RED FANG

I met up with the boys the next day and we loaded in for an early show at the Echo, which went off surprisingly well considering the doors were at 6:00. I didn’t think our type of crowd was up that early. I know we wouldn’t have been unless it was our show, shit, I forgot there was an eleven am until this tour started. Anywho, Jared was happy to see his van back in one piece. That was until we told him that there was no gas in it. We told him that in lieu of gas we’d pay for all the drinks he could put down in the time it took Bryan to name every city in the world. Little did he know that Bryan was once in a freak accident involving a radioactive globe and now has the ability to do that in less than three seconds. He wasn’t amused. Thanks again Jared, we love you buddy! —Coyle Tour To Live!

Los Angeles, it goes by many names to many people: Lala land, the big apple the wind city, Bridgetown, America’s dairy land, big sky country… But one thing is for sure, it’s where many dreams come true and way more are shattered into tiny tear-stained pieces. We were sure that by the time the show was over we would be in a jet made of solid diamond, reviewing a new unprecedented record contract that gave the band every cent made from each release as long as the record company got the pleasure of putting their name on the record. Oh yeah—and we’d be on our way to a lobster lunch with the King of Europe. That didn’t pan out, so we started making other plans. Bryan wasted no time and started training for the Ultimate Fighting Championship: Heiges and Sera started practicing for a roll in the next Tim Burton movie. And Jared made some calls about becoming a Chia pet model. I was kinda banking on the whole gold jet thing… —Coyle Tour To Live!