GRILL DAT SHIT!

THE SWAMP
417 MONROE

6PM TO 10PM

MANIC ZAMBONI (wisconsin stoner psych)
BIG SEX (new local powerviolence)
THESE MAGNIFICENT TAPEWORMS (is it to late to abort?)

HOT GRILLS & POTLUCK
BRING YER MEAT

$2-3 FOR MANIC ZAMBONI

AND THEN AT TEN, GO TO SKIHOUSE!

The Rest

So Cleveland was awesome. We ran by a dollar store and got some snacks for the next day's drive, and then found our way back to the Five O'Clock Lounge. Another band had weaseled onto the bill (been there, done that) and jammed out Earthless-style for a while. After they wrapped up, Alex had to troubleshoot ten thousand fucked up cables. But eventually we played a pretty good set to a pretty stoked crowd. Dan went to jump up on a chair... and the chair slid across the slick linoleum floor. Maybe next time. Otis Pocus Afro Cadabra got it on like a white boy Arkestra, channeling the finest Beefheart-isms east of the Mississippi. Alex missed most of it because he was guzzling whisk in the van, but that's his loss. Afterward we broke into a grocery store, got shooed off, and went to a grocery store we were legally allowed to be in. We took pictures inside the freezers with some lesbians and then went and listened to The Residents and partied until dawn. Otis's wife had stolen us some pillows, so we slept like angels.

The next day everyone cooked a bounteous breakfast and Alex and Dan read zines and Joe got over the hump with his illness. Hurray! We hung out forever and then got on the road for Evansville, Indiana a few minutes late. It was an all day drive. The McDonalds in Evansville fucked up our orders. Dan wanted to McChickens with BBQ instead of mayo. Got mayo. Alex wanted a some burger and got a slightly different one. Fuckers.

We made it to Lanhuck's a few minutes late. Luckily, our old comrade in arms Andy Jones had warned the sound guy. The other band didn't make it at all by virtue of a van breakdown. So despite being late, we were the saviors of the evening. Sorta. Alex again fiddled with a multitude of shitty cables to get his loot working. Andy Jones was there and he played a few originals and a Wu-Tang cover on acoustic. Then we shredded a super gnarly set. As soon as we finished, we got invited to come play at a burlesque show in the summer. This is how we know we are the band we want to be. We sold like ten shirts, hung out at the bar, and then hung out with the guy that invited us to the burlesque show. We went to his tattoo parlor and talked about his business endeavors. Good times.

We made it home at dawn and went to work.

My Friends

Is a delicious diner in Cleveland, Ohio. Or maybe we're in Lakewood. The border is right here somewhere. Same town to us. Playing with Otis Pocus Afro Cadabra tonight, and it should be silly good fun.

Last night in Detroit (Redford, really. Detroit metro area. Ten minutes from downtown.), we played the Double Aught Pub. Except it was written Double OO, so maybe it's double-double. Played with a great one-man rockabilly band called Subourbon Son, a traditional rockabilly band called Rattle Traps, and another traditional rockabilly whose name we can't recall. Subourbon Son also had a hula girl! And he was just a fun as fuck older dude. The Double Aught was a nice skeezy place where we felt good and at home. Dan got pounced on by a cougar. Alex walked in on a coke deal. Joseph took some shits. We all played our guts out. The pitchers of Pabst were twice as big as the usual. That was cool. And now there are at least eight people walking around Detroit sporting Tapeworms tees. We crashed out at a cool dude's absent grandmother's home. It was quite nice. We watched Gogol Bordello concert footage.

The night before at Ronny's in Chicago was fun too. We only played to the other bands and the girl who was putting us up, but we played our guts out. Almost literally - it was hot enough in there to vomit. And you had to swim through the bathrooms. And the bartender wanted to do anything but serve the patrons. But once again, our kind of place. Insanely huge props to Maria from the awesome band Hollows for offering us her floor. Her apartment was fly as fuck, too! And she took us to after hours at The Beauty Bar, a really swank joint with a super fly aesthetic and great girl groups being spun by the Deej. In the morning we were lazy for a while, which Maria and her roommates were graciously cool about, and then we hit the road.

After we kick ass tonight, we'll play in Evansville Indiana on Easter Sunday, to the chagrin of our families. And then we'll see you all on Monday!

PS - I promise I'll eventually post something about that tour six weeks ago. I swear.
- Dan