RED FANG

11/1/11 Los Angeles ,CA. Let’s not pull any punches here folks the first show of the tour was a little shaky. Like a hobo in detox type shaky. You see, keeping with the on going theme we have of either van or health problems, Bryan had to get to teeth yanked a couple days before we left, leaving him a little loopy when he got on stage (AKA whacked out on goofballs). There was a point during their first song (Hank Is Dead) that I thought he was going pull out his phone and Shazam the rest of the band to see what song they were playing. Actually it wasn’t that bad I just like to use every chance I get to publicly embarrass my closest friends. ‘Cause we all know that when you blow out someone else’s flame it makes yours shine that much brighter. I hope he doesn’t get mad at me—he is so sensitive. Look at him: What do you think he’s thinking about while staring out that window? His own Mortality? Things he could do to make the planet a better, kinder place? My money is on cigarettes. He li...

Just because we had to drive from Portland to LA yesterday doesn’t mean that we couldn’t dress up for the drive. We spent hours digging through thrift stores and combing online auctions to put together the best outfits possible. But don’t take my word for it: David was Rip VanWinkle… John was Dwight Schrute… Aaron was the fat kid from that show about the dudes that pop wheelies and shit… Bryan was Rob Zombie… And I was a Homeless woman. For the total effect, look at this photo while a large handful of garbage cooks in your microwave. —Coyle Tour To Live!

Tour with Mastodon and Dillinger Escape Plan starts Tuesday in LA! We start driving first thing in the morning.. Here we go again! See ya soon. TOUR DATES!

Added these crowd shots from our last NW run to Facebook, but totally forgot about the blog! So here they are. 9/1/11 Plan B, Portland 9/2/11 Lucky's, Eugene 9/3/11 Bumbershoot, Seattle 9/4/11 Sunset Tavern, Ballard

So I feel like I owe you guys and gals an explanation on my lack of bloggin’ over the course of the summer. I had this whole big rant planned out where I was going to tell you how as the band grows so does my responsibilities and blah, blah, blah but the truth is, I was just too damn lazy. The days were long and for 99% of the tour it was earth core temperatures out there, so by the time I got done the last thing on my mind was trying to do anything that did not include the sound of a cold beer opening and remaining as still as possible. Don't believe me?  I'll give you a run down of my day, everyday, for most of this summer. 9:15am: Alarm goes off 9:30: Alarm still going off 9:35: Finally get out off bed, dust the Wheat Thin dust and dried ramen noodles off my chest. Put on my shoes to find three cigarette butts, a bottle cap and a handful of guitar picks because I made the mistake of leaving them next to Bryan’s bunk. 9:40: Step outside into 95+ degree heat to unlo...

I somehow lost all the photos from Albuquerque. Classic Coyle, I know… So, as you may or may not know we had to get a bus for this tour. While this seems very glamorous the truth is, we have to pay for the damn thing and the price tag is one that instantly gives any sane man a blood shitting, stomach eating ulcer. Seeing as we are still the same broke assholes we were thirty days ago we couldn’t afford to do it alone (hell we still can’t afford it), so we are sharing the bus with or new favorite homies ever Unearth. All we knew about these guys coming into this tour was this . Needless to say we thought they may be out of our league so to speak, but we were way off base. These dudes fucking rule, down to earth, funny motherfuckers who just want to crush cold ones and rock. Just look at ‘em: Buz: Slo: Trevor: Alex: George: I don’t have any photos of Justin or Ken because Justin spent the last couple days barfing out of his top and bottom holes and Ken was probably to busy saying someth...

Man, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me today, I just can’t get the juices ‘aflowin. I mean, Christ, there is more than enough fodder to do this but nothing’s coming out. Look at these photos: Dudes doing daffys on motorcycles… The girl is wearing two small dogs for shoes and I got nothin’! BUTTS! GIRLS BUTTS! Damn photo looks like a postcard that you got from a buddy that went to Florida when you were in college, but all I can think about is how much better that hot dog I just ate would’ve been with more mustard on it. YOUR welcome?! Really?! There is so many questions I have about this that I have no idea where to start. I gotta lay off the sauce… —Coyle Tour To Live!