Keep Shit Talk In The Van


Keep Shit Talk In The Van

Tour Diary: Day Two (9/11/15)

Currently driving to Tucson through sage brush desert, mountains, and big big skies. This morning we woke up to the CUTEST PUPPY IN THE WORLD.  She’s a chihuahua/catahoula mix (dubbed a “cholula” by Gory) named Sally who never stopped squirming and making tiny adorable puppy sounds.

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Gory then took us to Marfa Burritos and introduced us to Ramona, who quickly became our favorite, as she called us “chicos guapos” and lovingly made us delicious breakfast burritos (they’re just breakfast tacos, but bigger – who knew?!).

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Gory owns the spectacular Marfa Recording Company, so we took a quick studio tour after breakfast to nerd out, and then hit the road.

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Freight trains roll by and occasionally we pass acres and acres of tomato greenhouses or pecan tree orchards. I keep wishing my mom was here because I know she would be geeking out taking tons of pictures and wanting to paint everything (she’s an artist who mainly does impressionistic landscapes).

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(The Mexican border in El Paso – that’s the Rio Grande, and Juarez, Mexico)

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(New moccasin boots I bought at a rest stop in New Mexico)

We arrived late in Tucson to a spectacular mystical view.  The entire city is nestled into these huge purple mountains. The light was low, and the Howard Johnson was a total shit hole, but Hotwire deals are awesome, so we sucked it up. After rushing to get ready, we headed to 4th Street to find The Surly Wench Pub. From what we were told, 4th Street is similar to Austin’s 6th Street, in the aspect that one end is full of douche-bros, and the other is full of hipsters. Surly Wench is right in the middle, and has a really great little venue area. The staff at this place was AWESOME. They were so accommodating and friendly that they really made our night. The headlining band was a metal band who rocked crazy face paint and masks, and definitely knew how to put on a good show. They were really nice, and we enjoyed meeting them.

The opening band was really young. They didn’t say shit about the rest of the bands, didn’t stay for the other bands sets, then showed back up at the end of the night after the club closed to ask for their share of the money (To be clear, this was 2/3 of the band – the drummer was cool and stuck around). This is so bad on several levels. I’ve already talked about traveling bands, and how the cool thing to do is give touring bands the cash if the payout is low (just be cool, man). But really that’s just a nicety. The major thing is the leaving part. You don’t play a show and not stick around for the other bands sets. You just don’t. I think the best thing would have been for one of us to tell them that, in a nice way. Like hey, if you keep doing this, people aren’t gonna wanna play shows with you. And maybe a much more mature thing to do than bitching about it on my blog. That whole experience made me realize how cool Austin is. I know we whine about the negatives, but for a musician (or any kind of artist), the sense of community we have there is such a special thing that too many of us take for granted.

While i’m touching on rules, I’ll share something else I’ve learned: “Keep shit talk in the van”. I’ve always been bad at following that one.

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There’s us playing in Tucson.  And here’s me modeling my baller fanny pack:
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It wasn’t a bad night. We didn’t make much money, but we played an excellent show (my new boots are very flexible and I can move more on stage!) and there’s always tomorrow…

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