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New York to Joliet

Man, I’ve been slacking on this blogging thing this tour. It’s not that I don’t want to tell you about our amazing adventures as we pillage the countryside, it’s just that there hasn’t been that many adventures to speak of. This tour has a great line-up, totally bitchin’ folks and great rooms but the drives have been brutal. Far bigger than a normal tour. Sure, every tour has a couple that make you cringe, but the amount of road we have to cover daily would have even the most road-scarred trucker calling his meth dealer. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no bitching coming from this camp, it’s just that I really don’t have much to tell you about unless you want to hear about how bad David’s farts smell or how a little piece of you dies when you catch yourself getting excited about truck stops that have diet Mt. Dew on the gun.

Here I’ll give you a couple examples of what usually happens on tour and what’s happening this time around:

New York, NY 3/25/11

Every other tour: Roll into town, grab a slice, write a Tony winning broadway play, speak at the U. N. about the effects of Bono on South Africa, play a show, jump in the time machine, meet up with Dee Dee and the boys at CBGB’s, pose for Warhol portraits, get twelve hours sleep, head to next gig.

This tour: Roll into town, play show, get back in the van, head to next gig.


Cleveland, OH 3/26/11
Every other tour: Roll into town, grab a slaw dog, induction ceremony at the rock and roll hall of fame (again), pick up game with Lebron, play a show, jump in the time machine, catch a DEVO set, get twenty-hours of sleep, head to next gig.

This tour: Roll into town, play show, get back in the van, head to next gig.


Joliet, Ill 3/27/11
Every other tour: Roll in to town, grab a Kuma’s burger, head to a Wrigley field for a NLCS game six and try to catch a foul ball, kick it with Ferris Bueller, punch Chadcago in the dick, play a show, Jump in the time machine, catch a Howling Wolf/ Muddy Waters set, get fifty-three hours of sleep, head to the next gig.

This tour: Roll into town, play show, get back in the van, head to next gig.

—Coyle

Tour To Live!

On a serious note, anyone that was at the last couple shows might have noticed that Bryan wasn’t with us. He had a family emergency and had to miss a couple shows. We would like to send our love and thoughts towards his family. He will be back with us starting tonight (in Kansas).

Comments

  1. Chasing a bus is pure hell. Never ever again. In fact, can I just borrow that time machine so I never had to do it the first time?

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  2. sad to say was the first time i heard of you, fucking awesome show in Ill. picked up the CD, have a safe trip on the rest of the tour.

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  3. Try Touring Canada!
    Talk about being on the road for some brutal stretches...However long it may be it still beats working a normal day job!

    Keep up the wicked sound guys.

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