RED FANG

Bremen, Germany 1/18/12 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. Brussels, Belgium 1/19/12 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. But no such luck. So instead I want to take this time to introduce you to our dri...

Stockholm, Sweden 1/14/12 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. Then I thought maybe afte...