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20110509
20101223
it's nice out
i'm not sure where you are, but i'm in iowa city, and 31 degrees really does feel nice. i even rode my bicycle without my hood up. (always remember, though: 50 degrees, cover your knees.)
we're playing a show next tuesday with our super good friends Dewi Sant. it's a good post-christmas event, because we get to see so many friends that we haven't seen in a while. our boy Thomas "the Magic Bus" Ruble will be there, and we can't wait to hear him tear it up on any of the thirty instruments that he plays. nobody knows it yet, but the whole show is going to turn into a big free for all with no clear delineation between bands or members. so bring your burning man pants, because shit's gonna get collective.
it's also a tour kickoff show, of sorts. dewi sant is hitting the road the following week, and miss mannix and davidearl are as excited as little kids on christmas to be going along.
peace.
we're playing a show next tuesday with our super good friends Dewi Sant. it's a good post-christmas event, because we get to see so many friends that we haven't seen in a while. our boy Thomas "the Magic Bus" Ruble will be there, and we can't wait to hear him tear it up on any of the thirty instruments that he plays. nobody knows it yet, but the whole show is going to turn into a big free for all with no clear delineation between bands or members. so bring your burning man pants, because shit's gonna get collective.
it's also a tour kickoff show, of sorts. dewi sant is hitting the road the following week, and miss mannix and davidearl are as excited as little kids on christmas to be going along.
peace.
20101027
Hallowe'en
Hola hermanos y hermanas!!!
Come hang out with us at the Mill on Sunday. We guaran-damn-tee a fun time for all.
20100819
20100716
Tour Update Numero the Fourth
Not Here For a Long Time; Here For a Good Time
Vol. IV
peace.
love.
vogt dig for kloppervok.
Vol. IV
Oh, hi. Today's installment finds the band in Lincoln, Nebraska. We're at (surprise) a coffee shop. Sarah "Meat Mouth" Mannix ate a veggie burrito; we're not sure what to make of that.
So it turns out that Bozeman, MT is a really great town. Nice people, nice music stores, and nice breakfast cafes make for a pleasant experience in the middle of nowhere. We played a set at a cool venue called the Zebra Lounge. Here are a couple of songs that you probably haven't heard:
So it turns out that Bozeman, MT is a really great town. Nice people, nice music stores, and nice breakfast cafes make for a pleasant experience in the middle of nowhere. We played a set at a cool venue called the Zebra Lounge. Here are a couple of songs that you probably haven't heard:
We had a couple of days off before our Denver show, so we put on our hippy hats, bought a bunch of patchouli and granola, and drove to Rocky Mountain National Park. It wouldn't be a drive without a flat tire though, and the universe obliged; we blew the other trailer tire in the middle of nowhere, Wyoming.
On the bright side, our 250 mile drive to buy a new tire afforded us an excellent opportunity to see Wyoming's pretty countryside.
If any of ya'll are in need of road cases for your gear (or jackstands for your trailer), we have indisputable proof that David Earl's custom cases are bulletproof:
We finally made it to RMNP the next day, and once again met up with Michael May the Fast Driver. We pitched our tents at the Long's Peak trailhead campground and hiked up to the site of an old mine, where things got pretty interesting and colorful.
(On a sidenote, Dale's Pale Ale is the best beer in the world. If you don't agree, you're wrong.)
We played the next day in Denver, at Backforty Presents. It was pretty rad; we had an excellent dinner of pesto pasta and Dale's, followed by a lively (if not pared down) set. We met an amazing band from Minneapolis (mostly), called Spirits of the Red City. Besides being nice folks, they sound absolutely amazing. Check it out. Kevin BackForty was kind enough to film some of our performance, here are a couple of vids:
peace.
love.
vogt dig for kloppervok.
20100709
Tour Update Number Tres
Not Here For a Long Time; Here For a Good Time
Vol. III
(I usually don't, but I'm going with the Oxford comma today.)
Vol. III
(I usually don't, but I'm going with the Oxford comma today.)
Hola, amigos. It's been so long--where do we start? Since Sam doesn't know how to work the internets very good, I suppose I'll fill in some of her story with some pictures.
This is what happens when you buy a van equipped with tires that are severely under-rated:
Epic fail. Don't try this at home. Changing the tire would not have been that bad, if not for the sparrow-sized horseflies cruising around eastern Texas.
After a surprisingly good show in Lubbock, we rolled up to Amarillo. I'm always surprised/disappointed by the sour faces some people make when we talk about Texas--especially when most of them have never visited. Take our word: Texas is one of the greatest places in the country; you will not meet friendlier folks anywhere else. (coming from a bunch of Iowans, that says a lot) We stayed with our good friends Tiffany and Louie and, as usual, had a grand ol' time. We sat in lawnchairs, we played with dogs, we grilled, we slip-n-slided, and we even played a show.
After TX, we headed up to Albuquerque, NM for a show with our friends Jon and Nick. We would have liked to stay longer, but we elected to do the bulk of our drive to San Diego overnight. While this plan sounded good on paper, it ended up putting us in the California desert at about 11:00 the next day--it certainly wasn't cold. It made our arrival in San Diego that much nicer, though. The ocean breeze was a welcome respite.
We were all happy to hang out with the greatest Labrador in the world: Huxley H. Huxtable. He is 120 lbs. of pure love.
We picked up an additional traveller in San Diego, our good friend Michael May. He usually tours with us, but he was only able to tag along for a week this year. A good time was had by all.
Long van rides are guaranteed to be more fun (if not louder) with Michael in the van. The drive north to LA was a boisterous affair, to be sure. We played the Hotel Cafe in Hollywood, going on after a great set by Philly homeboys Dr. Dog. We headed out of the city that night, and started our trek north to the bay area.
We played a sweet show in Oakland at a warehouse dubbed Ghost Town Gallery. (actually, I'm probably not supposed to say that in print, but somebody that lived there stole Drew's iPod, so screw it.) We were in Oaktown all weekend, and played an acoustic 4th of July show on Sunday. It was a surreal, weird, fun time.
David flew out of Oakland that night to fly to DC for a client meeting (he has a secret identity as a computer nerd). The rest of the gang went camping in northern California. Can you guess who had a better time?
The tribe picked up David Earl in Portland; from there we drove to Seattle to drop Michael May the Male Dancer off at the train station. We took our sweet time and went swimming in a river north of PDX. Michael May the Part Time Nudist was in rare form. A good time was had by all.
peace.
love.
fleetwood mac.
This is what happens when you buy a van equipped with tires that are severely under-rated:
Epic fail. Don't try this at home. Changing the tire would not have been that bad, if not for the sparrow-sized horseflies cruising around eastern Texas.
After a surprisingly good show in Lubbock, we rolled up to Amarillo. I'm always surprised/disappointed by the sour faces some people make when we talk about Texas--especially when most of them have never visited. Take our word: Texas is one of the greatest places in the country; you will not meet friendlier folks anywhere else. (coming from a bunch of Iowans, that says a lot) We stayed with our good friends Tiffany and Louie and, as usual, had a grand ol' time. We sat in lawnchairs, we played with dogs, we grilled, we slip-n-slided, and we even played a show.
After TX, we headed up to Albuquerque, NM for a show with our friends Jon and Nick. We would have liked to stay longer, but we elected to do the bulk of our drive to San Diego overnight. While this plan sounded good on paper, it ended up putting us in the California desert at about 11:00 the next day--it certainly wasn't cold. It made our arrival in San Diego that much nicer, though. The ocean breeze was a welcome respite.
We were all happy to hang out with the greatest Labrador in the world: Huxley H. Huxtable. He is 120 lbs. of pure love.
We picked up an additional traveller in San Diego, our good friend Michael May. He usually tours with us, but he was only able to tag along for a week this year. A good time was had by all.
Long van rides are guaranteed to be more fun (if not louder) with Michael in the van. The drive north to LA was a boisterous affair, to be sure. We played the Hotel Cafe in Hollywood, going on after a great set by Philly homeboys Dr. Dog. We headed out of the city that night, and started our trek north to the bay area.
We played a sweet show in Oakland at a warehouse dubbed Ghost Town Gallery. (actually, I'm probably not supposed to say that in print, but somebody that lived there stole Drew's iPod, so screw it.) We were in Oaktown all weekend, and played an acoustic 4th of July show on Sunday. It was a surreal, weird, fun time.
David flew out of Oakland that night to fly to DC for a client meeting (he has a secret identity as a computer nerd). The rest of the gang went camping in northern California. Can you guess who had a better time?
The tribe picked up David Earl in Portland; from there we drove to Seattle to drop Michael May the Male Dancer off at the train station. We took our sweet time and went swimming in a river north of PDX. Michael May the Part Time Nudist was in rare form. A good time was had by all.
peace.
love.
fleetwood mac.
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