RED FANG

Well 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. 11/5/11 Portland. OR. 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: 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… 11/6/11 Seattle, WA. 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!...

I’ve been sitting here for the last three days trying to figure out how to tie the last three shows together and wrap up the rest of the tour. For a while it started to look like that scene in Ace Ventura when he's trying to figure out the Finkle and Einhorn connection … Then it hit me! What links this all together? Awesomeness. That’s right, All three shows were chock full of awesome. Let’s take a look at some photos and you’ll see what I mean. Denver: A green room full of beer, BBQ and one white pony: Awesome. Staying with Aaron’s folks: Awesome. Look at those two. How can you not have a good time? Maybe if your idea of a good time is getting kicked in the crotch while eating a dog shit taco, you might not have any fun. But if that’s what you really wanted, I’m betting Aaron’s dad would probably work that out for you. Salt Lake City: Punk rock girls with 666 dyed in their head: Pretty awesome. Not to mention getting to hang with Tonino and all the Salt Lake homies. Although, 3.2 ...

Just a quick heads up, getting off work at 4:30 AM and killing the following three hours ‘till the boys pick you up, crushing beers and watching Family Guy on Hulu, isn’t the best way to start tour. You’re better off just waking up about five hours into the eight hour drive to Boise, throwing a couple quick splashes of Tabasco in your eyes and punching yourself in the crotch. You’ll feel the same without spending as much money. Just sayin’. All that aside, it feels damn good to get back on the road. This is where we feel most comfortable. Tour is like your favorite, old Tshirt. The one with holes and the weird yellow pit stains; when you’re in it you look like shit and smell like a Texas trash can in mid-July, but man do you feel right. Just look how relaxed Bryan is already: Before the show we took a stroll around town to soak in the sights. For a city it’s size there was no lack of wildlife: When we got back to the van this was lying on the ground next to the passenger door: Coul...

Okay I know it’s been a week, calm down. We got home on Thanksgiving and everyone scattered for the next few days, making getting together photos and the such kinda hard. That, and, well, I’ve been lazy—and it’s been awesome. Before we get into the last couple of days on tour I would like to thank everyone who fed us, gave us a beer, let us louse up their couch and/or floor, came to our shows, bought any merch from us, pointed us in the way of cheap food or a clean toilet, and everyone else that we came in contact with on this tour. With a extra huge “thanks a ton” going out to the Beam’s and the Copene’s who have had to put up with us three time in the last two months. We couldn’t do it with out all of you. Well, we could, but it would suck. Keep checking in here for updates. There is a new record in the works and talk of a west coast tour in the spring so check back. So to be completely honest with you I am still in lazy-as-hell mode right now so I am going to keep this short and sw...