RED FANG

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!!

Our buddy, Mikey, is selling the Tube at the end of the month so we wanted to squeeze in one last party show while he was still drunkenly steering the ship. Nice and casual with no promotion - just texts and word of mouth. It was loud and fun like a house show, but with a full bar. Thanks to all who found out and came out on such short notice! And thanks to Witch Mountain for playing, too. I'm gonna go lay down for a while.

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 ...

Houston was our last show with the Valient Thorr guys and we ended the tour with them the same way bands have done for thousands of years, with shared guitar solos: Dudes dressed up like dogs from outer space: Expressing our love for one another: The ceremonial shotgunning of beers: And finally, the half naked group shot: I know it’s weird, but who are we to fuck with tradition? —Coyle Tour To Live!

I think it’s pretty safe to say that this is one of the weirdest tours any of us have ever been on—a real rollercoaster of emotion. We rolled the van (holy shit!) but we’re only okay (fuck yeah!), might have to cancel the tour because unless we can find a van (dammit!), we got one for free (Hellz yeah!) and so on and so on… So it’s no surprise to anyone that the last few days kept up with theme. Austin, Texas We’ll start off in Austin. The VT guys had the night off so we put together our own show at Trophy’s. Rolling in to town with three hours ‘til load-in we headed over to our friends Jake and Adrienne’s house where we were treated to the best meal we’ve had since leaving home. Complete with vegetables that weren’t on top of truck stop burgers and fruit that wasn’t in Gummi form. We made our way to the show with the top button of our pants open and smiles on our faces. The show went off. Seeing as we were in Austin the boys even dusted off the Cherubs cover from the tour EP… Man, I’...

The truth is one of my longtime friends, Fathead, was at this show and I paid absolutely no attention to anything or took any photos of this show because we were too busy catching up on the glory days. The times before you could feel your man-boobs bounce when you run down stairs and you could drink fifteen beers and get up at eight am to go skate. When people didn’t mistake you for homeless and give you change on the way to work. (True story, both Bryan and I have had this happen) You know, the good times. So I was a little worried I would have nothing to blog about, luckily the Super 8 took care of that for me. I’m hoping there was some sort of snafu at the front desk because or this is what housekeeping considers a clean room: —Coyle Tour To Live!

(Note: I messed up the dates on the last couple blogs, deal with it.) Every once and a while there is a show with a giant question mark hanging over it. Sometimes it will have something to do with the club. If the name of the venue is Tony’s Horse Grooming or Big John’s CB Supply Shop there is a damn good chance that the only people in the club are going to be the opening bands and a disgruntled bartender. A town we’ve never played on a weeknight is yet another reason for me to start googling “pinball machines in (fill in city name)” so Tempe on a Tuesday seemed like it might be a test of humility. Glad to say the show killed. Don’t believe me? Ask Bryan’s Mom she was there. This picture was taken right before she started the mosh pit. She looked like the cover of a D.R.I. record for the entire set. Even Johnny took a break from helping his Dad out in Tucson to drive up and see the show. Some of you might remember Johnny from Bryan and David’s old band Last Of The Juanitas or Aaron’s ...