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!...

Man, if you thought Portland was boring, you going to be really bummed on this one. —Coyle Tour To Live!

First things first: This could be one of my favorite crowd photos ever. Starting from the right, Aaron is got some sort of parting the Red Sea arm wave thing going, then you got leather jacket, hoodie and scarf in the middle of a pit at a rock show guy, followed by guy who is either seven plus feet tall or is in the beginning stages of a post show stage dive. Cut all the way left and it appears that Bryan is attacking John with his guitar like some sort of rock and roll mace. So good. Go ahead, click on the photo, soak it in, I can wait. Seattle was a whirlwind for me. The two times I left the merch table all night was to have a meth head scream at me while trying to squeeze in a game of pinball before the show and running next door to have a drink with some old friends after they couldn’t get in. The rest was all head bangin’ and shirt slangin’—the place was packed! I did get to kick it some with our buddy James who had jumped in with us to take some photos of the boys in action. Jam...

(Note: One of these days I’m going to write a way better version of this story, but trying to do it in a van barreling down the road while still a little scared of every bump we hit… well, it’s not my best work.) I’m not really sure how to approach this one. The fact is that there is nothing really funny about the fact that we should all be dead. But seeing as I have the emotional maturity of a nine-year-old, dealing with something this serious without turning it into a fart joke seems unlikely, but I’ll give it a shot. After a great show in Seattle and reuniting with our homies Valient Thorr, we started making our way back to Portland to squeeze in an extra night in our own beds. It wasn’t anything out of the norm. The show let out early, which put our ETA in Portland around 3:00 am. We stopped at about 1:30 at a gas station where I fired back a six-pack of microwaveable White Castle sliders. Like I said, nothing out of the norm. Then, about forty miles outside Portland, everything sh...

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What a great Sunday!! Had a bitchin' breakfast in Bellingham before heading to Seattle, where our buddy, Jessie, was hosting a killer BBQ. Lamb kabobs!! Stuffed our faces and cruised over to the Funhouse for a crushing show. Great crowd, killer vibes, hugs all around between old friends and new. Notice the blood on the lip of the dude in the bottom right corner of this pic? That's what happens when you're rocking out so hard you accidentally introduce your face to the monitor. He's fine, don't worry. Sometimes you just gotta bleed a little.. We're home for a few days, then back on the road Friday. Our Road Chief/Blog Master, Chris Coyle, was not with us this weekend - hence the boring posts - but stay tuned for much more interesting stories when he takes over again.

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...

Thanks to Martin Ontiveros for another killer poster!