Home For A While

Moving out of The Float Crib this month. Not sure where I am moving to. Not sure where I am going to work. Not sure what I am going to do. Things will work out as they should.

Go Big Red

What can I say on my 70th post about tonight? I guess I can be cliche and start from the beginning. Gabe picked me up and we rolled over to the manor where Jay's younger sister hosted her birthday party. Imagine any college movie party you've seen and set it in the manor with our friends strategically placed throughout the party like hobo streamers. Bumping' beats provided by a DJ, green lights to set the mood and more booty dancing and break dancing than you can handle. No one knew who any of these people were or where they came from. But we knew they were there to get drunk, smoke weed and grind their dicks on ass or ass on dicks.

The night rolled on and it fucking sucked the whole time. I even heard a go big red chant, and not in the funny way like when we chant "USA!" at ghost house. Real, heartfelt chants to the gods of the grid iron more commonly referred to as the black shirts. Gabe, myself and a handful of others decided to seek sanctuary in his room and spend our Saturday wrecking Liberty City on Grand Theft Auto 4. It was a great fucking time, eons better than the lame ass party that raged beneath our feet.

Just as I blew a cops head off (on grand theft auto) Joey walked up to tell us that the cops were here. They were let in by two histerical girls who were not ok with the idea of not allowing the police to come into your house. You don't have to let them in. They busted in and honestly said "OH NO IT'S THE COPS!" just like in Super Bad, or was it Super Troopers? Either way, Cody looked outside only to tell us that there were 3 cop cars, oh wait here comes a 4th, never mind here comes a 5th! Five goddamn cop cars lined up outside of the manor ready to crack some fucking minors domes. Two cops entered Gabe's room and asked us who lived there. Gabe looked around for a bit as if to think that one of us may decide to lie and fess up to cover him. He finally approached the cop and told him that he lived there. The cop asked 3 or 4 times if this was a frat house which blew my mind (do we look like we live in a fucking frat?) .

Time passed as weed and pipes were confiscated from unsuspecting teenagers trying to let out some steam after this weeks grueling school week. Some left in tears, one left in the back of a cop car. As we sat and watched the scatter out on the street another cop entered Gabe's room with the same old questions. He asked us if we were smoking weed then pointed directly at Marc and said "you've been in the weed room." We all laughed and asked him what the fuck that meant to which the cop replied "come on guys, he's obviously been in the weed room." A total mind fuck of ungodly proportions. We laughed, talked about all of the wild shit assorted people saw then decided to head to Rados then call it a night.

Home From Tour Again

Didn't really do a home from tour post. Pretty much got home and was thrown back in to working a lot and having a ton of shit going on when I'm not working. I put my two weeks in at Coco Key on Monday and my last day is a week from today. That will be awesome not working that job anymore because it literally took my soul away, that's the only way to describe it. I don't know what my deal is, I once was content with working but the older I get the more I hate it. It's one of the reason I am usually in a bad mood. I've had a lot of bad shit happen to me this year and being at work reminds me of standing there in one place for 8 hours thinking about all of my problems and having nothing to keep me occupied from them. It's a real mentally draining job.

Now I have other bad shit going on right now. I am ruining good things around me being in a shit mood but I literally can't stop. My problems are just going to wear me down and put me in an even shittier place. I've tried having a positive outlook and I can't, even when I have things going great in my life. Always focusing on the negative. Feeling so unmotivated lately. Feeling alone when I'm clearly not. This has simultaneously been the best and worst year of my life.

Man Vs. Food

So tour is dwindling down to the last couple of days here and I can't lie, I'm pretty bummed out. We've had a killer time. I wish I could have had more internet access because I didn't get to post very much and because of that I couldn't share so many great stories with the people who actually read this when I'm gone. But I do miss my friends, kailey, dani and my family a whole lot so coming home won't be bad at all. If I didn't have to head back to work two jobs then it would be great but if life was that easy I wouldn't know what to do.

We had our show in St Louis get canceled yesterday...kind of. Pretty much just got stood up which sucks but that's the only time a show got canceled on this tour which is great luck for us who are use to having like a week off straight on tour. I really miss hanging out with the Battle dudes but we discussed a midwest / canada tour in the springtime so I really hope that happens because I need to see those dudes again. I don't think driving down to play an after party around the fest with them is going to happen because a few of us have some "other" halloween plans. Muahahahahaha!

Today we're playing a show I've been looking forward to for a while in Normal, Illinois. Our buddy Randle's band "Dripping Slits" is playing and with a name like that they've got to be wild. It's at a venue I've heard about for a while called The Kitchen so I am excited to play there and hang out. I always love getting back into the midwest where people are nice and normal because every show you play is just with a ton of friends so it rules. Tomorrow is Iowa City then Saturday is Des Moines where some friends from Nebraska are going to come out to. I am really excited to see everyone and hang out. I'm always weird the first little bit seeing everyone because for a month a I walk into a room, know no one and get looked at weird then suddenly I walk into a room and all of my best friends are there, it's a wild, fast transition.

So right now I'm sitting in a gigantic house in St. Louis with a gigantic dog named Miss Jenkins, just did some laundry, gonna shower, shave, clip my toenails, maybe exfoliate? Things are looking up in the world of hygene for me. Didn't have much to say in today's blog, just kind of a pre-recap for I do my final one of tour. Excited to get home and see all of your poor freaks. We will hang out real hard.

Warren! We're Going Streaking! Let's Go!

Tour ended with Battle on Sunday morning and we were all really fucking bummed to leave those dudes. We had great times. Stayed at a parents house for a few days and were destroyed with unlimited free food and soda. Played a church in Ft Myers that gave us unlimited free food and soda as well. Florida was an incredible time and I will miss it dearly. If you haven't checked out Battle do it now @ www.myspace.com/battle they're one of the most legit bands around right now, hands down.

Over the past two days we've had two hellish 8 hour drives. The first to Birmingham, AL and the second to Mountain Home, AR. Last night in Mountain Home we slept in the back of a dog grooming shop called Dog Gone Pretty. It was fucking wild. Woke up to 4 different older women grooming dogs and asking us a ton of questions about why we were there. We decided to get out of there as early as we could, hit Taco Bell and then get on the windy road to Springfield for our show @ The Outland with Suzi Trash.

Rolled into Springfield around 3:45 and met up with our best buddy Warren who was ready as shit to party. He took us to a strip club called The Pony where the dudes got bombed ass wasted while Matt and I saw who could hold different body parts over candles longer. I witnessed a stripper fall down and hurt her wrist so bad that she had to stop. Another stripper had vampire teeth. The guys ended up hanging out with the strippers and getting their numbers to hang out later. We hit the road so Warren could open up The Outland for us. The show was really rad and we saw a ton of old friends which was fucking awesome!

After the show things got really wild. Everyone kept drinking and finally Tyler decided to get naked and streak around downtown Springfield. There was a good 5 minutes Tyler was gone and no one could see him. He said he ran around, gave a point to every car he saw and high fived a guy. Later on a taxi cab driver drove by, stopped, backed up and told Tyler "I remember you!" We hung out with a few more local crazies and The Machete Archive who happend to be playing about a block away from us which was absolutely nuts! The bar closed and we hung out in back while the guys waited for our new friends from The Pony.

The strippers arrived and we came back to Warrens. They all went swimming at Warrens parents house. I stayed here to play guitar and have nothing to do with that hahahahaha but I know everyone is having a great and wild time. It's currently 6:15am and they are still gone. I'm sure they will have some insane stories to tell me when they get back, I think I am going to wait up for them so I can hear the tales while they're fresh in their heads.

We're supposed to play in St.Louis today but no one in Suburban Smash will return any of my emails to tell me if we have a show or not so I think we're just going to hang out with our friend Christie. I'm hoping to do some laundry and take a shower. Also I'm really hoping to eat Chipolte today at some point. I hope all of that could happen! 3 more shows of tour...

09.17 Normal, IL @ The Kitchen
09.18 Iowa City, IA @ PS1
09.19 Des Moines, IA @ The Haunted Basement w/ Thunderbolts!

Then we're playing at Ghost House Friday September 25th w/ Rotting Out, Expire and many more awesome bands. Home on Sunday. This tour has fucking ruled!

Dooze Or Looze

We can't come to Jacksonville without having a wild time. We drove 7 and a half hours overnight from North Carolina to Flordia. It wasn't too bad because I just mouth quivered the entire time. Rolled in Jax at around 7:45am and instantly went to sleep. Had a really nice chill day just doing laundry, showering and watching How It's Made and Man Vs. Food. The show was at Doozers Pub, a place we played in February with The JV All*Stars. Before the show we went to Hip Hop Chicken and ABC Liquour to get the night going. The show seemed like no one was going to come to it then all of a sudden later in the evening people started pouring in.

All of the bands were really sweet. Played with a surf punk band called Gnarly By Nature who was awesome. When we played things got really wild and the push mosh was set to extreme. I saw a girl get knocked right to the floor and Tyler attempted to help her and then moved on before she actually got up. Battle's set was of course incredible, they have become one of my favorite bands in hardcore right now, check them out! Robbie (LHLL) played a sweet set for arguably the biggest crowd. Another sweet sludgy band who kept quoting East Bound and Down called "Legacies" played and they were awesome even through the barage of drunk slander.

After the show the boys got tanked and things got wild. When everyone had cleared out of the bar for the night all that were left was the Hercules crew, Robbie, the bartender of Doozers and the old guy who sand "Zombie" by The Cranberries last time we were here in February. We were jamming and doing Karoke to songs by the greats like Slayer, Pantera, Fear and some band who covered "Baby Got Back" nu metal style. We were circle pitting, moshing around, screaming, air guitaring and head banging all with two 40 year old men. Dooze or Looze was the slogan on the door, and we followed it's war cry. Then it was finally time to hit the road and see what the night had to offer.

We drove 30 minutes across Jacksonville and went to one of the local beaches. The water was surprisingly warm which was really nuts to me. Everyone got in the water except for me, I decided to stay back and watch everyones clothes who decided to skinny dip in the ocean. Some girl was taking pictures of everyone and other people would just laugh uncontrollably when everyone would walk by. At about 3:00am we finally left the beach and hit up McDonald's to get large fries and coke's that tasted like a chemical bath. We're in Florida for the next week, we jumped on some shows on a Thick As Blood / Endwell / Lionheart tour which should be really interesting.

Tonight we play @ The Engine Room in Tallahassee, Flordia. We have to leave Jacksonville at 11:00am because the promoter of the show tonight called yesterday and asked what time we were going to be there to eat lunch. Free food, tour, warm weather, beaches, punk rock, this is a great time. Be home in 2 weeks!

Risking My Life For Your Limbs

Played murder city Baltimore, MD tonight and had a great time. Played at Charm City Art Space. No one was at the show but I heard that was because Cro Mags and Hatebreed were playing a show in Washington DC, a mere one hour away from here. What are you gonna do, right? Can't compete with that show at all. Still had a really good time, hung out with some good friends from Baltimore and chilled in the city.

There was of course an insane man there. Never caught this nut jobs name but I do know that he didn't stop talking the ENTIRE night. He was the dad of one of the kids in the first band who played. They were all a bunch of younger high school kids. Every word that came out of this dudes month was quoutable. Every time he would talk I would tell myself "remember that." But it just kept happening! He was telling us he wanted to go to the woods, get high, get drunk and fuck his wife before she got fat. He sang "Breakin The Law" while Danny, Tyler and I air guitared and headbanged.

He kept telling us how we were living our lives the right way. Told us that we were driving down the road of rock while he went home to his wife, kids and4 dogs. But he assured us that he rocked for a living and worked for a hobby. He told us that we had to be self employed and that he makes $50 an hour with his tree removal company who's slogan is "risking my life for your limbs." This guy was a fucking genuis. Aaron has two different videos of this guy on his phone. He talked non stop the entire night mainly about metal bands he's seen (megadeth ACOUSTIC, metallica, van halen, black sabbath, and many more), weed, booze, his company, fucking his wife and his sons band.

Every time he would mention his sons band he would say "we" like he was apart of the band. This guy was straight up insane and talked to EVERYONE alone at the venue tonight for at least 10-15 minutes. His mouth wouldn't stop and the only way to get out of a conversation with this guy was to literally walk away. Even if you told him you had to go he would keep talking. We were at the venue for at least 30 minutes after everyone else left just waiting for this guy to stop talking. I wish I could remember all of the gems that this guy had. Every word from his mouth was poetic and memorable.

Tomorrow we're going to Washington D.C. to see some sights for a bit then we're playing a show in Harrisonburg, Virginia. I think we have 16 more shows to play on this tour. Be home September 20th.

I'll Gobble You Up Old Man

What a fucking time we had in the city that never sleeps the past few days. We drove to Queens overnight after our show on Monday in Waterbury, Connecticut which was a great time. We played at Home For Lost Boys and it was a blast, Battle played an amazing set. Got to Queens around 1:00am and hung out with the biggest asshole/our best friend Tym. Sat in his apartment for a while, heard some awful songs and some good songs from the new Brand New record then hit the hay.

Woke up early the next day and hit the streets of New York. Met up with Tym and had some killer pizza by his work. His yuppie ass works in Manhattan by the Empire State Building, holy fuck. After that we cruised around Times Sqaure and went into the dopest Toys R Us I had ever been in. Right when you walk in they take your picture then try to get you to pay $10 to buy it. Right when we left Toys R Us we witnessed a car wreck 10ft in front of us. The two vehicles involved were an ambulance and a taxi cab. Everyone in the street laughed, it was nuts.

We got back to Tym's and Matt and I went back to Manhattan to find a gym to no avail. But while getting on the on ramp to head back to Queens someone was flying down it backwards and almost crashed into us and about 3 other cars. I fucking hate New York City drivers. We headed to the show in Brooklyn but of course had to stop and eat the best vegan buffalo wings in the world at Food Swings. The food was incredible. Expensive as fuck but toally worth it.

The show was at a bar called The Charleston and it was a pretty sweet show. Played with a band called Spectators who were kind of in the vein of Botch, it was killer. Outside of the show while chilling on a stoop the guitarist of Sick Of It All strolled by so everyone yelled "Yeah! Sick Of It All!" and he simply put his fist in the air and kept on walking. Not many people went to the show. The show was in the basement of the bar and upstairs was trivia night so most of the hipsters stayed up there to eat their free pizza w/ every alcohol purchase.

After the show we were all hanging out getting ready to head back to Tyms when an old man walked by with a bag. Our wild friend from here, Vic, decided to say "what's in the bag old man?" The old man took major offense to this and told him "mind your own fucking business MAN." The dispute ended there until Aaron informed Vic that the old man had said the above statement for Vic did not hear it. To add fuel to the fire Vic yelled at the old man "I'm gonna make it my business."

Then the gloves were off and this old man was fucking pissed. He screamed "YOU WANNA MAKE SOMETHING OF IT BUDDY?! COME HERE! I'M RIGHT HERE!" This was litereally a 65 + year old man wanting to fight a 25 year old guy. Vic told him to go and eat his food which made the old man grab his junk and yell "EAT THIS!" Vic hit him with "I'll gobble you up old man!" The verbal argument continued on until we asked the old man what he was going to do to Vic to which he replied "I'M GOING TO KICK HIS FUCKING ASS!" To my amazement Vic then said "OK" and started walking towards the little old man with his bag of food.

I was in fucking shock because I thought either A) Vic was going to walk up and deck this old man or B) This old man who was reaching in his back pocket was going to knife Vic in his throat. A couple passing by stepped in and tried to mediate the argument. Vic told the old man it was a joke and to keep on walking and even offered to help the man pick up his food. The geezer was absolutely not interested in Vics help, picked up his food and headed home. It was a crazy fucking time.

Today we're playing in Philadelphia, PA. I'm hoping to get this box of 20 pretzels or whatever that everyone from Ghost Towns keep telling me about. Still have 18 more shows to play on this tour. It's been a great time so far.

Finger A Guys Butt

So much shit to catch up on. Don't know where to begin. Haven't had much computer access on this tour but we're in Queens with our boy Tym right now and Aaron picked up a laptop while we're here so hopefully I can do more posts. Tour has been fucking incredible. All of the shows have been amazing. Last night we stayed in a gigantic house in New Hampshire. A girls parents were out of town and her brother told us to eat whatever we wanted. We literally ate ALL of their food, I'm not joking around. 

Upstairs in this house was a pool room that was filled with sports shit. They had something signed by the biggest star in every major sport there is in the world. It was so insane. They had 4 dogs and 4 cats all running around fighting each other. We had a great time. These dudes in Battle are fucking rad as hell and their band is amazing. If you haven't heard them go to www.myspace.com/battle and check out all of their shit. Also check out Robbie from Little High, Little Low www.myspace.com/lhll. I have so many stories to tell but I don't have time to type them all so I'll give one good story:

On a train back from Boston 4 of the most methed out people I have ever seen were sitting directly acorss from us. A fat guy, a fat girl and two skinny girls. The fat guy and one skinny girl were fucking passed out not knowing what was going on. The other two were staring at each other with zombie expressions on trying to communicate. In mid conversation the huge girl passed out and was GONE! Her friend then started yelling "Sarah, I LOVE YOU! WAKE UP! I LOVE YOU!" She finally came to and her friend told her that they had to get off at the next stop and that she wasn't able to carry all of them around. Those meth heads somehow stumbled out of the train.

Seconds after another man stepped onto the train equally methed out. As he entered the train he stradled the platform and the train until he finally threw his body in right as the doors closed. He stood up the entire train ride, even with many seats open up around him. He was literally falling asleep standing up. Bending at the waste until his face almost touched the ground. Swaying back and forth every which way nearly falling over at every bump. The train stopped and he slowly exited the train not to be seen again.

Shit has been so much fun. Every show has  ruled. Been playing with some good fucking bands. Check out The Bonus Army from MASS, they are heavy hitters. Hopefully I can start keeping this more updated. We're having a killer time. I have a lot of wild stories to tell. I miss you all back in Nebraska.

-BC