsZUIfTvks/s1600/07+Munich+Crowd.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-_NryDL174M3JhxZnQDj_VTRzf5dG6DEzDgbDEKfcgq6hKsyzWUPn9rzUBxklGT2zTzZHTM0Rk3ErEyIw-kQsFqaU6EgbiKF26FM-XFbHXzTHKhOAJSosct_9v1xEbfZZzsZUIfTvks/s400/07+Munich+Crowd.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622300707254390610" /></a>Milano, Italy. Finally some good pizza!!!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6l0Qc7Ig49K66wbbwfZUW83cdVdiBcRryPVLjxH97mBG6eDhYZbeke_o1ldKH4oYOGmIxfcnjV_kcoqHTPFBrhPpDr3ehq7hNotb2VSdyz3D6XA-gN2DN8S3QmMRjZ6o2zcrYQoSw-ak/s1600/08+Milano+Pizza.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6l0Qc7Ig49K66wbbwfZUW83cdVdiBcRryPVLjxH97mBG6eDhYZbeke_o1ldKH4oYOGmIxfcnjV_kcoqHTPFBrhPpDr3ehq7hNotb2VSdyz3D6XA-gN2DN8S3QmMRjZ6o2zcrYQoSw-ak/s400/08+Milano+Pizza.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622299386721181394" /></a>That's the kinda pizza oven I like to see.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYFRolr9vv-GEJQzjs3Ca7yhBvoNWPnKzs0MM-Iqsn8R8FrwuiHPZndxKxGArqYvMrqcIzVEf8c9lUUo3K2_4hayjFiJQ4SPhBddg5kuTstp8wLCoy5oriiCZMMyuk1l-0BadJ1P_HFA/s1600/09+Brick+Oven.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYFRolr9vv-GEJQzjs3Ca7yhBvoNWPnKzs0MM-Iqsn8R8FrwuiHPZndxKxGArqYvMrqcIzVEf8c9lUUo3K2_4hayjFiJQ4SPhBddg5kuTstp8wLCoy5oriiCZMMyuk1l-0BadJ1P_HFA/s400/09+Brick+Oven.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622299213921462706" /></a>Another super energetic crowd, and one of my favorites on the tour. Can't wait to get back there!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81WZ3R91ewMwBG0ErQNU7uGlt01bLqWpGuHGv__H7PORMGJK7dBgemUJ7Xp2hzk1oB2sK5stK2CwQ48TDhKBu_DIzx5drmPe3PypXnSw8FpNS8Si7yfbJHjHBs3aieNNUBETmeAJCM7g/s1600/10+Milano+Crowd.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81WZ3R91ewMwBG0ErQNU7uGlt01bLqWpGuHGv__H7PORMGJK7dBgemUJ7Xp2hzk1oB2sK5stK2CwQ48TDhKBu_DIzx5drmPe3PypXnSw8FpNS8Si7yfbJHjHBs3aieNNUBETmeAJCM7g/s400/10+Milano+Crowd.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622298998994068962" /></a>More to come.. trying to get caught up quick.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sherman.</div>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684691327011001587.post-50253793379322379522011-06-11T10:39:00.001-07:002011-06-11T12:18:07.810-07:00EUROPE!!!! 6/6 - 6/9Liepzig, Germany. Every night we get fed, which is awesome. But some nights we get fed SUPER well! Tonight was one of those nights. I tried to take it easy and not eat too much before the show, but every single thing they offered was amazing. Growing up in the southern US of A, I've had my fare share of fall-off-the-bone chicken, and this was up there with the best of them. Food!!<div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjEcrAAlTILucv_-XeHSd5KTJGuQWQ8Zt-StSC3ovImVYi_3u19SepX5PLeSO23oDJEUpLCJiXCATMAIw2LK_ZCSAISbs_Nco-jdNzH5Lg3qvZmf2ZsByf5E2XXtqHOrlo4sfPw1-lD8/s1600/01+-+Leipzig+Food.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjEcrAAlTILucv_-XeHSd5KTJGuQWQ8Zt-StSC3ovImVYi_3u19SepX5PLeSO23oDJEUpLCJiXCATMAIw2LK_ZCSAISbs_Nco-jdNzH5Lg3qvZmf2ZsByf5E2XXtqHOrlo4sfPw1-lD8/s400/01+-+Leipzig+Food.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617038039684697890" /></a>Leipzig crowd.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguXo2NPUaa7wEvIZ22GMM5clZYwDM1U-NXeRy_G-BwUAoPB7SWsMgBGdoeO0uRvPsqmRyMFXZ86dB_9wGlBWAX_B4BrF10CL2wgxB9PYKu2yrHeLWRc_oT3yAmp4uaISOjw6Bf39QBxHw/s1600/02+-+Leipzig+Crowd.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguXo2NPUaa7wEvIZ22GMM5clZYwDM1U-NXeRy_G-BwUAoPB7SWsMgBGdoeO0uRvPsqmRyMFXZ86dB_9wGlBWAX_B4BrF10CL2wgxB9PYKu2yrHeLWRc_oT3yAmp4uaISOjw6Bf39QBxHw/s400/02+-+Leipzig+Crowd.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617037366607521362" /></a>Bratislava, Slovakia. In case you didn't know, the Randal Club is a "live & wild rock 'n' roll music club. For reals, y'all.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgT9FelBUp6kdbASkXnZqKE8rq6dBbEkvmeh9nT4CUgRcRDQRe9F66LsWGTQvuPVMmqwVEV_bW5XSl4DLvqb-f0UdnWA85-GwZ4zQlougdr0sS7el0znt3rdLAXNmQNz3i8As_XfnVQKk/s1600/03-+Randal+Club%252C+Bratislava.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgT9FelBUp6kdbASkXnZqKE8rq6dBbEkvmeh9nT4CUgRcRDQRe9F66LsWGTQvuPVMmqwVEV_bW5XSl4DLvqb-f0UdnWA85-GwZ4zQlougdr0sS7el0znt3rdLAXNmQNz3i8As_XfnVQKk/s400/03-+Randal+Club%252C+Bratislava.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617036873474820482" /></a>Another awesome spread of bread, meat and cheese awaits us! </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOGYMy6raQC5bCgw95yFMNU28tRe0BqKYHH_9jyTPZDtg5mPCq-IWPNcuFPGuD_EdCOZGgVx7rnIvO7uwWeqEj6erTWdlCDbdt4-y0zbMkDuvRiFJ-CBXnRi5GEdGkFbjzAQdRVHl1lY/s1600/04+-+Bratislava+Bread+%2526+Cheese.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOGYMy6raQC5bCgw95yFMNU28tRe0BqKYHH_9jyTPZDtg5mPCq-IWPNcuFPGuD_EdCOZGgVx7rnIvO7uwWeqEj6erTWdlCDbdt4-y0zbMkDuvRiFJ-CBXnRi5GEdGkFbjzAQdRVHl1lY/s400/04+-+Bratislava+Bread+%2526+Cheese.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617036305479534802" /></a>Earthship ruling it.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3oP58MjqU8mg3yrIB3RsZv0KtD3URK5P679X6yHtzEpQ0n4j8pdZ2p7CidDzVPQxvpq6bvs3CnKiYhzbOrM23kS23HpZrpuNkewG3AMEcBV-FDOT_Ybix1vXvbUBl26OVQJzz4FJJ4Ew/s1600/05+-+Earthship.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3oP58MjqU8mg3yrIB3RsZv0KtD3URK5P679X6yHtzEpQ0n4j8pdZ2p7CidDzVPQxvpq6bvs3CnKiYhzbOrM23kS23HpZrpuNkewG3AMEcBV-FDOT_Ybix1vXvbUBl26OVQJzz4FJJ4Ew/s400/05+-+Earthship.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617035511978776578" /></a>Bratislava crowd. Sorry, bros - forgot to turn on the flash!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitXlQwFjXilxzJ24aaLw4VGxiWVxuOWCoQn9tp2tjDFs9VsMhxJOGc_tIb8J71vHntQMW2BR_fPsRRmAfdQYpYruFFEtpYlbWWtbItdzzpLhK09pDMFMqjblxOuUy7FCAw9vKJwy8WBMw/s1600/06+-+Bratislava+Crowd+BLURRY%2521.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitXlQwFjXilxzJ24aaLw4VGxiWVxuOWCoQn9tp2tjDFs9VsMhxJOGc_tIb8J71vHntQMW2BR_fPsRRmAfdQYpYruFFEtpYlbWWtbItdzzpLhK09pDMFMqjblxOuUy7FCAw9vKJwy8WBMw/s400/06+-+Bratislava+Crowd+BLURRY%2521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617034473616366210" /></a>Louis (The Ocean) takes the stage to the crowd and blows minds.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpG7FSFWJAmtTMyTLyOPmkhOVraGyVZvJwF5q3ltSYF3l4fwwqojKT3FTZegCICYXkG9-DKuMTFYbuLVLNoFIoVurNnkBPqH7GJr6rCqvyzC8xM17ozd9UAO0Frk-FfB6jHZhTZsckEXQ/s1600/08+-+Louis+Crowd+Rock.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpG7FSFWJAmtTMyTLyOPmkhOVraGyVZvJwF5q3ltSYF3l4fwwqojKT3FTZegCICYXkG9-DKuMTFYbuLVLNoFIoVurNnkBPqH7GJr6rCqvyzC8xM17ozd9UAO0Frk-FfB6jHZhTZsckEXQ/s400/08+-+Louis+Crowd+Rock.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617033692007618546" /></a>These dudes couldn't stay awake. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihAwMWn_kQCpjAcGPjifAXGrf3_3mlR5eePjKo-auyeUJEdQynnbGug0cKSMhAcnHCje4g9audg1vpRYS1SoiQVM9F1GkED1leJFktU8zM-bT3pRJpYP1jVgwETp6ABxX5cCPAqRhunVk/s1600/09+-+Passed+out+dudes.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihAwMWn_kQCpjAcGPjifAXGrf3_3mlR5eePjKo-auyeUJEdQynnbGug0cKSMhAcnHCje4g9audg1vpRYS1SoiQVM9F1GkED1leJFktU8zM-bT3pRJpYP1jVgwETp6ABxX5cCPAqRhunVk/s400/09+-+Passed+out+dudes.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617032757749047090" /></a>The worst "tequila" in the world! DO NOT DRINK. Trust us!!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq2dx0zMEjJbhuEuBLwNqVOIUMZgtQ4xTelCsaGLW396Mse7XiSLdYbfSFtGbOz80M1GEDI75yq0l2Eyahyphenhyphen8EER9pf5R1MtPc3Jw03gI2xcAm8APz1A6JkujiP5Woj592TqGBDoaSfMf8/s1600/10+-+Worst+Tequila+Ever.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq2dx0zMEjJbhuEuBLwNqVOIUMZgtQ4xTelCsaGLW396Mse7XiSLdYbfSFtGbOz80M1GEDI75yq0l2Eyahyphenhyphen8EER9pf5R1MtPc3Jw03gI2xcAm8APz1A6JkujiP5Woj592TqGBDoaSfMf8/s400/10+-+Worst+Tequila+Ever.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617031888339853634" /></a>Wien, Austria. TOTALLY AWESOME. The Arena is a huge compound with at least four stages and tons of rad people doing rad shit. Super fun night. Too fun... </div><div><br /></div><div>Wien crowd.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3kCgq54_LGDWokAsLcdRf2ZcFGqoH2S8o7H35nrVQuAeteduydMwrvzrkEz6u_Qss17zkPIKE7l6iZUoarP-nydrZjhJ-Dua0Bf_n-2dCutRS0SKif-UjBXzntdSTvuQThvtBsFP34bY/s1600/12+Wien+Crowd+v.2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3kCgq54_LGDWokAsLcdRf2ZcFGqoH2S8o7H35nrVQuAeteduydMwrvzrkEz6u_Qss17zkPIKE7l6iZUoarP-nydrZjhJ-Dua0Bf_n-2dCutRS0SKif-UjBXzntdSTvuQThvtBsFP34bY/s400/12+Wien+Crowd+v.2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617031138676764946" /></a>It was so hot, Aaron had to relax in the cool down lounge for a bit. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpATKsvEvB5dnah63bYJyFRSxQdIzT4y1mj5XqwtjfivwN052XwmPi3I7-VICSE0Z69duv0FIriNNGu7eFtC_DhWstXUP-G1GcF8QqywvY_wPcc-Q76cmZLDyHzZNQijF9XaySSFBhsyM/s1600/13+-+Aaron+Cooldown+Lounge.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpATKsvEvB5dnah63bYJyFRSxQdIzT4y1mj5XqwtjfivwN052XwmPi3I7-VICSE0Z69duv0FIriNNGu7eFtC_DhWstXUP-G1GcF8QqywvY_wPcc-Q76cmZLDyHzZNQijF9XaySSFBhsyM/s400/13+-+Aaron+Cooldown+Lounge.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617030591390406786" /></a>Our "day off" the following day in Wien consisted of us following our new bro, Thomas, around the city to see some sights and drink some brews.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisf_cq1sHtS2rz0dZI7Bg-kTnQd-NzyCEH0FRLeMdMJOtdm2NuFcplCA-Of6Om91EoDs1R5MTq-y75uvtREfpyLrhGGUBqRLok4UvfOF8zdb5t_MbZzk9FPYG6z24lAHvHo98LttkDl2Q/s1600/14+-+Follow+the+leader.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisf_cq1sHtS2rz0dZI7Bg-kTnQd-NzyCEH0FRLeMdMJOtdm2NuFcplCA-Of6Om91EoDs1R5MTq-y75uvtREfpyLrhGGUBqRLok4UvfOF8zdb5t_MbZzk9FPYG6z24lAHvHo98LttkDl2Q/s400/14+-+Follow+the+leader.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617029994083680706" /></a>First stop was a brewery that offered killer Wienerschnitzel and potato salad. I wish every time somebody said "potato salad", this is what they were talking about!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGsdmFobwfe8Rkxzij7KlFkJxnP4kBWSGLbofJfRzFcCrzhvMl7C_mIAFdyQiXdU8Mbm8dP1VQ8rifRW8jVfj4b3N6ck0t4eNI9YxiEj56ATfEZv5BpLOM3mZiouiEL4b80IuNI2IKzA/s1600/15+-+Wienerschnitzel%2521.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGsdmFobwfe8Rkxzij7KlFkJxnP4kBWSGLbofJfRzFcCrzhvMl7C_mIAFdyQiXdU8Mbm8dP1VQ8rifRW8jVfj4b3N6ck0t4eNI9YxiEj56ATfEZv5BpLOM3mZiouiEL4b80IuNI2IKzA/s400/15+-+Wienerschnitzel%2521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617029400909685730" /></a>Freshly brewed beers!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV681JobI5ZHJInbZJMgg6tnFXpRqu15-GsHI5Q1B9QzQ6N4BliD-87uqeorx6Yqj9dYuET5ReEDEL6zXKelYRFeebm0W20DKu0H6ad5_UYX9XJxsq5jyio8UElOvAQKVqyksgFp7E1Us/s1600/16+-+Fresh+beer.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV681JobI5ZHJInbZJMgg6tnFXpRqu15-GsHI5Q1B9QzQ6N4BliD-87uqeorx6Yqj9dYuET5ReEDEL6zXKelYRFeebm0W20DKu0H6ad5_UYX9XJxsq5jyio8UElOvAQKVqyksgFp7E1Us/s400/16+-+Fresh+beer.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617028795508549778" /></a>Another round before hitting the road...</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFu41TnvCQPqa14lm1xOor2JfFC5eEe9uBv_13bKPaZ_p6S8h7sp_nXAS5vKHKcyxElDNQt8KXK6bXaRdE22Nwm-uKBTg5rrTbXjmgejAUPNdvks9btMpVtc9JURHbO30738jBb-fIpYA/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFu41TnvCQPqa14lm1xOor2JfFC5eEe9uBv_13bKPaZ_p6S8h7sp_nXAS5vKHKcyxElDNQt8KXK6bXaRdE22Nwm-uKBTg5rrTbXjmgejAUPNdvks9btMpVtc9JURHbO30738jBb-fIpYA/s400/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617028116645709378" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Seeing sights makes you thirsty. I decided to class this one up with a glass of Austria's finest white.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNHx303pjrRpVAfFzu281TG-2ZnTs8VlElLWNim3b2tspriIH_j_coA6csW6Q0LZ_xmXdv3wuLHJCorMQcNqU4ywhEUmMHPH3An4iCMhgvmw7MuTKzgtrkMSLf0-Wp6FW9_Z8SVV8HOLE/s1600/18+-+Cheers+w+wine.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNHx303pjrRpVAfFzu281TG-2ZnTs8VlElLWNim3b2tspriIH_j_coA6csW6Q0LZ_xmXdv3wuLHJCorMQcNqU4ywhEUmMHPH3An4iCMhgvmw7MuTKzgtrkMSLf0-Wp6FW9_Z8SVV8HOLE/s400/18+-+Cheers+w+wine.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617025822440574098" /></a><br />Ok, another cool bar we must stop at!</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEins2SJTT0iaTKm81UhlE67JMrX5cmfJT1arf05R4johSA9KnwR8I10dHQI3V63zhfJcHa769jLc2uwiuBkDus9248mAwDvrS4rDBoyDCEYw6Fwio_0XI57-ThyphenhyphenKpfA-dfHko5V9A0eUZU/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEins2SJTT0iaTKm81UhlE67JMrX5cmfJT1arf05R4johSA9KnwR8I10dHQI3V63zhfJcHa769jLc2uwiuBkDus9248mAwDvrS4rDBoyDCEYw6Fwio_0XI57-ThyphenhyphenKpfA-dfHko5V9A0eUZU/s400/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617025149463140274" /></a>"Hey, does horse meat taste good?" "YES! Let's get some!" "OK!"</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lSDiW9bVZPuFVf-LKg8dhd9i_qdafC56AIURKDOq6dXf3K5KD5sBKUB44ZGUiHuvYJ74OmGxdZ-1DjyKgx-D8gSRMbLx_4AVtfZCpAg8OM9v53MFsJvqf3Pkuv2le5itV6fHhJRc5ME/s1600/17+-+Bryan+Horse.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lSDiW9bVZPuFVf-LKg8dhd9i_qdafC56AIURKDOq6dXf3K5KD5sBKUB44ZGUiHuvYJ74OmGxdZ-1DjyKgx-D8gSRMbLx_4AVtfZCpAg8OM9v53MFsJvqf3Pkuv2le5itV6fHhJRc5ME/s400/17+-+Bryan+Horse.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617027453144755234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>Horse meat sandwich. FOR REAL! Pretty damn good! Taste like hot dog.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_nRR7uqMbuaO_Ywg_ppKZTOvzLx8OePsagv1G-pzw7C-h8qiaEuCbQnNtK92aMGmDEzKcDCTqZbmy8Rpj6hxH0BRtXOiZ7J8-ilH87Sc0UkwCkPkl0J9tfqaJPpGxtayN-0vy6muotjQ/s1600/Horse.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_nRR7uqMbuaO_Ywg_ppKZTOvzLx8OePsagv1G-pzw7C-h8qiaEuCbQnNtK92aMGmDEzKcDCTqZbmy8Rpj6hxH0BRtXOiZ7J8-ilH87Sc0UkwCkPkl0J9tfqaJPpGxtayN-0vy6muotjQ/s400/Horse.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617024767027573890" /></a>This is where you get a horse meat sandwich for about 2 euro.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSvh3x2X02lVMWlf1nubbmdUbZ9M1RqLZjdWZNvcptL2-QHzf4VN3_-BPNEkJJbbhbBuS-V5tdRc_1AnBxtcpU4EbMrI5cJzGfR2Cmc5AZvXdK0aWcmSj7TlQp1JbU7Yd92BJtYVvbKY/s1600/19+-+Horse+place.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeSvh3x2X02lVMWlf1nubbmdUbZ9M1RqLZjdWZNvcptL2-QHzf4VN3_-BPNEkJJbbhbBuS-V5tdRc_1AnBxtcpU4EbMrI5cJzGfR2Cmc5AZvXdK0aWcmSj7TlQp1JbU7Yd92BJtYVvbKY/s400/19+-+Horse+place.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617022103973118114" /></a>Let's stop at this cool bar in the subway, for another round!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigdVDX0Jpn9tjCWyiojQZ5SCkTuj1GzbfVuNjR-qYnDi4jb-gGBGKxgF2nnJcTVsxlUptn8ogCQTRzLw1RnXg6utNO4OCeIdgrlaqON4fE-vQcz_68CspakCgGgodBjhTACHG1da-gZqI/s1600/20+-+Cheers+subway.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigdVDX0Jpn9tjCWyiojQZ5SCkTuj1GzbfVuNjR-qYnDi4jb-gGBGKxgF2nnJcTVsxlUptn8ogCQTRzLw1RnXg6utNO4OCeIdgrlaqON4fE-vQcz_68CspakCgGgodBjhTACHG1da-gZqI/s400/20+-+Cheers+subway.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617021564276052690" /></a>Oh, yeah - our new bro, Thomas, also hooked us up with a pick up show at the Viper Room Vienna (no relation, I think). All our tour mates came out and we partied. Good times! THANKS THOMAS!!!!!!!!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0aGMuK26DAjM5YV82BNFoBHo4P_26Yiawmz7l_eLvQRJOjusKb3ohjDEFdtZjyH8_1yx_RKCVCK6I1PqCt-_lUZwPFMzBVTePaPRFtRXXGQBs36Vxonzs70st_EMmUw4lhKJlZJ7YgwE/s1600/21+-+Wien+xtra+show+crowd.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0aGMuK26DAjM5YV82BNFoBHo4P_26Yiawmz7l_eLvQRJOjusKb3ohjDEFdtZjyH8_1yx_RKCVCK6I1PqCt-_lUZwPFMzBVTePaPRFtRXXGQBs36Vxonzs70st_EMmUw4lhKJlZJ7YgwE/s400/21+-+Wien+xtra+show+crowd.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617019222419227218" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Red Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06438506672715424036noreply@blogger.com3