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!

Wow, it’s real hard to tell you about life on the road now that I have spent the last twenty-four hours in the comfort of my own home doing what ever the hell it is I wanna do. Eat scrambled eggs naked? Sure. Fart without having to let everyone know so they can roll down the windows? Can do. The world is my oyster. But I must finish what I started, no matter how loudly my brain tells me to wander the streets aimlessly strictly because I can. So here we go. First thing’s first, a big “Fuck yeah!” goes out to the entire west coast. We have never been received so well as this time around. Thanks. Alot. 3/26/09 Los Angeles, Ca. Why lie? Damn near ever time we’ve played L.A. in the last couple of years has gone over like a fart at a funeral. But this time around people actually showed up. It was crazy. I know when Frank Sinatra sang “If you can make it there/ You’ll make it anywhere” it was about New York, but I swear that L.A. is a tougher crowd. After the show we packed up and headed to S...