Finally, a few hours to do this nonsense...

Pittsburghish
Our van has been broken about every other week, so of course it had to fall on a day that we needed to make a 500 mile journey. In the morning Dave and I went to Vantastic to rent a van and realized that although Joe had said he'd reserved a van, he hadn't done anything of the sort. Boner. Luckily they had a van. They had a 2004 Dodge Ram. They had a 2004 Dodge Ram with about 200 miles on it. We were the first or second drivers. SWEET.

At some point in the long trip we started making sampler CDs for the show (oh yeah, the show was with Mustard Plug and Big D). The night before, Dave and I had made about 40 or so CD-Rs, I wrote some information on them, Bove and Joe folded up pieces of looseleaf from Mike's notebook, we all drew some cover art and Voila! the "econo-sampler" was born. By the time we were done, we were already at the show.

Here's some info: The owner of the venue's wife is in the band Rusted Root. Wacky, huh? The venue was also on the steepest hill I had ever seen, it was literally 45 degrees. We were highly considering losing our $100 insurance deductable and pushing the van over, watching it topple into 15 fancy BMWs and SUVs, and finding some other way home. Instead we took Bove's bass case and rode it down the hill. Fair enough.

Me and Math were walking to get cigarettes and some girl shouted to us, "Do you like dick?" Math said, "No." took a basketball from kids who were playing, backed up as far as he could and threw the ball right into the hoop. Swish. It was the most impressive 15 seconds I've seen in my entire life.

In Like Flint were probably the nicest guys we've ever played with... They set us up with this awesome show at this awesome venue. The backstage area was STUPID. You walk up a bunch of stairs make a left turn at the KITCHEN (for your personal use) go into the room with the PIANO and FOOD if you're hungry and go sit down on the AWESOME COMFORTABLE COUCHES and watch TV after going into the PRIVATE BACKYARD and getting a drink from your FREE KEG OF BEER. WOW. Wow. Wow.

I think the show went reasonably well for the amount of kids who never heard us before. I thought it was gonna be like 500 people for the Plug and the Table but it wasn't, which was cool because we got to have more fun. After the show I went to sleep in one of Mustard Plug's beds, Joe went to sleep in the van, Dave fell asleep watching TV and Math played cards with Mike. Our lives really don't change much when we're on the road.

The drive back was really rainy, but the van was SO FAST. It was awesome. I went about 95 MPH easily for much of the trip.
Math: OK, you be Adam, I'll be John.
Me: OK, so I'm Adam?
Math: Yes, I'm John.
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Math: OK, you do a better John than me. And a better Adam then me.
Me: Keep singing, motherfucker.
Math: Ok, you be Chris and Rog, I'll be no one.

Massachusettes
You can imagine my surprise when a van pulled up at my house to take us to Massachusettes. Our van is broken. But it pulled up nonetheless, and our van is a conversion van. That means we can drink in it. Alright. It was before dark too, so I was allowed to drink. Somewhere along the lines, Math decides he wants to give Dave a full body manjob (for those unfamiliar with the term, go fuck yourself). Math took off all his clothes but his underwear and Dave even took off his shirt. Math then took of his underwear, put a tube sock on his penis and started rubbing against Bove. I thought it would be funny to rip the sock off. It wasn't. Math sat in the van (danced in the van) for about an hour completely naked. It was something no one wants to see.

We get to the show... we have to go on first and run because we have a show later that night which was kind of upsetting because I was having a really good time. The kids were enjoying themselves, there were a bunch of kids there and we finally got to see our record label people again. But alas... we had to get off the stage and leave immediately. Boner.

We get to the Badfish show later that night at Tammany Hall and no one is there but a few drinkers, Badfish and the sound guy. None of them seemed too interested in rocking either. Here are some things that were said/done to make these people love us even more.
- "Get your fucking faces out your fucking beers and fucking dance you motherfuckers"
- Using a minute between songs to drink beer and swallow very loudly on the microphone.
- Explaining a cover song a song that you wrote while you were in the hospital afraid of dying for 4 weeks.
- Asking "what would you like to hear"? Hearing "Grateful Dead". Responding "OK, this is a Grateful Dead song called 'rocketrocketrocketship'". Its not a Grateful Dead song.
- "Thank you for sitting there and watching the TV during our performance, we really appreciate it."
- Pretending to learn an Offspring song for about one minute on stage and then playing an original instead.
- Insisting your set originally contained more Sublime songs but you can do it with Badfish standing right there.
- [conversation follows]
Dave: We're from New York, but I hate the Yankees.
Jeff: Shut up you fucking liar. You have a poster of Derek Jeter on your wall. You love the Yankees. You look at that poster and you touch yourself.
- Pronouncing the town name: "War-ses-ter" (worcester, pronounced wooster)
So as you can see, everyone LOVED us. We actually sold a lot of CDs for the small amount of people there, and we made friends with a cool girl named Jen from New Orleans who kept buying us drinks (it was past nighttime, so I was disallowed). Even though we poked fun at everyone, BADFISH were really really accomodating, extremely helpful and just all around nice guys, way nicer than us. The Nine were also really really cool. Its interesting playing so far out of your environment and realizing that if you're all in bands, its really all the same.

Everyone was drunk on the ride home except me and Math. Maybe Bove. When we stopped off at a rest stop it literally seemed as if Dave was rolling around trying to knock things over. All I know is that I was pissing, Joe got behind me and I said "get the fuck away from me or I will fucking end you," and Dave somehow got a broom to throw at me. When Bove came up to me after I was done I started hitting him with a broom until he held up a picture of Jesus that he found somewhere. WHAT?!

We got out of Massachusettes and got home. The end.
Hope that wasn't too boring.

thanks to everyone who came out to our shows! hope to see you real soon!