Waking up in a bed is awesome. Waking up in a bottom bunk bed is even better because that means I didn't try to drunk step up a ladder. Or maybe I did try, but got too tired and took a nap down at bottomsville. Tough to say at this point. Time to pick it back up and head back to Boise. Ah Boise. The nicest place on Earth.
The drive isn't too bad today so we have some extra time. We have to make sure the amps work. We have to get a tire fixed. We have to tune up our Ed. You know, basic afternoon errands. Once into the land of the pleasant, we park and split up. I take a walk to hit a bank and come across a pimp-like-fella at the ATM. I don't know what he's up to. He seems to have a layered coat theme. His car is parked and running, but he seems to be just hanging out, making phone calls and depositing and withdrawing money over and over. Perhaps he has as many accounts as he does coats. I get tired of waiting and find another one nearby.
Meanwhile, Manny hits the venue for an afternoon whiskey. He runs into our friend from last year and Hotel Chelsea shredder Red. He's a cool guy and you should check out his band. They are good stuff.
The red room is a dark, clowny, murdery type venue, but everyone there is so smiley that the vibe evens itself out. The opening bands are great and we hit the stage for our set. Everything works and we tear our set up. The Tims are in full swing these days. Post show, I hit the merch booth and hang with Simmo (Guttermouth's Australian merch guy) while Ed takes a power nap in the truck. His snoring has been better this year, but I can't help but wonder if passers by think the car is running. Anyway, hanging with Simmo is cool. He's a good bloke, as he would probably say. We have all picked up Australian accents on this tour. it's infectious and hard to translate via typeset.
So we try to be as accommodating as possible to people who want our music. For example, this guy comes up to me and says that he really wants one of our vinyl records, but he's only got two bucks left. I say ok. Then he pulls out two bucks in the form of a nickel roll. He was going to use it on his last beer but decides it's better spent on our record. That's dedication to music and well appreciated.
Unfortunately, i can't see much from the merch booth because its in a different room than the venue. From what i can tell though, the show goes off and at one point I think Mike get's wrapped in duct tape by a Tim and hulks his way out of it. Chaos. Drunken-ness. Mike Ness. Goodnight. Kind of. We can't sleep tonight. The Ed sled has to drive through the night to make our Billings show tomorrow. Ah yes, a night of sleeping sitting straight up and down...
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