so me and Black America are sitting in a donut shop in san clemente CA. which is like an hour south of los angelas.
first day on tour, i'd have to say is pretty interesting. we got to Bakersfeild around 3 and hung out for 4 hours. went and walked around bakersfeild. went to a rad guitar shop that tried to stiff us ( not so rad ).
and went to the most bare bones record store ever and got paranoid by sabbath and an adam ant tape for the car
the show was at some church run skate park that had unnessessarily nice audio equipment.
we played with the chillest dude in the world named big mike.
hey played and acoutic set before BA's and i played drums for him (shittily)
BA played, skaters talked shit and Alex kicked a kid in the face.
we were asked to leave,
went and met up with some of eagrets friends in some god awful bro town. it took us like 90 miles out of our way, so not worth it.
when our place to crash fell through there, we decided just to drive to the next date in san clem.
so now we're sitting in side of a donut shop trying to figure out what to do.
distance driven today
559.6 miles (all me)
from santa rosa to san clemente, with lots of detours on one and a half tanks of gas
Day Two
right now we're in a hotel room in garden grove. today was hella chiller than yesterday.
went to the beach this morning at 5. Kneil blazed some trees, cops tried to be bitches.
so we ended up leaving the donut shop at like 4:30am and we ended up sleeping on the dirt trail with a awesome veiw overlooking San Clemente and watching the sunrise.
we awoke to the sound of people with dogs walking down the trail complaining that there were teenagers blocking the way
we went back and everyone slept in Eeyore while i drove around. san clem all morning.
we eventully parked in a trader joes parking lot. me and alex v. ended up sleeping in the car while everyone else walked around down town san clem.
the show was at a guy named daltons house. dalton is the second chillest dude ever we've met on tour. he invited us into his home and was super hospitable. i played ukulele with his dad.
the show was awesome beyond belief. nothing is cooler than a so cal backyard skate punk show( except for maybe so cal weather fuck almighty its hot all the time).
the bands blew me away ( excluding the bro band that cried because they sucked, no joke). we saw C.O.P., who we're super chill guys in addition to ruling hella harder than any band i've seen in quite some time. the next band to play was gross negligence from san deigo, holy fuck, this band blew me away. great hardcore skate punk. the next band to play was a band called bad man from san pedro, local favorites. i've never heard of this band before they played, but holy shit, they we're a three peice and played dressed as super as super heros and threw plastic crabs at the crowd during their set. they played sorta spazz-like hardcore bordering on powerviolence.
we drove to long beach looking for a motel ended up coming to huntington beach then to garden grove.
total distance driven
707 miles
Day Three
we ended up staying at the travelodge in garden grove. we woke up and ate shitty danishes and watched saturday morning cartoons.
after checking out we went out to try to find the venue which got changed last minute to an abandoned school building.
long story short we ended up with bad directions and drove the wrong direction for a half hour and ended up in anaheim.
we turned around and drove back to huntington beach and found the place.
we got to the abandonded school met up with a the single raddest dude we've ever met named Tyler.
we found some bolt cutters and cut through a chain link fence
if you know me pretty well you know that i have this sixth sence about when shit is about to go awry. this was going off 4 alarm.
kneil was trying to pull out a boarded up window and cut into his finger to the bone.
we had to go to the emergency room and kneil got seven stiches, i took some gnarly pics, one of the pics the nurse who was sewing him up held back the fleshy wound and you could see the bone and shit, gnar as fuck (these so cal kids having us all saying gnarly and gnar now, they laugh at us when we say hella)
anyway a few hours and 8 stiches later we ended up back at the school, apparently
while we we're gone the cops showed up and said if they had anymore noise complaints they we're shutting us down. black america only got to play one song before to the cops showed up.
heres some conclusions i've come to about cops. they suck, they hate fun, they're assholes on power trips who don't have a firm grasp on either the concepts of reailty or even the english language.
we ended up going to del taco and chilling there for like three hours.
we ended up with two thirty packs of brew and they invited us to come chill at a park they called peg-ass-ass (presumeably pegasus?)
went there ended up playing an acoustic set at like 9 at night and everyone ended up hanging out there till 2ish we got people naked and talked and play tunes, it was a rad time.
i have to say Huntington beach kids are the coolest people we've met so far. these kids listen to great music, go to great shows, have awesome stories, throw the best parties and know how to have one hell of a time. this makes up for a shitty thursday 100 fold.
total miles traveled thus far
799
Day Four
we ended up sleeping outside Tylers house last night after the party and such. which was pretty chill except at 5 in the morning some asshole chucked a rock at my car, which hit my antenna and scare the shit out of me.
we ended up going to sleep in a Vons parking lot (like the so cal version of safeway) for a while. found a 24 hour donut shop, filled up. charged phones.
drove to little ceasers waited two and a half hours for it to open so we could get pizza, got pizza.
went to chill with tyler and crew, went to some badass record shop.
went to the beach, heckled crappy navy band, saw some scantaly clad women, did the touristy stuff
played a show at some house in long beach, Bad Man ruled, suprise suprise Black America's set got busted up by police, 6th encounter with cops in 4 days. all shitty.
drama went down because of some shit with the guys and me
drove to travelodge in Garden Grove got donuts and ice tea
distance driven:
N/A forgot to check
Day Five
we woke yesterday morning at the travelodge and the clock was slow in the room so i missed free breakfast, lamesauce
went to San Louis Obispo from garden grove, long fucking drive,
hung out at the 578 house for a while.
the show was being held on a mountain 8 miles outside of SLO, up on and abandoned fireroad a mile up the steepest craziest roughest road i've driven on ever.
the view was beautiful, but the drive was brutal. black america played first, there was trouble with the PA running through the generator but people dug the set.
the next band who played was called Skull Collector. they're a crustviolence sorta band from SLO who would rule up north.
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the next band to play was Thou who are funeral doom from louisiana on southern lord records. holy fuck i've never seen a band so heavy.
the last band to play was Leech which was a black metal band from salem oregon. they we're the last band to play because the front axel ripped off their van driving up the incline. it was so epic, it was like 11 at night we we're up on an mountian the moon starts glowing blood red and a warm wind starts blowing and then they started playing, it was the craziest feeling i've ever had.
this was the best show so far i've been to on the tour.
then the guys at the 578 house put us up for the night . we crashed in their loft with the Thou guys.
total distance driven:
somewhere around 1200 i lost track
Day Six
We crashed again at the loft in San Louis Obispo. SLO is like a giant version of Sebastopol except it doesn't suck.
this place rules, everyone is so down to earth and chill all the time.
Nicest people ever
Black America and I woke up late and went downtown to panhadle for a while with acoustic guitars. We played some rockin' tunes. Two old yuppie ladies came up and dropped 5 spot in the hat for a rolling stones cover we played. a younger guy gave us a ten for playing a song called "my baby's got a dick". there were a bunch of toddlers dancing around to it. he said it was the greatest thing he'd ever saw.
i have a bunch of cool stories about busking on this trip.
we ended up making like 30 bucks in one hour,
we went and got burritos with it
Neil got a k records tattoo
we went back to the house chilled on the front porch for a while.
Got two thirty packs, got tanked. Neil went out to find weed. The Alex's went to go pick up chicks in a bar, which i guess they we mildly successful at. And me and eagret stayed behind and watched decline of western civilization and made fun of Darby crash with the locals.
Neil came back with some bud, everyone got baked.
eagret played a bunch of tunes we had hella fun
the alex's came back, we went out for burritos and i woke up on a couch which i have no recollection of.
total distance driven:
none today.
Day Seven
today was the best day of the tour so far. we stayed at the 578 loft again for the 3rd day in a row. Big thanks to mikey and miguel and everyone else here for being so awesome to us.
woke up around 9, went and got a burrito
smoked with neil, went to sleep
woke up around 1ish and went and got a burrito.
came back and chilled in the loft
watched a movie called teeth
heres the plot of that movie, girl has teeth in her vagina, it severs penises.
she uses it for vigilanty justice
probably the worst movie ever made but WAAAAY worth seeing
hung out around the house
went to KCRB, played some rockin' tunes on the radio, Black america played an acoustic set and i played ukulele along with them. i got them to play Wendol. they dug it. Eagret got naked while we we're playing and ran around the studio. the guys in the studio started a mosh pit while we were playing take the skinheads bowling.
It was sooo much fun
went and got burritos haha
got back to the house and everyone was getting ready to go clothing optional swimming about 3 miles away. everyone had fixie bikes and all i had to keep up was a razor scooter. Miguel was awesome
enough to stay behind and ride slow with me. we got to the pool and i tripped hard on a curb and ate shit on the pavement.
i got a fucked up face
everyone got naked and chilled in the hot tub
i left early and scooted home by myself to find Black America crashed out on the floor of the loft.
best way to end the tour ever,
distance drive today:
approx 4 miles in car
approx 4 miles by foot
approx 6 miles by razor scooter
total miles driven:
1558.7 miles
