Tour is off to a great start. Columbus was spot on. Our good bud JR set everything up. The Treehouse in Columbus is not made for drunks. There are stairs and bumps and busted asphalt all over the place. It's ridiculous. Bloody Matt Dillons and JPS Brown were both awesome, and we ripped out a pretty killer set in between them. Our favorite laid back Hawaiian-shirt wearin' bartender was not slinging brew that night, so we were actually charged for our drinks. That was a drag, but other than that everything was good. JR pranked this other bar for a while and cracked us up. The next day we watched shitty (hilarious) court shows for a while and then went to a bombass old-school diner with fantastic burgers. The waitress was a smidge strange, but it only made things better. She forgot Alex's bread.
We went to Cleveland knowing full and well that our Saturday show was kiboshed. The venue had lost their liquor license earlier in the week and was closed "until further notice". Luckily we had already lined up a bonus show at a hip coffeeshop/bar called Bela Dubby. The place was loud as fuck - linoleum floors, hard walls. Dan chatted with a gent who wandered past with his daughter and dog. He used to roadie for Megadeth. He was awesome. We ate pork gyros and ripped out a loud gnarly one. Otis Pocus Afro-Cadabra played a psychedelic as shit Beefheartish set, fucking our collective mind. Then we went and chilled at Ben's place for a spell. He had new zines from his friend in Columbus. I'll post his contact info later so that you can order one, because these zines are awesome!
In the morning we got tantalizing texts from Otis himself full of pictures of the evenings dinner - nine pounds of porkloin, stuffed with an apple/bacon/brown sugar mixture, and wrapped in bacon. So much pig! Dan walked up the street to snag some collards for a soup at the cookout, as well as winding up with a cigar for the cookout. We hung out at Ben's for a while before his darlin' Cassie got off work and we all cruised over to Otis's place. The pork was phenomenal. The impending Otis Pocus album is also phenomenal. Phenomenal. We all cruised over to Now That's Class in an attempt to talk our way onto the bill since our bar had literally closed down four day prior. The door guy was understanding, but there were four shitty indie bands playing that night, and they all thought it was really cool to let thirty or forty minutes crawl by for setup and take down in between each band. We hung out for a bit. Dan drank car beers at the bar, Joseph made friends at the bar, and Alex got a butt pat at the bar. We wound up at another bar down the street called Spitfire where an insane punk band was playing. They finished up and we found out the touring band had van trouble and couldn't make it. We were a touring band with bar trouble that could make it! Yeehaw! So we played behind a chain link fence on a filthy stage and then hung out a bit more with the kids that brought us there. Good times.
The next day we all watched Tim and Eric season 2 and cooked bacon and waffles and eggs. We started to overstay, but finally said our goodbyes and hit the road for Edinboro Pennsylvania. On the way out of town, we stopped at a beach on the shores of Lake Erie.
We'll catch you up on the last couple days a little later, but now it's off to New York from Pennsylvania. Coney Island ahoy!
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