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.