Greetings from Nebraska (I think), somewhere on Interstate 80! We've just had a much-needed caffeine stop. My current regimen: coffee, 2 Throwback Mountain Dews. So, we'll probably get to Denver in 45 minutes once I take the wheel.
This is Day 4 of our 4-week sprightly jaunt across the United States of Anxiety! We've packed a whole lotta ups and downs in these 4 days. Tour got off to an auspicious start with a wild show in Columbus in front of many pajama-clad Ohio Staters. We met our old friend "Magic" Mike Casey and a new friend, Lydia Loveless. We shredded the pajama pants off those college kids in an unhinged set. We were feeling good til I went out to the van and discovered some local degenerate had helped themselves to my and Lysa's luggage. ENJOY MY WFMU SHIRTS, MOTHERFUCKER. Total bummer, but luckily our gear was inside the venue. I've resolved to sleep with my drum cases every night, one way or another. I'm one step away from sleeping INSIDE them.
So, we spent Easter Sunday resurrecting our lost wardrobe in the only retail outlet that would be open on Easter Sunday: that venerable institution of commerce and shitty labor practices, Walmart. I found one fitting novelty tee, Lysa got some fun socks, Tom scored some toiletry treasures. We also created a window replacement from a shower curtain, crappy tape, and plastic wrap, and voilà! Brand new window. All in all, a holiday well spent. We then made our way to Madison, WI, still a little dazed and confused—party because of the van violation, but mostly of the scream of the wind of the open road shredding our ear drums. There's a whole lot of "Huh?" and "What??" happening in the van now. (More so than usual, anyway. #agingrockers.)
The gig at Mickey's Tavern in Madison was just what we needed. There was a surprisingly sizeable and engaged crowd for a Sunday night, much less Easter Sunday night. We played with some great bands—Miyah, Skyline Sounds, and Pollinators—and were welcomed by some of nicest people in all the states, particularly Liz, who booked us, fed us, and generally put us at ease following the thievery of our threads. We were back on the rock track. Shout out to my new friend who hugged me about 20 times after our set, bought me a shot, and then disappeared, staggering into the night. I love you, too, man.
Our day off in Minneapolis the next day was also a good salve. We hung with the wonderful and hilarious Donahue family, featuring Nick D. The Elder, Heather, and their way awesome 8-year-old twins, Lochlan and Claire. We had some great grub and then figured we'd assault our ears even more by checking out Bob Mould at the Turf Club. That man is a force. Not sure how it could've been any better, even with a full band. He just leveled the place. There was some mild serendipity being at that show, as well. I bought a signed copy of Silver Age (which I should've already owned by now) and met the supercool owners of Electric Fetus Records, Jim and Dawn—who, oddly enough, had actually heard of our band! We stopped by the next day and gave 'em an advance copy of Fall, and I worked on replacing my lost wardrobe of T-shirts at their store.
After a looooong ride, we arrived in Lincoln, NE, which is quickly becoming one of our favorite places to play on tour. We played the historic Zoo Bar along with our friends, Unmanned (formerly Powers), who rocked loud and hard. Bit of an off night for us and for the bar, but in general, was great to see some familiar friendly faces. We then retired to Unmanned drummer Jordan's abode to geek out over Thee Oh Sees dual drummer footage before passing out.
We're STILL on I-80 en route to a house show in Denver. Stayed tuned for more posts! We're only like 1/8 into this thing!