tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52781753756748175032024-02-18T20:37:11.562-08:00BlackhavenThe Latest and Greatest from GypsyhawkThe Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-84860717338729143172013-01-11T07:30:00.000-08:002013-01-11T07:30:13.377-08:00WEEKS 5, SOME OF 6, AND THAT'S IT<style>
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I was writing this tour blog for Noise Creep, but they gave up for some reason, and then I did too, so here's the rest of what I felt like writing. Next time I'm sticking to Blackhaven. It will be more consistent and free from creative stifling. Fuck the suits. </div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>WEEK VI</u></b></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%;">"History
will be kind to me for I intend to write it." - Winston Churchill</span></div>
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I had to get a new iPhone, the 5. My last one fell out of my
hand from the balcony at the Spanish Moon in Baton Rouge and smashed
tremendously on the bar below. What happened was I was watching The Sword
rizzip shit up and wanted to capture the moment. I had my arm extended out in
the air from the balcony so I could take the best shot possible. Suddenly, some
drunk chick grabs me and throws her body into mine. </div>
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"You're in The Swwwooorrdd!!" she screams with
some abominable accent somewhere between Cajun and Valley Girl. "I
looooove youuuu!!" </div>
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"Uhhh, right," I yell back at her. "Beat
it." </div>
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"You have a phoooone! Let's take some pictures and
shit!" </div>
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She presses into me so hard that her titty pops out and gets
stuck in my mouth. She then reaches to pry the phone out of my hand, almost
pushing me over the banister. I try to yell, "I said 'fuck off',"but
all that comes out were the muffled grumbles of a desperate dude with a mouth
full of crud. </div>
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"That tickles!! I love moostaches!" </div>
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I'm bracing myself from the precipice with one arm while
this cretin is fumbling for my phone, trying to rip it from my floundering
grasp. So while I got one hand holding both of our weight up on the railing, a
titty jiggling in my teeth, and another arm trying to pull my phone away from
Crystal Meth over here, I make one fateful attempt to push her off with a
thrust from my shaky left leg. I force myself at her as hard as I can like an
olympian trying to shotput an old donkey and I lose focus. My phone goes flying
from our hands and crashes onto a bunch of liquor bottles below. I look at the
girl with a glare of shock and disgust. </div>
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"Where'd it go?", she exclaims.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"This is boring." </div>
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It happened so fast I couldn't believe that it did. I later
recovered my phone, but it looked like it was run over by an electronic cart
driven by the people of Walmart. So now I have a new one. </div>
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After 30 straight hours of driving from Louisiana to
Hollywood we eventually played at the Metal Blade 30th anniversary party at the
House of Blues. That was a pretty wild night. We hung out with Luke Perry and
he ensured that I can make it as a heart throb if I fix my face and get some
talent. So I got that going for me. Metallica were there except for Kirk. They
begged for me to take his place permanently but I was like, hmmmm, nah. I'm a
loyal bandmate and the only thing that could draw me away from Gypsyhawk would
have to have something to do with outer space and three tittied bitches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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We then drove 22 straight hours to Tulsa. The part of town
we were in looked like it had been quarantined for the last 20 years after
a plague and some young rich jerk decided to start putting money into a few mass
graves to see what would sprout. The name of the venue was Eclipse and it was
cool. They let us set up our gear and play some songs and shit. I spent most of
the time across the street at another bar having $5 whiskey and beers and
flirted with the smoking hot bartender. My flirting style pretty much involves
just telling chicks that I'm in a band and that my mom thinks I'm cool. What
else are you supposed to talk to a girl about? Their tits? I've tried. It's a
good way to sniff out the slutes but most babes kick you in the dick. </div>
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Next night was in Kansas City. Go to Oklahoma Joe's if you
like BBQ. Best pulled pork I've ever enjoyed. Make a sandwich with it and the
brisket and spicy slaw on Texas toast and you got yourself a makeshift orgasm
feeder. The show was epic. Sold out plus a hundred more. Lots of drunk slutes
and one dude looked exactly like The Dude. We played "Red Wedding"
for the first time this tour, which is wreckless when you haven't played a song
in over a month. But as usual all it takes is some liquid courage and the
willingness to let go and hold on tight and you can play anything. However,
with a belly full of barbequed animal and foamy beer you run the risk of
shitting your pants so it's important not to let go too much. </div>
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I forgot to mention: In Eagle Claw's wake we've procured
American Sharks. Haven't had too much time to really bro down but I can already
tell that they are brave and true, and know how to party. In other words, I
like them. And their band kicks ass too so go check 'em out. </div>
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Remember all that shit I said about civilians in the green
room, and civilians at the front of the stage, and civilians from Mars? Well,
it turns out we are the civilians on stage. How could this be possible? I guess
it is some sort of aspbergers related condition we all share, not capable of
picking up certain social signals. Long story short, we have to shit in the van
now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So if you're a broad who
wants to come drink whiskey with us, watch your step. Our van is the dookey
soaked green room of choice now. </div>
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Denver was tight. Sold out show again, obviously not because
of us. Some tweeker tried to break into our van so Ian asked him very politely
if he could leave. The guy responded by asking for a free ticket to the show.
What is this, Bakersfield? Get the fuck out of here. </div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>WEEK VII</u></b></div>
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"Did I do that?" - Steve Urkel </div>
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Let's try another haiku. </div>
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Salt Lake City blues.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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Three bottles of whiskey down</div>
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Not Ian on couch</div>
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I can't believe we drank that much, but we did. We got our
usual bottle of Jameson, and Ian and I supplemented it with a bottle of Jack to
start, then I bought a bottle of Jim for the party we intended to crash, and crash
we did. But who doesn't like a campus hero that brings a bottle of booze right
when the beer is running out? I'm not sure who's house it was but they were
really good folk. Probably Mormon. </div>
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Certainly had our best ever Boise show, it being the third in
our short and illustrious career.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The high light of the night was definitely Ron getting food poisoning
from some Chinese food. I've never had food poisoning but these guys seem to
get it all the time. It seems completely horrific, with all the puking, pants
shitting, and screaming. I've eaten a lot of shady Los Angeles taco joints and
have never gotten close to getting sick. These dudes must just be consistently
upsetting the metal gods.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Played a super show in Portland the next night. Another sold
out one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There we these two little
kids right up front staring at us like we were asking for their lunch money in
German. Turns out they were just at their first rock concert. Hopefully they'll
remember us when they're interviewed by blogs later in life about their first
show. Also, some 50 year old school marm said she's putting us on her
"wall of fame" in her classroom alongside Mastodon and The Sword.
Later we partied until the sun came up at my friend's house. </div>
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The next night? Sold out in Seattle. We smoked heroin where
Kurt Cobain used to smoke heroin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There's a rumor that the drummer from Alice in Chains was there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had a green room again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn't really spend any time in
there. It was soooo packed that I couldn't get around. The Sword is good at
selling tickets. We're good at selling drugs, but we don't have any for sale on
tour so don't ask. But feel free to hand yours over to us. We'll take pretty
much whatever you got, except bath salts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My friend damn near chewed out his left eyeball when he tried it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">Well, that's it. The rest of the tour ruled too much. We will miss The Sword, Eagle Claw, and American Sharks tremendously. See you all later. </span></div>
The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-83329249750858787352012-10-29T15:09:00.001-07:002012-10-29T15:10:48.764-07:00September 2012 Tour Summary
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"It's a shame that the only thing a man can do for
eight hours a day is work. He can't eat for eight hours; he can't drink for
eight hours; he can't make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do
for eight hours is work." - William Faulkner</div>
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This tour was the best tour we've had so far in our short
but budding career. It had been a year since our last, and though we had wrote
and recorded an album, raised the cash and spent it to get to SxSw for one set,
made a video, and were the subject of an unprecedented amount of press, the
year had felt stagnant and sterile. There was and is still so much to do. Our
Mayhem Cruise in the Bahamas was cancelled, probably something to do with Randy
Blythe’s legal problems. But you know what Jesus said: when a door closes,
break in through a window and take everything. We had rerouted our 6th DIY tour
because we were offered one where we finally would have to do nothing more than
sit back and play; the tour we're about to go on with The Sword. That tour is
going to be real work for us. It'll be the first in which we won’t be playing
purely for the love of playing because it's our first chance to really prove
our merits and conviction for the music in a daily setting of warriors,
handlers, and small seas of listeners who in all likelihood are staring at
their watches waiting for the headliner. It will be our most hardened and
serious effort yet. And because of that, we spent this last tour living as hard
and fast as we could, with those who had been with us from the beginning. It
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The road began on September 7 straight out of the greater
Los Angeles area. We had the four of us, Ron, Eric, Ian, and myself, as well as
our new merch girl Bonnie, and for the first few days at least, Jordan from
Metal Blade, to document as much as he could and see if we keep our money where
our mouths are. The ride up to Oakland for us included weed, booze, and sex. At
the venue we drank and smoked. The first day of tour is like any other day of
work. You maintain as best you can in the surreal environment, but reality is
never more in your embrace than in the work space. It was Bonnie's birthday and
the shots were flowing. Jordan bought a bottle of Jameson and we went back to
Micah's place. We told jokes, we ran out of cigarettes, and no one was allowed
to leave until the bottle was done. We disturbed a sleeping roommate and were
ejected from the house. That's why we have a van. </div>
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I woke up to the sounds of Ron Houser on the phone. He must
be talking to his girlfriend Lisa, I thought. When I raised up over him to see
what exactly was going on he met my eyes with his and I realized he was
speaking to no one, present or on a phone or otherwise. Bonnie wanted a Four
Loko breakfast so she left and returned with a black bag full of the stuff. The
three of us drank in our underwear in the sun on MLK Blvd at 10 in the morning
until there was nothing left to drink. We met up with the rest of the band,
found a BBQ joint to soak up the alcohol, entered the van and headed to Lake
Tahoe. </div>
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In Tahoe the party never stopped. Josh Leece treated us like
partiers with nothing to lose, and when you live like that, you can't lose. The
next morning was Sunday so we needed to go back to the bar to watch football.
Saints lost. Packers lost. Defeat can make a man do strange, incomprehensible
things he's told himself and anyone else he would never do. </div>
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As you may have heard, Reno is where it's at. Before heading
down the mountain we shot a house party video in Josh's place and drank more
beer and whiskey with the reckless abandon we're used to. By the time we made
it to Reno most of us had sobered up. That's only an issue when you're in a place
that will charge you again to drink twice as much as before to get over the
post-day drunk hump and arrive at where you need to go. I find no shame in
divulging we had other things than alcohol to help us over that hump. Serious
back room conversations were had, fights broke out. I don't know what bands we
played with and that will just have to be how it is. When you're working like
we do, and enjoying that what might be the last dance in a night of casual
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The next day took us to San Francisco for a show at the
Elbow Room. This one was a bitch to book and took more networking than a geek
you know from high school on Facebook for the first time. But it paid off. In
fact, if you're diligent enough, you'll find footage of it on youtube. Whiskey,
Four Loko. That night, it's safe to submit to you, is when whiskey and four
loko became the two official drinks of choice for the Gypsyhawk crew. Jordan
had to leave us to go back home, but we're pretty sure he had a great weekend
with us. In fact, if he didn't, he’s a dick. (I know he's reading this right
now and laughing.) </div>
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What's next? Day off. Do you wanna hear about us replacing a
tire? You do?? Well, too bad. It was boring. We had time to kill, a whole day
really, so we went south, about a half hour, to Alex's from At Our Heels. Eric
played Magic, Ron smoked cigarettes, Ian drank, and Bonnie and I watched the
Lemmy movie on my computer. Most of that happened in the van on a very suburban
street. When a cop pulled up outside the liquor store we were at I thought i
was going to get arrested. My fear of cops was on high alert, but when you're a
seal in the Cape of Good Hope you better be fucking scared because the sharks
are hungry and looking for trouble. Sex, drugs, rock n roll. Another day in the
van. And then what? We all got free passes to the Korpiklani show back in SF at
the DNA Lounge. They took us on their bus, and I have a bad feeling we drank
all their booze. At least one of us did, and I'll let you guess who. Hint: he
plays guitar and he’s not me. One of <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>us was carried back to the van, another couldn't tell his
left from his right while at the steering wheel, and so we drove only half a
block away, an unnecessarily enormous yet modest task, and we slept. Well, I
sorta slept. No one else has the kind of anxiety that I do. It's extraordinary
how you can feel the same way having a lot to lose as you did when you had
nothing. </div>
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So the next morning we had to go to Santa Cruz. I went to
school there. It was an awesome place for learning. Have you ever climbed a 60
foot red wood to scout for psychedelic mushrooms growing in a cow pasture? I
had those cool binoculars with the red lenses on the front that marines use for
picking the brownest target. Anyway, we went to the Boardwalk where they filmed
that vampire movie Lost Boys. That was ok, but there was a bowling alley across
the street that had a bar. I invented a new drink that had hazelnut liqueur,
blueberry vodka, and Malibu Rum, on ice. I think i'll call it the Blue Balls.
We saw a cop chase a mad man on foot and then we went to the Blue Lagoon to
play a show. No offense to friends, but can you please use more than one riff
in your 30 minute song? I know that's what the kids like, but kids are fucking
stupid. That's why they can't buy booze or stamps. </div>
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In a couple days' time from there we were in Pomona, at the
Glasshouse, playing the Metal Blade/Scion AV showcase with Pilgrim,
Battlecross, Cattle Decapitation, and Six Feet Under. I'll tell you right now
this was the most fun day and most fun night of the whole tour. Free booze,
giant stages, vaporizers, whiskey, bloody broken sinks, sex, fights, beer,
cannonball competitions, buffalo wings, four loko, lies, and mayhem. It was
pandemonium all day, all night. Then we had to leave. We were originally going
to go to San Diego, but we played there the night before instead. JOY is a good
band. Check them out. So is Old Man Wizard. </div>
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"How big of an eater are you?" "I'm a
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Soon we were in Vegas. 2 free rooms at the Golden Nugget.
Did you know they have a water slide that goes through a fucking shark tank?
$160 on black because Wesley Snipes said, Always Bet On Black, and he was
right. Drugs. Booze. Raging hard. Demon Lung is sick and you should listen to
it. We were awake until about 4:30. Except for Ron. He was up all night on the
Wizard of Oz machine. I was the only one who won nothing. You win some, lose
some, it's all the same to me. </div>
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SLC. When the indians were forced from the South towards Oklahoma
they called it the Trail of Tears. I don't know what they called the march of
Mormons from wherever idiots come from to Utah, but there were many tears that
night because Bonnie had just decided to quit her thrash band there, where she
had been living before touring with us. The rest of the night was spent nerding
out with our good bros VISIGOTH at the Wizard Tower and watching Battle Royale,
but it was fun. By this night our band had become rock solid. It takes a few
days of touring to work into a groove and we were there finally. Warming up?
Forget about it. But, then again maybe we weren’t that good because we didn’t
get paid anything. Might have been retaliation for cancelling a fest they were
having in June. Whoops. </div>
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So we had to go to Denver next. Too much inappropriate shit
to talk about here, but the show was great. I'll just leave it at that my penis
showed up in not the right places. This is also where I feel it necessary to
tell those of you who tease sex that what you are doing is lame. Sex is cool.
Anyone who judges you for liking to fuck is boring. That's ok for them, but
since everyone is different don't feel ashamed for liking it. When a girl tells
you to your face that she’s taking you home, where I come from that means
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We had a 10 hour drive the next day for Merriam, KS, which
is a suburb of Kansas City. The show was great. They had a massive cooler full
of beer next to a stack of hot pizzas waiting for us, but someone gave the
civilians the key while we were on stage so when we got off, which is the best
time to house pizza and beer, it was all gone. Don’t give civilians keys.
Fucking food eaters. We sold a lot of merch, for us. Turns out that despite the
fact that we’re primarily playing songs off the new album and make that very
clear to the audience most of them want to buy our old one, Patience and
Perseverance. When asked why, the answer is always the same: ‘”there’s a
drawing of titties on this one.” It’s always the titties, ain’t it? So, let
that be a lesson to you youngsters, if you want to sell lots of shit cover it
in titties. After the show we went to our new buds’ house and watched Rainbow
live DVDs, pounded Jim Beam and Heineken, and eventually crashed out. It was a
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Then we drove to Lincoln, NE, home of the Foightin’ Huskas,
to play a basement show. We drank Four Loko and Jack Daniels the whole way,
except for the driver, of course. Well, maybe he/she had a little. After an
hour of windshield repairs and hassling a hippie shop about not having any
Slayer hackey sacks we went and had dinner with Ian’s parents. I discussed WWII
and living in Japan as a kid after the war with Ian’s dad Orville. That was
cool. It must have been strange for a kid to comprehend being part of an
occupying force in a country devastated by war that previously was one of the
most militaristic nations in history. It’s probably why to this day no one
fucks with Orville Brown. Anyway, after dinner we went to the house party. We
in the band have this ongoing inside joke where we always ask people, “Do you
know Kevin? He’s from Nebraska.” Well, Bonnie didn’t realize it was a joke yet
so she asked some random guy at the party if he was Kevin. The guy was kind of
a goon and wanted to know who the real Kevin was (the “real” Kevins are in Long
Beach and Pasadena). Anyway, this goon started asking everyone at the party,
eagerly and honestly, if they were Kevin, even us in the band, and every time
one of us were asked, we cracked up. This started pissing off the goon because
he thought he was the butt of some joke we had invented at his expense. We
certainly didn’t do such a thing, but as it turns out, we indirectly did. Good
fun. And he deserved it because when Bonnie took out the control pour thing at
the top of big bottles of liquor he put it t back! What a goon. Eventually we
played our set to a rocking basement full of drunk people smoking cigarettes
and spilling beer all over each other, the exact vision I had in my head when
Eric and I decided to started this band. I’m proud to say after all this time
we’re still doing it and we always will. Maybe one day we’ll do a tour that’s
exclusively basements. If you have one, hit us up. </div>
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Next day was Colorado Springs at the Triple Nickel. I think
the club is owned by one of the guys from The Nobodys, which is a punk band I
used to listen to in 7<sup>th</sup> grade so that’s kinda cool. I broke a
string during our first song and I had just changed them two days prior. That’s
never happened and I wasn’t expecting it so I didn’t have my spare guitar on
stage. I had to run backstage to get it which is really not cool. I didn’t have
time to check the tuning so I botched the next song. I think that’s because I
was so quick the other guys didn’t even notice I wasn’t on stage for a minute,
so take from that what you will. When you hear those sticks click it’s time to
roll. After the show we went to our friend’s parents’ house and got really
housed, with her parents. They had one of those Mr. Margarita machines and a
fridge full of beer. Plus, they kept cooking us this amazing Mexican food with
endless tortillas. I’m not sure if I passed out from the booze or the food.
Bonnie chased some poor guy around the house all night screaming, “Buffalo!”
and “Pussy!” because he wouldn’t chug his beer even though he was holding it in
his right hand. I guess Buffalo is some game people play where once you’re
“buffalo” you’re buffalo for life. Some how she found out this guy was indeed a
buffalo and Bonnie didn’t take too kindly to him not playing by his sworn
words. Apparently there’s another game where you get to destroy someone’s
sandwich and it’s “funny”. I don’t know what’s funny about that. I think I can
speak for the whole band when I say destroying our sandwich is grounds for a
punch in the face. </div>
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So the next day we went to SLC to stay at Aunt Marta’s house
and recharge since we didn’t have a show. She greeted us with a bountiful feast
and booze. ‘’I know you like beer, do you like stuff like liquor?” “Yes.” “Do
you like whiskey?” “Yes.” “What about the other guys, they like whiskey, too?”
“Obviously you don’t read the blog.” “Well, what about Bonnie?” “She couldn’t
survive here if she didn’t.” We had a great night. </div>
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Then we went to Boise. I had a bad feeling about this show
at… THE SHREDDER when I found out there was another touring band on the bill.
That means less money for us. At least half of what we were guaranteed was
going to be given to that band. I’ve always considered myself pretty good at
math (I used to take my trigonometry tests stoned because it was fun to see how
cool numbers are), but I’m not sure I knew until this night in Boise that half
of nothing is nothing. I guess it’s our fault for not packing in the place on
our own merits, but I’d like to just blame it on Boise itself. We’ll see how it
goes next month when we’re there with the Sword. SIDE NOTE: this is the
infamous night when the Seattle Seahawks allowed the refs to steal the game for
them against the Green Bay Packers. Seattle, if you fucked the Packers’ chances
into the playoffs I’m going to stand on top of that stupid needle of yours and
piss on every single last one of you muther fuckers. </div>
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As you may have guessed, our next night this tour was in
Seattle, home of the Cheating Muther Fuckers. We went to our buddy Adam Noble’s
house and buffalo’d some beers, then went to some place called Bills and drank
more. Then I bought a bottle of whiskey and drank a lot of that. I had to sleep
it off in the van, which meant Ian had to stand in for me to do an interview with
…. SHREDDER.NET. Luckily, Eric was there to pick up the slack, because Ian’s
talents lie elsewhere. This was a pretty cool night because all the bands we
played with were good, especially Elk Rider, an all girl 4 piece that’s pretty
damn heavy with actual catchy riffs. Turns out my nap did me well because we
played a killer set. </div>
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We went to Aunt Lora’s in Portland, OR the next day and she
took us out for drinks and food. Ron kept choosing beers he didn’t like and the
waiter just kept bringing him new ones, which meant I got to drink the ones he
didn’t like. This is a pretty good trick, I guess, even though Ron really was
just being a picky wuss. We played that night at The Know. Did some interviews
and drank. Tons of awesome old friends I haven’t seen in years. Drank whiskey
and smoked dope with them in our van. I eventually fell asleep in it, then woke
up in the morning, cracked open a bottle of champagne and found a corner mart
with orange juice. Mimosas and watched the Simpsons. We had breakfast at this
place called Pine Wood Derby in yuppie hippy ville that made you a biscuit with
sausage, gravy, egg, cheese, and syrup called a Deluxe Reggie. Fucking brilliant.
You have to buss your own table, and the bloody marries are garbage, but, hey,
it’s local. </div>
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Then we went to Sassy’s, a killer strip club, and wasted a
ton of money on really hot girls and whiskey. I use “wasted” loosely, and down
right incorrectly. </div>
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Next day was Eugene, OR, our first time ever there, at the
Black Forest. On the way is when I got hit in the head by a drum and bled all
over the place. You see, a cat pissed in Ian’s floor tom case while we were in
Seattle and he didn’t want to get the drum covered in cat piss. Makes sense.
But, he decided to keep the damn drum in the van on the third bench. We have
our second bench removed for more room and I sleep on the space there with Bonnie.
While passed out on the way to Eugene the driver, one of the Erix, slammed on
the damn brakes and the drum went flying into my face. There was a lot of blood
and I have a pretty sweet scar next to my left eye. I should have got stitches,
is what people tell me, but I don’t know why you would get stitches unless your
wound won’t stop bleeding. And the show was cool too because event though we
didn’t get any drink tickets the bartender covered my tab. I wish he would have
told me that before hand because then I would have drank more. We slept at a
nearby WalMart and watched The Simpsons. That show is fucking garbage now and I
can’t understand for the life of me why it’s still on. The movie sucked as
well: Spider Pig was fucking retarded. But, seasons 3-8 are by far the funniest
shit ever conceived. There’s just no argument against that fact, which I have
just opinionated. </div>
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Onward to Medford, OR, another first for the Hawk. Great
times! Johnny B is a rad dude who, turns out, grew up near me, except 20 years
or so earlier. We wanted to buy liquor, but it was far and we had a killer
parking space (remember, van and trailer) so we had Bonnie and Ian stand in our
spots to make sure no one would take them while the rest of us raced to
Safeway. Right after we got to Safeway, and I had remembered that Oregon is a
caveman state that has all sorts of bullshit liquor laws such as not being able
to sell it at grocery marts, Ian texted me saying to hurry back because Bonnie had
just knocked some guy out. You don’t have to be a professional gambler to bet
on that scenario actually happening. The odds are about 1:1. Turns out Ian
fancies himself a Louis C.K. He’s actually about as funny as fucking a fat
chick and finding genital warts on yourself the next day. Well here’s something
that is funny: “Ian threw up and Ron did too, and they both got fucked by the
train hopping crew.” You probably had to be there. </div>
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Redding, CA. We wanted a hotel. We’d just been on tour for
four weeks, we deserved it, damn it. So we bought a bunch of Mike’s Harder
Lemonade (the blueberry kind tastes like Sprite and is 8%) and found a room on
Hotwire.com for cheap. Well, since we went for 2 ½ stars instead of 1 we got a
place that didn’t have just doors for the rooms around the exterior; there was
a single door entrance for the entire hotel with no exits. And we told them
there were only 2 of us so we could save some bucks. We had to figure out a
Great Escape, but to get in. So Bonnie and I checked in, posing as happy newlyweds
on a road trip honeymoon. We told the concierge lady with glasses that we were
expecting local friends over because we’d be celebrating in our room before
going out for the night. After expertly coordinating the rest of the dudes’
entrances, calibrated for minimal notice of sleeping bags, blankets and
pillows, we realized the best way for them to come in unnoticed was just to
walk in casually through the front door. Sorry, that really wasn’t much of a
story, but, thanks for sticking around. So, we played two shows that night. One
at a yuppie bar playing Whitney Houston on the Hi-fi, the other at a tattoo
shop. If Whitney Houston and Tattoos had an arm wrestling match that night,
Tattoos would have won. Beers. Bitches. I will say both shows paid us
handsomely and neither knew of the other. SUCKERS! Whiskey. Drugs? Can’t
remember. But I do remember that Ron, decided to invite himself into the
already cramped hotel room bed maximum occupancied by me, Bonnie, and Eric.
That left Baby Ian asleep at the foot of the bed, like a little dog in some
Disney cartoon as the four listless heroes slumbered on with pointy caps on
their heads and all their toes sticking out from the end of the blanket. Oh, we
also conned Papa John’s out of a free pizza and a 3 liter bottle of Mountain
Dew. Don’t fuck with Bonnie, The Negotiator. </div>
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So after a few days of doing nothing except pissing off my
parents and hanging out with Ghost, my dog, we went to Tempe, AZ. Greatest
parking lot ever. Not only was the club, Red Owl there, but they also had<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a good sandwich place, a liquor store,
a music store, a karate shop, and a Waffle House. Why isn’t every club like
that? One stop shopping. And our awesome bros from Austin, Scorpion Child,
showed up to share the stage with us. We got another hotwire hotel and that was
pretty cool. I think we watched Colbert and South Park. And at the show we met
this dude named Paul Newman and we started talking about relationships. He had
some thoughtful advice that I’d like to share with all of you. “Relationships
are like farts: If you have to force it, it’s shit.” I’ve always thought this
was true. It sucks enough having to work for money. Why have to work for sex?
Your girl’s not that hot, trust me. </div>
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I forgot to mention the night after Redding. Sacramento. We
rushed there to catch the Packers vs. Saints game, mine and Bonnie’s respective
teams. Ron and Ian are both NFL fans from the mid-North so they are down with
the Packers, and Eric is from Louisiana so he has a natural affection for the
Saints. This was a good game, as some of you may know. At first the Packers
were kicking butt, which was awesome cuz Bonnie<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>was crying and I was pointing at her and laughing. At half
time we were forced to leave the bar so we went to our hotel, with a quick stop
for a lot of Four Loko. When we got to our rooms and turned the game back on it
was clear the Saints would not go gently into that good night. However, Rodgers
is the greatest quarter back ever and Drue Brees is an overrated hack with
glasses, and the Saints blew it at the end. So we trashed both our rooms and
drank way too much. Towards the end of the night, Bonnie and I were in one room
with Ian, while Ron and Eric were in the other. While laying in the dark
watching Boardwalk Empire, Ron comes in and forces Ian out of his bed.
“Ron?!?!? What are you doing?!” “Shut up.” Ian had to go to the other room with
Eric. The next day we all asked Ron, “Hey, what was your problem last night?
Why’d you kick Ian out of his bed?” His response, innocently enough, was “What?
I thought we were all partying?” Ha HA! </div>
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Last night of tour: Hollywood, CA. The Viper Room. I love
Hollywood. It’s cheap, sleazy, shitty, full of delusional transplants, neurotic
tourists, and insatiable whores. No one gives a fuck about you, and at the same
time they want to know exactly who you are. It smells of a fiery dung heap
covered in orchids and young, fresh pussy. Money is the name of the game, and
substance has no place here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s
one of the greatest places on earth and I love that it keeps a lot of the
self-righteous hippies from New York, Portland, and San Francisco out of LA all
together. Hollywood is the realest place in the world just because of how vapid
and indifferent it is. The only thing that could make it more real is Nigerian
cannibalism or pissed off muslim children with machine guns. But, give it time.
All things come to pass. </div>
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See you on tour with The Sword, Eagle Claw, and American
Sharks starting today. </div>
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And don’t be a fuckwit: comment on this fucking blog!</div>
The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-1300877138699004032012-04-12T17:44:00.011-07:002012-04-13T10:28:29.651-07:00A Brief History of TimeHere's a semi-accurate account of the birth and growth of Gypsyhawk, as reported by the spirits of the forest. Which is dramatic flavor for, I'm just making this shit up as I go along. <br /><br />Here are our players: Eric Harris - Bass, Vocals. <br /> Andrew Packer - Guitars. <br /> Scotty Conant - Guitars. <br /> Carl Wierzbicky - Battery.<br /> Joe Fabio - Energizer, Produsa.<br /> Ian Brown - Copper Top, Nicknames <br /> Ethan Fowler - Faux guitar, Stand up dude.<br /> Erik Kluiber - Guitars, Housing. <br /><br /><br />August. 2008. Los Angeles, CA - Eric Harris smokes weed in Los Angeles. Decides he prefers the weather to Ohio. Makes contact with what would become Holy Grail. Shredding rules. <br /><br />September 2008. Pasadena, CA - Andrew Packer's band Suns Beneath effectively breaks up. Holy Grail shredders hear news and <br />offer him audition for 2nd guitar. He doesn't bother to prepare and just plays Voodoo Child in key of Grail. He's not invited back. <br /><br />Later that September. Mt Washington, CA - Harris dumps the Grail, wants to start his own band. Calls Packer. Packer puts down<br />scissors and runs over with his guitar. Harris and Packer decide to start "Black n' Roll" band. They begin search for other members. <br /><br />October. 2008. Mt. Washington, CA - Carl Wiezerbacker meets Harris and Packer to play drums. He doesn't drink much beer. Packer suspects he's a narc and pats him down. He's not a narc, but it still felt right. <br /><br />January. 2009. Los Angeles, CA - Scotty Conant joins Gypsyhawk. <br /><br />March. 2009. Los Angeles, CA - Wiezerbacker leaves Gypsyhawk. The band is not Metalocalypse enough for him. "Thin Lizzy is gay." We don't tolerate prejudice, Carl. Beat it. <br /><br />March - August. 2009. Los Angeles, CA - Gypsyhawk practices in their rehearsal studio as a three piece and "Carl Jr.", their metronome. Things are not boring. Not at all. <br /><br />August. 2009. Los Angeles, CA - Joe Fabio comes to rehearsal to see if he wants to produce demo for Gypsyhawk. Rehearsing with them on drums is a friend. He steps out to take a no. 2. Fabio sits down on his drums. Some how after only 2 listens he nails "Gypsyhawk." Harris, Packer, and Conant kick Fabio out of studio and tell him to beat it. 2 days later Gypsyhawk calls up Fabio and offers him full time gig in band. He accepts. <br /><br />October. 2009. North Hills, CA - Fabio pruh-duce-uhs Gypsyhawk's demo CD they put together on their own recognizance.<br /><br />Halloween. 2009. Pasadena, CA - Gypsyhawk plays first show. 70 people arrive full of anticipation. 45 leave early never to be seen again. <br /><br />January. 2010. Berkeley, CA - Ben Murray of Creator-Destructor Records hears Gypsyhawk demo. "Far out." He signs Gypsyhawk with only little hesitation. And there was much rejoicing.<br /><br />April. 2010. Freemont, CA - Gypsyhawk records first full length record, "Patience and Perseverance" with Zach Oren in 8 days. <br /><br />July. 2010. Ramona, CA - Gypsyhawk starts "Expedition on the Western Shore" Tour, their first. "<a href="http://gypsyhawk.bandcamp.com/">Patience and Perseverance</a>" is released. <br /><br />September. 2010. Phoenix, AZ - Gypsyhawk begins first full national tour. Lasts the entire month. Harris, Packer, Conant, and Fabio's cycles all sync up. <br /><br />October. 2010. Los Angeles, CA - Fabio leaves Gypsyhawk to pursue his love of music. Ian Brown's hazing period begins. <br /><br />January. 2011. San Francisco, CA - Gypsyhawk does a tour through the South with GREEN & WOOD. Green & Wood beat it early due to irreconciliable inferences. Upon returning to LA Conant leaves Gypsyhawk<br /><br />February. 2011. Lincoln Heights, CA - Gypsyhawk throws rager at the Poor Kids Radio Mansion and films it for their first music<br /> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c78o0HerI50&feature=fvsr"> video </a>directed by Pat Fogarty and Dave Oharra. Latent "mansioning" invented. Ethan Fowler of G&W sits in on 2nd guitar. <br /><br />Valentines Day. 2011. Pasadena, CA - Erik Kluiber auditions for 2nd guitar. Harris and Packer threaten violence if he doesn't join. He does. And there is much rejoicing. <br /><br />March. 2011. Boyle Heights, CA - Kluiber's first show with Gypsyhawk at the BLVD. with Christian Mistress and Witch Mountain.<br /> <br /><br />May. 2011. San Francisco, CA - Gypsyhawk begins "Defending Good Times Tour". "Housing" is invented. Ron Houser and Pee Pee Rider are born. <br /><br />July. 2011. Agora Hills, CA - Gypsyhawk signs with Metal Blade Records. No one but band and label believes it. <br /><br />September. 2011. Ventura, CA - Gypsyhawk begin 40 date "When Mountains Crush To Dust" tour with HUNTRESS. Huntress go home after first week because they run out of juice. <br /><br />February. 2012. Oakland, CA - Gypsyhawk records... well we're not supposed to say the title yet. But we recorded with Zach <br /> Oren in 6 days. And it rips. <br /><br />For everything else, stay the fuck tuned.The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-9591823303439482282012-02-22T07:45:00.000-08:002012-02-22T08:11:46.665-08:00A House Is Not A Motel in Oakland<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihGhSqUwDxhR_bLsc12iuvfz8YqlEvtQKCOP-qlU9JvnvbEdWCy4YXJ2X4bOCm_Ur-r4eFGfutygeUk54omDqCIO3Tr3247qIEXIcsX9MCzp8MUyOjaYwF5SnCgdlquE2kskEmsxVTopwh/s1600/IMG_2553.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihGhSqUwDxhR_bLsc12iuvfz8YqlEvtQKCOP-qlU9JvnvbEdWCy4YXJ2X4bOCm_Ur-r4eFGfutygeUk54omDqCIO3Tr3247qIEXIcsX9MCzp8MUyOjaYwF5SnCgdlquE2kskEmsxVTopwh/s400/IMG_2553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711992734478431058" /></a><br /><br />Actually, there was some real deal Hollyfield housing of real meals, booze, and hash at our motel 6. Pizza twice, Chinese, a picnic, giant hoagies, beer, cherry moonshine, Kesler, lots of Kesler, and some bubonic chronic that made me choke and eventually vomit.<div><br /></div><div>But despite all that we finished recording a killer album. Everything about it is far superior to the last album. The production, the drums, the guitars, the vocals, the songs, the energy. All that stuff that's supposed to not suck is absolutely a massive step up for Gypsyhawk. As of now we don't have a release date, and we're still finishing up production notes, and deciding artwork, but everything is on deck to warp minds and slay expectations, good or bad.</div><div><br /></div><div>So for now, it's pretty much just playing the waiting game. We'll be working with Metal Blade on editing rad footage from the studio and hotel for your pleasure, or whatever, and we're heading to SXSW in March. Speaking of which, we really could use your help getting there. We're setting up a Kickstarter right now (don't judge us) and we'll be offering some fucking rad rewards to sweeten the deal. Ron Houser himself will be up on the web explaining why it's so important that you help us out if you can. We'll make it worth your while.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for all the support, y'all are the best. Enjoy the photos.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lzfMuiOeJjwb3rPxJexE267h1pRNowteUwUPAvbZAZFYiQiso1XadmggStUqYBwHG5AfLqE-Nb-b03dhl4LT2Zbm3F0AtlT4xDbVxRbrdhL4FuOBcY3HcZZpGmBUnASsqXWLY9rNzrzA/s1600/IMG_2568.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lzfMuiOeJjwb3rPxJexE267h1pRNowteUwUPAvbZAZFYiQiso1XadmggStUqYBwHG5AfLqE-Nb-b03dhl4LT2Zbm3F0AtlT4xDbVxRbrdhL4FuOBcY3HcZZpGmBUnASsqXWLY9rNzrzA/s400/IMG_2568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711991310345956114" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbuQqzGWjis2Lk6m1Ua3NsvLYMfGzL2BfuA2InwgBW612Y3GXvEuRcsaxTGrvAwHIksy2vICw3lK8EDsN9rx0N6TC6kDFkUDbnxh28bIIO0Gjtgxv9sTqVlSl2_6cec8x2KmjtoQU_Ghos/s1600/IMG_2522.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; 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Until now. Everything is sounding great and we're having a blast. I can already tell this album is going to be far superior to the last one. Our guitar tones are breaking through way harder and rounder, like fake tits. I think we've developed a sound that sticks out from other bands, but, then again, I think all other bands suck besides Cinderella.<br /><br />Our hotel room is ok. We had to bitch them out for not making our beds or giving us clean towels. And there's no shampoo to fight over. But the hotel sits beside the water and I got drunk the first night and jumped in. Hurt my toe. <br /><br />We're taking tons of photos and video, but we're holding off showing a lot of it so we can edit it down to a Star Wars-esque masterpiece. Ian has been practicing shouting "Mootini!" and Ron has found a way to brush his hair so he looks like Chewbacca. I'm obviously Admiral Acbar and Eric can be one of the droids you're not looking for. But i've included a taste for you below. <br /><br />Alright, Campers, I'm off for now, but stay up, stay black, and stay fresh with Monistat Soothing Care Chafing Relief Powder-Gel. <br /><br />(note: internet here sucks. couldn't post the video.)<br /><br /><a href="http://colorado.indiebliss.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 748px;" src="http://colorado.indiebliss.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-39598748361781988202012-02-10T09:28:00.000-08:002012-02-10T09:29:42.296-08:00Rival Tribal Rebel Revelry and Resilience<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh8ysvfsBgsq_jFBk8gOXiAq37HNeG8Ebw2N664Ntq7ZlledSOTq8YACAuvg6MYhVmnBoDtej_q1Up7m0l6VAQpUJ23jJ3EiPJfIjh1WFEVuMOO8ZU5uT_vxw7NLuv1jz-GIvM5vNvNFs6/s1600/83543.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh8ysvfsBgsq_jFBk8gOXiAq37HNeG8Ebw2N664Ntq7ZlledSOTq8YACAuvg6MYhVmnBoDtej_q1Up7m0l6VAQpUJ23jJ3EiPJfIjh1WFEVuMOO8ZU5uT_vxw7NLuv1jz-GIvM5vNvNFs6/s400/83543.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707560407828558898" /></a><br />For Those Who Give The Fuck, Gypsyhawk begin recording our second full length album this sunday in Oakland at the same studio we did our last album Patience and Perseverance. We're doing ten new songs about typical metaphysical introspective wanderings like love, creativity, bargain hunting, and the megaloceros. Actually there's a few songs about outer space, a few songs about Westeros and Beyond, one about Catcher In The Rye (which is actually about a pastrami sandwich), another one about Ohio, and one about some other crap. I don't know. I don't write the lyrics. But I'll try and keep you updated on our progress and let you know if anyone is fucking up.The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-83409302174621992532011-10-26T22:53:00.000-07:002011-10-27T01:02:28.015-07:00Day 23 - The End: We Leave The South, We Do New York, We Zig West, Then South, And West Again. A Hobbit's Tale.I'll make this quick. <br /><br />Richmond, VA: Partied all night with the Merciless Souls motorcycle club. Not unlike Judas Priest's "Rock Hard, Ride Free". <br /><br />Brooklyn, NY: Two nights. Rain and Defense. Rockin' and Sockin'. Dinosaurs and 2 Bit Whores. <br /><br />Lexington, KY: Always a Classic. <br /><br />Columbus, OH: Secret cache of O.G. Four Loko. Heaven to some. <br /><br />Cincinnati, OH: Or Covington, KY, depending on who you ask. <br /><br />Detroit, MI: There's a good reason its name is often followed by "Rock City". Live video with great sound on our facebook page. <br /><br />Chicago, IL: Da Bears. <br /><br />St. Paul, MN: Free Pabst swag. Cool montage of clips from our set on the Pabst facebook page. Wannabe hair metal band, I think. <br /><br />Des Moines, IA: Playing Six Strings. Housing On Things. Eric Harris Sings. Hogwashings. <br /><br />Wichita, KS: To be continued....<br /><br />Amarillo, TX: Strippers. <br /><br />Albuquerque, NM: Super Giants in the sky, ping pong tables all night (and no, no beer pong), and Jesse Pinkman brought the good shit. <br /><br />Phoenix, AZ: We stopped here for a night and just had at it. Thanks, DiTina. <br /><br />L.A., CA: We'll let our good friend Dave Attell sum this one up: "You should have hung out, maaaan." "What happened???" "OHHhhhhh.... 10 minutes after you left. The Dixie Chicks showed up and fucked everybody. Even the fat boy with asthma wearing the Babylon 5 t-shirt got a hand job. And it's never going to happen again."<br /><br />I hope I didn't forget anything. Then again, maybe I do. <br /><br />So what did we learn? Ian will never run out of nicknames. The Alamo is a great place for a defensive position against bad times. Huntress is unstoppable. Detroit actually has a lot of money stashed away in it. The south's weather is fantastic in the last half of September. Barack Obama loves ribs in North Carolina. Denver will never stop partying. Some people think trees and rivers are lame, should be covered in cement, and replaced with Wal-Marts and Guitar Centers, and the best time and place to vent such feelings is when driving the van and others are trying to sleep but can't because they're having a laugh attack. Strippers are always the best time killer, c-sections or not. The Megalocerous just might be the First Deer. When comparing two things it's appropriate to say that one is "morer" than the other, but totally wrong to say "morerer". Family is the finest tool you have on the road. Stephen King's The Dark Tower involves lots of naps and man-boy love. Never get out of the fucking boat. Hogwashing is a totally ok way of bathing your junk. If the day does not require an AK, then it is good. Houston has the hottest girls. Stuff should also come out of men's nip nips, don't you think think? Always buy a bottle of bourbon before the show, but don't let Ron Houser know until it's almost all empty. O.G. Four Loko truly tastes far better than white people Four Loko. Don't fill up your laptop with Simpsons and Porn; it will crash. Whipped Cream flavored vodka is delicious. Blue Berry moonshine is delicious. Waffle House isn't alway delicious. Reno wins. L.A. is a dying animal. And Gypsyhawk can pull it together for 40 days and 40 nights without killing each other. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXpS6m-e9zSb3NUPmXQtxGz_abjNG-0h70SznMULeAx1yhHAI3Nhl3fOj2GTfXtoObMvLgTYQt8lLtdGVBBdEbo2wG2WdJq3-ZtolSCmUJECAXyK4ThWYH9sXYcR6uc0SKP6aPGIdv82_1/s400/IMG_1883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668066758771770354"></a><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwA2vChVNNsBOFPcByWaNn090EhfKbH4raRNAcV1McbwwgC1w0Nt2YlwZ5EN7b6rovx7swC0nPIfXLFbF8G6A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-12833198404123840942011-10-06T11:14:00.000-07:002011-10-06T11:27:37.845-07:00Day 22: Andrew Johnson City<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyze5SS2XxXKtKy45wGa9Nwq29tMhgnE13FY0dq99LF6AmeTqL9mOs5t89yMfVkxFLL7Z2j5fNxJo9d_mp6PqQD6GaEIBbDpNEvopxMeicAIpcZ1J-T0wC_3SPe7zjle7QFn2JoPMS3v6g/s1600/IMG_1899.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyze5SS2XxXKtKy45wGa9Nwq29tMhgnE13FY0dq99LF6AmeTqL9mOs5t89yMfVkxFLL7Z2j5fNxJo9d_mp6PqQD6GaEIBbDpNEvopxMeicAIpcZ1J-T0wC_3SPe7zjle7QFn2JoPMS3v6g/s400/IMG_1899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660446956243738466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnCeppGjJmVfOdslj2Qug7eEgg3nGFcKzGgers6PN5anOGoVFoxeq_A7n6oCTNrfUPHG5u6FjdF0UX3sEnjH5yfh3nJufoIZr6vPVQGgxVocW6gW7MJRp6c6VZcSMAOdLkDiSVFWGJbeV/s1600/IMG_1903.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnCeppGjJmVfOdslj2Qug7eEgg3nGFcKzGgers6PN5anOGoVFoxeq_A7n6oCTNrfUPHG5u6FjdF0UX3sEnjH5yfh3nJufoIZr6vPVQGgxVocW6gW7MJRp6c6VZcSMAOdLkDiSVFWGJbeV/s400/IMG_1903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660446959899578834" /></a><br /><br />Andrew Johnson is arguably the worst president in U.S. history. Basically everything Lincoln and the North brought about to help blacks was quickly undone under his administration as though nothing had happened. On the same note, Johnson City was arguably the worst show of the tour. So far, of course. <br /><br />Conversely, Ron and I housed an entire bottle of 103 proof Fighting Cock whiskey and woke up with nary a hang over. Good stuff!The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-56063248062883527302011-10-06T10:54:00.000-07:002011-10-06T11:14:17.751-07:00Day 21: Ashevillians<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQpetaxQYFwxPrSOe6jbjSTfLRtj_SjsEGgWVlYSN0SsUuhYdr_4jvlE1srK-m3dkbRETpohqwEwtTDurpFiqOyP469nvTfnD_Tp0ejVJhVDOjhdGJ5Vw1y9xhTCXkg-PJxD05IpGSIrq/s1600/IMG_1873.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQpetaxQYFwxPrSOe6jbjSTfLRtj_SjsEGgWVlYSN0SsUuhYdr_4jvlE1srK-m3dkbRETpohqwEwtTDurpFiqOyP469nvTfnD_Tp0ejVJhVDOjhdGJ5Vw1y9xhTCXkg-PJxD05IpGSIrq/s400/IMG_1873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660441463888397090" /></a><br /><br />I asked Kristin, who put on the show, and played guitar in ZOMBIE QUEEN, what I should include in this blog post. This is what she said:<br /><br />mmmm..let's see, hogzilla, shiner, upside down dri patch, busch lite blaze orange cammo can<br />satanic faith healing you gave me on my forehead<br />(didn't work btw.."E" for effort<br />though)<br />Zombie Queen Shout Out<br />(cuz we luv yuh)<br /><br />Me: is that all?<br /><br />Kristin: i'm thinkin... the night was a little hazy!<br />oh Yeah! BiGGGG WEINEZ!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Yeah, that pretty much sums it right up.The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-89049533007027751652011-10-06T10:37:00.000-07:002011-10-06T10:53:16.372-07:00Day 20: Dancing the Charleston<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN02TbVe0JQkteHZijJ_MM3JCkcfEhIBbgOrLMjrCbtY9VFxEE9Uwz20WvOlh9kOeXvyo4hOlWxLWhB64fRXNnAwEl4btO5eiTb5Q31kJEisPX1M5TOi7BhoOSML_CunBjKeJdcJUo9gJf/s1600/IMG_1861.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN02TbVe0JQkteHZijJ_MM3JCkcfEhIBbgOrLMjrCbtY9VFxEE9Uwz20WvOlh9kOeXvyo4hOlWxLWhB64fRXNnAwEl4btO5eiTb5Q31kJEisPX1M5TOi7BhoOSML_CunBjKeJdcJUo9gJf/s400/IMG_1861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660438519106329490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPUsdNl98VErB_mr47CHx_kjjniePLhRBjQfhB4pjwjlbomfZZKkTbCZuNkxhQnlo2oXPZpLVy5KQMcwv70nDojYjsckNHTVU0R681ctRK4c_ZlC3u1PDiJQGgshyhyzf0gSQGlxr8eAF/s1600/IMG_1986.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPUsdNl98VErB_mr47CHx_kjjniePLhRBjQfhB4pjwjlbomfZZKkTbCZuNkxhQnlo2oXPZpLVy5KQMcwv70nDojYjsckNHTVU0R681ctRK4c_ZlC3u1PDiJQGgshyhyzf0gSQGlxr8eAF/s400/IMG_1986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660438506862541602" /></a><br />PARTY! Totally made up for Birmingham. Isn't Sabbath from Birmingham? Anyway, super special thanks to Cam Bowman. We couldn't have asked for a better dude to put on a show. It was fun, we got Jack and Pizza, and even though there were scary bugs crawling up my pants legs we stood upon flying buttresses and defended the good times.The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-24454292898521672212011-10-06T10:28:00.000-07:002011-10-06T10:35:31.309-07:00Day 19: Greenbow, Alabama<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFdV5-MFSPMBRausiTOUhIlw5QdD_SKgslKj99A9l-UOwaMuUYrfJhEz8MV-baCFg3SQHTNJWvpR4aelCpQzkOFXF0oqbDfB5VxkYk-cXzkpiT5hoUZveh_yjnREAtrfl1bTzMy2EGtql/s1600/IMG_1431.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFdV5-MFSPMBRausiTOUhIlw5QdD_SKgslKj99A9l-UOwaMuUYrfJhEz8MV-baCFg3SQHTNJWvpR4aelCpQzkOFXF0oqbDfB5VxkYk-cXzkpiT5hoUZveh_yjnREAtrfl1bTzMy2EGtql/s400/IMG_1431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660433351727745106" /></a><br /><br />No local support. No fucking show. This is why I delay writing these things because sometimes there's just nothing to write about. We literally played for just the other band, who was on tour from Kansas City, the staff, and two people Eric knew. Everyone was nice and cool and all, but, shit, if you're not going to find any local bands let me know and even though I hate having to do it I'd rather spend a few hours combing through droll, unbearable myspace pages to find something decent than look like an asshole headbanging for the sound guy.The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-50050380695394202322011-10-03T23:53:00.000-07:002011-10-04T00:01:33.176-07:00Day 18: New Orleans, left.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiEHS1EAoExIB8gCaho-bhRex39dAOSCWb4wAhRiHyEQlwyWY4RMm3rVbhT8uCao4cnvMF0CRWiBh4TPSZXU2H-AdAp15-Tfiaktmh0KOe4aY6Gxi78FE9S_DngW6IGyiS2cwKDDvrgWUg/s1600/IMG_1509.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiEHS1EAoExIB8gCaho-bhRex39dAOSCWb4wAhRiHyEQlwyWY4RMm3rVbhT8uCao4cnvMF0CRWiBh4TPSZXU2H-AdAp15-Tfiaktmh0KOe4aY6Gxi78FE9S_DngW6IGyiS2cwKDDvrgWUg/s400/IMG_1509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659528476733307330" /></a><br />I stayed up all day<br />From Houston to Lafayette<br />Puked in van next day. <br /> - Ancient, Ancient HaikuThe Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-72442123045491730902011-10-03T23:27:00.000-07:002011-10-03T23:52:07.751-07:00Day 17: HOUSEton<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_lSjPcoxFtat3P4B2s6vBnmjEb_cWd9AV0Ea0wY_5p1TQP-1kVpsGLe9aDP6HCv8r8MR97ywstxYrm21rqq8JtiDn6FRh1jGvF858Gk5LvZjK16k223MUb_ITz87g57HT6hDK0CdNEJ4U/s1600/IMG_1855.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_lSjPcoxFtat3P4B2s6vBnmjEb_cWd9AV0Ea0wY_5p1TQP-1kVpsGLe9aDP6HCv8r8MR97ywstxYrm21rqq8JtiDn6FRh1jGvF858Gk5LvZjK16k223MUb_ITz87g57HT6hDK0CdNEJ4U/s400/IMG_1855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659522225315542082" border="0"></a><br />Surprisingly, no photos or videos or money shots from the Houston date. That really makes no sense. We had a great time. VENOMOUS MAXIMUS had a great time. Everyone had a great time. Even the midget chained to my feet acting obedient under the assumption I had 3 dead lollipop guild under my house had a pretty good time. I beat him with a stick. You ask, why is none of this on camera? Because. We were having too much fun hanging out in Houston. <object id="BLOG_video-FAILED" class="BLOG_video_class" contentid="FAILED" height="266" width="320"></object>The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-66224025851460716372011-09-28T22:31:00.000-07:002011-09-28T22:51:11.597-07:00Day 16: South By South I'm the Best Man, I Deeed It<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3n6kFQQ__kv0LWR6m1uRd0671Rthh_N6LgBstt5PWXdxTUYw7RgX2KFb1RywRI-b1ZQQJrEetuBcfndbwlxyjeKEpMhdsjnDFSVrsy0IpelOHZrKibueOA9M4KaD8T6a1yK1VN-_fzyT/s1600/IMG_1854.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3n6kFQQ__kv0LWR6m1uRd0671Rthh_N6LgBstt5PWXdxTUYw7RgX2KFb1RywRI-b1ZQQJrEetuBcfndbwlxyjeKEpMhdsjnDFSVrsy0IpelOHZrKibueOA9M4KaD8T6a1yK1VN-_fzyT/s400/IMG_1854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657654709212616770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5mDU6kRbKOddxt2AddvpP5o5s4AynLte3oNIWdjYpdVyuGHgZHj8YbAT6TOAomhTeMmiUJzSdFd2VRIztqg35f0yieTju6Hpr8wjfqbKoRKa_2Qhbm2PLUeTr9QZHVsUsn92WSBVmla9/s1600/IMG_1853.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIZOMPM3LLT6ThRNBDvvSCJgxqpYT-ARtHHAcCc8x1tvCAwIgf6KjBvbz88v3g2zXdKKZ8NE1NVANt_Auw3_3P_CffTbdcK8aEtkAYDK7AQe32216T8IJyg36wYfEmPcbaIyBfrkg6bgb0/s400/IMG_1800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657652884287111314" /></a><br />Keep it short and sleep. Fantastic show at Red 7. As you know, Mother Ship are very much our good best bros. Scorpion Child are now officially too. Let's let the pics speak for themselves.The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-86654580935504521782011-09-28T22:01:00.000-07:002011-09-28T22:29:11.044-07:00Day 14: Texarkana... I got nothinYou know when you're in a Southern road house in Arkansas, and all the locals look at you like you're Patrick Swayze taking a dump, and the promoter welcomes you in like you're his brother just returning from his third tour in Afghanistan, and then you play an awesome set for a shit ton of people, and one dude who works there named Something Rad gives you a jar of home made BBQ sauce, and then you go to a bar and meet a bunch of rad new friends, and then you time travel around town for a few hours, then it goes on and on, getting more and more awesome, and you get a bunch of free M:tG cards, and you eat bbq, and your life just rules, and rules, and rules for 3 days? Well, that's Texarkana. <br /><br /><br />There's lots of photos you can't see, but here's a few we think you should. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7hFtNbL2TCA4DlNZlzy94Ax9sZHY5WqSi2f3kmeSt5U57qotYE55nS-iTq6RibLPO42iq4JhoCV092Yl7pOj8eheBGtmLGeeFwV58Y1MTuFsAppZqn4jso13T2sI5_GScUaiXWgiL1Ccb/s1600/IMG_1766.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7hFtNbL2TCA4DlNZlzy94Ax9sZHY5WqSi2f3kmeSt5U57qotYE55nS-iTq6RibLPO42iq4JhoCV092Yl7pOj8eheBGtmLGeeFwV58Y1MTuFsAppZqn4jso13T2sI5_GScUaiXWgiL1Ccb/s400/IMG_1766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657645211659417698" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5_Xkj5q2DUQhmkEN3d9RLjXlUB1u6G1CjSMLOsfn5LypoRHdtJQV3lhkFI236N6rbm9whcGr8Gji4pAWpG_DrrOwxaWEtckTi3ueZKrqHqsWBxSlfcdIp2a_OGW46vaVczTQ-geCPGZl/s1600/IMG_1753.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5_Xkj5q2DUQhmkEN3d9RLjXlUB1u6G1CjSMLOsfn5LypoRHdtJQV3lhkFI236N6rbm9whcGr8Gji4pAWpG_DrrOwxaWEtckTi3ueZKrqHqsWBxSlfcdIp2a_OGW46vaVczTQ-geCPGZl/s400/IMG_1753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657644924107577330" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkDFj8Gpn3uZAE7Fz1JSscZQW3NU1Wsyu_VloxWtArN_OH8L1sg4q7LQ4fwxTPe_txhTcW22YKrzJwj5Hs6T35tCeF4_wkWicT6NwT1kJN3619-5o9nW6wtHmeLxBCMHXWlMKdGdlMTQq5/s1600/IMG_1738.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkDFj8Gpn3uZAE7Fz1JSscZQW3NU1Wsyu_VloxWtArN_OH8L1sg4q7LQ4fwxTPe_txhTcW22YKrzJwj5Hs6T35tCeF4_wkWicT6NwT1kJN3619-5o9nW6wtHmeLxBCMHXWlMKdGdlMTQq5/s400/IMG_1738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657644701693502802" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvfxEtAOtxYrl7jq9MMFuYg4oyc3w_bnKH-kYjKNd0Ul-gCyXQd7Dvs2ENuN_Qs9uba1yB6A91lsjaHbZgq3OGwRyS0GJBviCFKTsAB7G0l-b4ftVmgKplMhmmkLyzpT7_3B05h8pVBuQl/s1600/IMG_1732.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvfxEtAOtxYrl7jq9MMFuYg4oyc3w_bnKH-kYjKNd0Ul-gCyXQd7Dvs2ENuN_Qs9uba1yB6A91lsjaHbZgq3OGwRyS0GJBviCFKTsAB7G0l-b4ftVmgKplMhmmkLyzpT7_3B05h8pVBuQl/s400/IMG_1732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657644299246501618" border="0"></a><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwxZBxIEc22ckNjAgTIANjoVz0ZnXF7HFm3ELs_kpEUF2AQrZ_RW0o5tZwROd6TIi9u4EIkC0U7xXKzD1dY7g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzV_pgUGQb7Uo8H4u1vw0lyCXIPCYSZnTmTlvNfH5jQWrOV1C5D96UkzZxT9Jrs18ug2EE-RAoxNPvGLrnA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-67104076711810916172011-09-28T21:45:00.000-07:002011-09-28T22:00:43.922-07:00Actual Day 12: Oklahoma City SlangThese Muther Fuckers know how to party!!! Our fourth time here and it was like being at a North Korea Orwell Celebration Day party. <br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzXraHZdgS8HMZrizbD2VgXRRaLh8sGnBXPCEUXVSpo4jcq9nclwSK_La4awaamaZHL_ZARXl41lQo-lVe3Aw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-30668477168783329052011-09-25T18:53:00.000-07:002011-09-25T18:55:36.003-07:00Day 12: Kansas City. Kansas City, where you at?Well, it could have been worse. Hopefully the seed has been germinated, hooked up to some hydroponic system, and will be budding next time we're there. Judging by the excitement of those there, though, we'll be stoned in no time.The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-75162424273317684522011-09-25T18:45:00.000-07:002011-09-25T18:57:47.405-07:00Day 11: Rincorn Continentar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEfTNQHaxzgnrHgmHq6zFrXAKmbLlDL8Ri3TI53TyWPVoI3fmql2pir3mni6dP2aJEQk0nbXRixLRNDDTAwVvzpFTRFx_TqTsFporaH8Hno7iCpB7l_F9NGBFCFnD_33O51NQ-ZweulvW_/s1600/IMG_1771.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEfTNQHaxzgnrHgmHq6zFrXAKmbLlDL8Ri3TI53TyWPVoI3fmql2pir3mni6dP2aJEQk0nbXRixLRNDDTAwVvzpFTRFx_TqTsFporaH8Hno7iCpB7l_F9NGBFCFnD_33O51NQ-ZweulvW_/s400/IMG_1771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656481644658122466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwm9KF3GPrQ3BxPTBJGMwb3RL_3NuftaIZ8618AG6MhaA-kaQlaQrXYENHXyedW8sJvV2mqIuyPesmUKd47S6O-TBHuUqtWr8YzMmePP1qUsDFPLJoB5TtKKNq-VxA3ex0CcpkGVhYyQ68/s1600/IMG_1727.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwm9KF3GPrQ3BxPTBJGMwb3RL_3NuftaIZ8618AG6MhaA-kaQlaQrXYENHXyedW8sJvV2mqIuyPesmUKd47S6O-TBHuUqtWr8YzMmePP1qUsDFPLJoB5TtKKNq-VxA3ex0CcpkGVhYyQ68/s400/IMG_1727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656479856358590194" /></a><br />Lincoln is a groovy little city with lots to offer visiting bands and anyone who like the shit out of Husker Football. We took it pretty easy this night, but that's because the city has a way of letting things get out of hand if you don't watch your cornhole. <br /><br />Oh and we also ran into Carl from Huntress. Turns out he plays drums in indie rock bands too.The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-51028935103931030912011-09-19T18:16:00.000-07:002011-09-19T18:17:46.304-07:00Day 10: Denveriation On A Theme<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji3GZaEYkiE_uYN9Aij3UVXekB_ysPXD1RJw54iwc-YpDy2krV-4XayObB-chS-mn6hsTIPdSJIsdqydHswOeOMChcTVSe4-nPasQOdpEffkGo8JbxxZue6XIHgklJ-qUT0iH7LdEFgPeZ/s1600/IMG_1722.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji3GZaEYkiE_uYN9Aij3UVXekB_ysPXD1RJw54iwc-YpDy2krV-4XayObB-chS-mn6hsTIPdSJIsdqydHswOeOMChcTVSe4-nPasQOdpEffkGo8JbxxZue6XIHgklJ-qUT0iH7LdEFgPeZ/s400/IMG_1722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654244798380789362" /></a><br />Huh. Who’d have thought Denver would be the best show yet on the tour?The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-51768337117175505512011-09-19T12:37:00.000-07:002011-09-19T18:14:46.530-07:00Day X+3: Salt Lake Deez NutsWell, it was the final show of the tour with Huntress. What a bunch of assholes. I mean, seriously, do you really need that much cocaine up your vein? It’s like they’re using the Motley Crue biography as a road map. Dudes and chick, this isn’t 1982. It’s 2011. Kids don’t think partying is cool unless you take photos and then superimpose cats and “FAIL” on top. This day in age, you need to act professional at all times. Word to the wise: do what we did, which is pretty much suck as many balls as you can while fingering any lingering poop hole. It worked for Steve Carell, and it will work for you too.The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-46397857407823951952011-09-19T12:23:00.000-07:002011-09-19T12:35:28.968-07:00Day X+2: Boise Dem Hippies??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3LfNVSju5p1sLhIiZW6XQl7DuhRGdGWBPtwn4KEKVWA7Guj7X3Kf74Tk0u-Lad7nNaT0vgxDXd0i9iT4MnRsQQ359o2RIAb9-kFsz7sVlrtfT04fjLNOW_SNrxjXeawe77orjkx1WI4kM/s1600/IMG_1704.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3LfNVSju5p1sLhIiZW6XQl7DuhRGdGWBPtwn4KEKVWA7Guj7X3Kf74Tk0u-Lad7nNaT0vgxDXd0i9iT4MnRsQQ359o2RIAb9-kFsz7sVlrtfT04fjLNOW_SNrxjXeawe77orjkx1WI4kM/s400/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654156295026460050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuEYvc7d-BP9GF7BwY6dEbjoPLm61BHwFopf_tnnNCiOpvIG-W3Du4xUrBladtL0tc6QuiW78R12OfmNeDaE63mvFOu1OILJmqXUTspPJe2oWFTJTwGu5uaEwBdX3Sq9Hyk81U7uTvs9lA/s1600/IMG_1706.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuEYvc7d-BP9GF7BwY6dEbjoPLm61BHwFopf_tnnNCiOpvIG-W3Du4xUrBladtL0tc6QuiW78R12OfmNeDaE63mvFOu1OILJmqXUTspPJe2oWFTJTwGu5uaEwBdX3Sq9Hyk81U7uTvs9lA/s400/IMG_1706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654155818032108562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDABthmrmjsCdT5McSJyXs9hBB0J6syWi6iTteHJDJVjTY3sp8dwF35g7KmloIrcIgDBz-jkPj4dFABkTuRhKqAAi-HQZDaEMXwRr0esThp9pW5GVODTxEvkrvzf9y4SPj1JqeRuEVq8eQ/s1600/IMG_1702.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDABthmrmjsCdT5McSJyXs9hBB0J6syWi6iTteHJDJVjTY3sp8dwF35g7KmloIrcIgDBz-jkPj4dFABkTuRhKqAAi-HQZDaEMXwRr0esThp9pW5GVODTxEvkrvzf9y4SPj1JqeRuEVq8eQ/s400/IMG_1702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654155319497013874" /></a><br />Some stripper at the strip club called us hippies and then gave Ian the “Houna Hou, Bra” Chaka thumb and pinkie thing. He just shook his head and gave her the maloik. Her 19 year old daughter was supposed to bring us drugs later at the show, but they must have had a fight because she never came. However, we did discover Gypsyhawk’s new brand of choice: Georgia Moon Corn Whiskey: For When You’re Just Not Ready For That To Go Up Your Cornhole. $11.00 a 1/5 and smooth as a floater. We got 2. No Thanks to Huntress for drinking it all. At least that’s what Ron Funkhouser said happened to it.The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-18608282107980491172011-09-19T12:19:00.000-07:002011-09-19T12:22:49.403-07:00Day X+1: Rattle In Seattle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG1AjTITBBJJQTahVjPVOH-bbCe-1tzsjevgE5hxtO96XSpFWR_RavYQ0hk19z5JdFP3PYYguvYkkJkMNYhwPpgNbjgPZG5CFnPSuV9fiaCRIcTPohjBwwom47h1KVNW5sHDU5NiuI1Yn1/s1600/IMG_1695.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG1AjTITBBJJQTahVjPVOH-bbCe-1tzsjevgE5hxtO96XSpFWR_RavYQ0hk19z5JdFP3PYYguvYkkJkMNYhwPpgNbjgPZG5CFnPSuV9fiaCRIcTPohjBwwom47h1KVNW5sHDU5NiuI1Yn1/s400/IMG_1695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654153344025567122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEldoCdi8WKJItHJF7Gup-TJQMBToYrve-9K-ka9TxNcFo8JpGziXt7Onp2xGwDzTSeEdsmFCdQzp-8AgafRo5ApQfCqzSYtE5fjPWm1rnqhmuSbsPI1PUc23AxnkPqIMGBR8qrEMAQfF/s1600/IMG_1693.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEldoCdi8WKJItHJF7Gup-TJQMBToYrve-9K-ka9TxNcFo8JpGziXt7Onp2xGwDzTSeEdsmFCdQzp-8AgafRo5ApQfCqzSYtE5fjPWm1rnqhmuSbsPI1PUc23AxnkPqIMGBR8qrEMAQfF/s400/IMG_1693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654153078975484818" /></a><br />We played with the homie Darwin’s band Ayahuasca Travelers so that was cool enough. Then, it turned out the closing band Brokaw has a dude from Burning Witch so THAT was especially cool. Ian thinks one of the dudes from Soundgarden was there too, but I said I think it was the dude from that band that did the song about walking 5,000 miles. The Pretenders, or something. We also saw a lot of crippled people walking around. We figured with Seattle’s not-so-inspiring weather all year long that these people were most likely botched dives off the Space Needle.The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-58833471401605774362011-09-18T01:28:00.000-07:002011-09-19T12:17:14.214-07:00Day X: Portland Tail Chazers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoLcTGU_dNZJ1JN1yxey58d_eai7OgXxYdkaR76QJ6G6zYovWVVtlmGP68ErUsyANr4tBb2BGpolq-Z3Ohs1U0JIZANOE6a9Bs6ezKO7r0YHgtU4QfPRsrGHZ1H8GFLfIKyk9Aml9u_tew/s1600/IMG_1691.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoLcTGU_dNZJ1JN1yxey58d_eai7OgXxYdkaR76QJ6G6zYovWVVtlmGP68ErUsyANr4tBb2BGpolq-Z3Ohs1U0JIZANOE6a9Bs6ezKO7r0YHgtU4QfPRsrGHZ1H8GFLfIKyk9Aml9u_tew/s400/IMG_1691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653615159046206226" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3-hT2xFctnsLzttfz2b1rBC0VMRnQJGayyNwdIe4jx-jZybbquGlMQk6IXjuFbcmv_PoSmFIGlfrc6M7qP6L2arCSzd4g-I_hNv4RSypNSN_ZtAewdFJYBRSAUuJvp2GAl5y5WWCvGgq/s1600/IMG_1686.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3-hT2xFctnsLzttfz2b1rBC0VMRnQJGayyNwdIe4jx-jZybbquGlMQk6IXjuFbcmv_PoSmFIGlfrc6M7qP6L2arCSzd4g-I_hNv4RSypNSN_ZtAewdFJYBRSAUuJvp2GAl5y5WWCvGgq/s400/IMG_1686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653614519076014402" border="0"></a><br />Yeah. PDX. A city that didn’t have anything cooler than an airport to inspire a nickname. How about TriCano? There’s three bad ass volcanoes covered in snow all year round surrounding the city and that’s not used as a major selling point? I guess I can see why. We call Pasadena the PSD, but it sounds cool (see: Ice Cube’s verse in “Fuck Tha Police”). “X” is like, rollerblade competitions and nu-metal. But, we scored some magic cards and drank whiskey on the Sandy River during the day, so not all was lost. <br /><br />One funny thing, when the liquor store clerk in the Red Fang shirt asked what we sound like I said, “Kinda like Red Fang so you might be down,” he replied, “nah. I don’t really like Red Fang.” He didn’t come. Maybe he’s like that homeless guy at the 7-11 in Highland park wearing a “Gippie Hawk” shirt because some teenagers gave it to him in exchange for buying them beer. <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzTmVQAHkolEXrrI3nXfq-lWhofoUnDyP2XnIxbHroQnAykgo8vSpTCE_f5GRd691ciaimVKUa0Nw4ZI0yJTg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-20771057432097944252011-09-11T16:23:00.000-07:002011-09-11T16:39:35.994-07:00Day Four: Fuck Beano, Just Give Me RENO!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4y6Alx3YvLT514gD4s9fbl0_DANm4Vm4fV7Z4ohdzaoqwT94NPdqSydKdbd-UZL8xzBviAabCQuK-uWU2dBvmaCvLoh6B-oRd_lMx93H0yAxoNI1rvnT54mucdgyGU8yxZy6vGBFUr4u/s1600/IMG_1679.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4y6Alx3YvLT514gD4s9fbl0_DANm4Vm4fV7Z4ohdzaoqwT94NPdqSydKdbd-UZL8xzBviAabCQuK-uWU2dBvmaCvLoh6B-oRd_lMx93H0yAxoNI1rvnT54mucdgyGU8yxZy6vGBFUr4u/s400/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651250588899330338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzFgQOZYhfoWnUJw7EAMFrG90zRZnkped_VsG95_p9xBBYA2eUHdszeBYujh-jWggK6wGdMlTwf9UOM_jDnqtpsG8WcmwuMvZ1e2Z8EiTcnw8kN9AqDvY5sDbV3a4WlC15BU1eR5etxjQV/s1600/IMG_1673.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzFgQOZYhfoWnUJw7EAMFrG90zRZnkped_VsG95_p9xBBYA2eUHdszeBYujh-jWggK6wGdMlTwf9UOM_jDnqtpsG8WcmwuMvZ1e2Z8EiTcnw8kN9AqDvY5sDbV3a4WlC15BU1eR5etxjQV/s400/IMG_1673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651250063426040994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nmyEUSn2WgH_VNALGc3b5RyZAN6P0OBNaNZsEzOWX5-SJOKk-jcAsymCtccpqDfejSOxsKyViJgl_tgUK26_xYFeVPdWceEbYOaRxOcvu3fRzEXheeBEF1rT3VPSCQ9TKMTkG_pOl0Jy/s1600/IMG_1678.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nmyEUSn2WgH_VNALGc3b5RyZAN6P0OBNaNZsEzOWX5-SJOKk-jcAsymCtccpqDfejSOxsKyViJgl_tgUK26_xYFeVPdWceEbYOaRxOcvu3fRzEXheeBEF1rT3VPSCQ9TKMTkG_pOl0Jy/s400/IMG_1678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651249906637601890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZRPCoxtJcLQtHf2PPQcvLofd0ipzUIDb9uhM3MuYNyyFahuznn_PoVnVCbBftcBDIKbmxYG2gP9UBWLmGKrWYoBrCTl7XkDlBVNPagsrI56b4HvplcwKUy6K0eOJ4Iw6FAhuYfIGtr2N-/s1600/IMG_1676.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZRPCoxtJcLQtHf2PPQcvLofd0ipzUIDb9uhM3MuYNyyFahuznn_PoVnVCbBftcBDIKbmxYG2gP9UBWLmGKrWYoBrCTl7XkDlBVNPagsrI56b4HvplcwKUy6K0eOJ4Iw6FAhuYfIGtr2N-/s400/IMG_1676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651249756860688514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTvhVmb0czy93ZA6WASsbDVdXRUfmTG4adIwVNZD2FS9UnC5xzEfRACvG4U_ySoh-7cC9_IYd4RRCWQhLaZj7K2W36nkGVh4MmIclns1bZiISww4fLPKKrssap-3a3hnwRU7H1WSSGMPZ/s1600/IMG_1669.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTvhVmb0czy93ZA6WASsbDVdXRUfmTG4adIwVNZD2FS9UnC5xzEfRACvG4U_ySoh-7cC9_IYd4RRCWQhLaZj7K2W36nkGVh4MmIclns1bZiISww4fLPKKrssap-3a3hnwRU7H1WSSGMPZ/s400/IMG_1669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651248291484262994" /></a><br />You've heard it all before. You know how we do in this town. This was no exception.Ron Houser was getting a quarter pound Big Bite at the 7-11 around 6 in the moorning when he met a stripper in her pajamas who invited him back to drink beer, smoke weed, and watch Twilight. Breakfast with Lepp (which is some sort of food and lots of drinks) before getting DOG-T tattoos. On a negative note, it was the last show of tour with Glitter Wizard. But we're determined to get them on a full proper tour one day.The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5278175375674817503.post-62103163972502795522011-09-11T16:16:00.000-07:002011-09-11T16:22:04.131-07:00Day 3: San Francisco Cock Suckers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibIswDwbmC8cj4wi3fns8JB8IXVZxXqpgMeYUi3G0yEzARw2WzwtgK8ZLcwZv0OyMcYfI7D2dOTmVzplM_EeFwgghhX-4f7i_-Q-LCBv_LNv1UqRp-gCdmDDVM_N_fiL280IAsPJScO8Vc/s1600/IMG_1663.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibIswDwbmC8cj4wi3fns8JB8IXVZxXqpgMeYUi3G0yEzARw2WzwtgK8ZLcwZv0OyMcYfI7D2dOTmVzplM_EeFwgghhX-4f7i_-Q-LCBv_LNv1UqRp-gCdmDDVM_N_fiL280IAsPJScO8Vc/s400/IMG_1663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651245629359646770" /></a><br />Woo kept blathering about some dude who stole Swerengin’s juice so we set out to get it back. Once we got it our set finally came back into full force tour muther fucking Gypsyhawk gusto. San Francisco will always be home to us. Definitely the best show of tour so far. But P.P. Rider had an ominous premonition in his sleep: an Asian midget shaved off his beard. The poor boy wasn’t right the whole next day. Also, we met our colleagues from Sweden known as In Solitude who were also on tour, but with Down. We were just down with them. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rGU2xwSsFs">Watch This</a>The Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136767623579099339noreply@blogger.com0