RED FANG

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...

For those of you who don't know, Stumptown is a killer coffee roaster here in Portland run by a rad dude named Duane . This year, for their 11th anniversary party, Duane rented out Berbati's Pan, filled it with employees and pals, and had Baroness , Kylesa , and us kick out some jams. It was fucking awesome. Thanks, Duane!!

John’s battery died right as he went to take the crowd shot, so instead here is a drawing of the boys on stage by a nice lady who’s name I can not remember. I know, total dick move. The adventure started early on when we stopped for gas at a small town in southern Washington. We were waiting for the bathroom and kept hearing strange yelping noises and what sounded like someone hitting a small bell with an oversized hammer. It took a couple of minutes to figure out that is the man in the phone booth across the parking lot. From what we could figure out his love life had shit the bed, causing him to repeatedly bash the headset of the phone into the receiver and scream, “Where the fuck did you sleep last night!?” Over and over again. Maybe the huge Meth Watch sign on the way into town should have tipped us off… The show was great. Been looking forward to seeing Bison B.C. for a while now and they didn’t disappoint. Brutal awesomeness (Wow, awesomeness is a word? No spell check. Huh.) Any...