Last night we played The Map Room in South Carolina with Calhoun, and a jam band with approximately three hundred members. Their name had something to do with Fungus I think, and they had THREE saxophones. Pretty impressive.
The Map Room was a cool venue, with great sound, and our good friend Chris Darden brought some of his friends to the show, so it was a good time.
After the show, we went back to Chris's fraternity house, where we gave his brothers some lessons in how to play Halo, Texas style. That means triple kills, followed by brutal trash-talking. The Frontier Brothers possibly have a career waiting for them as professional Halo players if this whole music thing doesn't work out. Joining us for the post-show hangout was Brett Favre's daughter, who was intoxicated, but very friendly. She also, not surprisingly, looks like a female Brett Favre which was pretty funny.
Saving the best for last, we woke up this morning to find the space where we had parked our van and trailor completely empty. I almost passed out when I saw the empty space waiting for us, thinking that ALL of our gear and my car had been stolen. However, (relatively) fortunately, it had only been towed by Turky's Towing, who's slogan on their business card is, "If you need a jerk, call the Turk!"
Our brief experience with them indeed confirmed that they are trying very hard to live up to their slogan, by being humongous assholes to everyone they meet. However, 200 dollars later, our van and trailor were free, whereupon we proceeded to pull up to the front office, honk the horn, and flick off the morbidly obese front office clerk.
After this latest misadventure, Marshall Galactic summed it up best, by coining our new mantra, "If you can't kill us, don't try to stop us!"
We have been through a lot on this tour already, but we ARE going to finish this tour!
We are now well on our way to Raleigh, Durham, where we will proceed to spread the gospel of space to the students of Duke University, and hopefully they will pay us thousands of dollars. That's pretty much the only way this tour has a chance of breaking even.
We will continue trying to keep you guys updated on this crazy adventure we are having...at least until someone steals our computer.
Travis
2008-04-17
2008-04-15
Throwing up all over Smiths Olde Bar
We played Smiths Olde Bar in Atlanta, Georgia last night with Calhoun and an Appalachian music band from Athens called Sweet-Tooth Simpleton. It was an exceptional show all around, with both Calhoun and Sweet-tooth playing the best shows I have ever seen from either band. Of course, that was the only time I have ever seen Sweet-tooth, but still, great show.
Some notable moments from the night:
1. Noticing the extreme dedication and hard work that someone had put into writing different band names with a reference to poop in the title ALL OVER the green room backstage.
Examples:
Frank Crappa
Rage Against the Poop
Kenny LOGgins
Sgt Peppers Lonely Poop Club Band
These are merely 4 of the literally HUNDREDS of references to poop backstage. We salute your dedication to your craft, whoever you are, strange poop obsessed weirdo.
2. Brett accidentally poisoning himself with gas station amphetamines.
Due to the extremely long hours we have been driving, Marshall picked up something called "80 Hour Energy" from a gas station. It is a spray container that you spray under your tongue, that claims to give you limitless energy with no twitching or crash.
I would dispute those claims, as just prior to the show, I found Brett sleeping in his keyboard case backstage, both twitching AND crashing from taking some 80 hour energy just prior to arriving at the venue. It looked like the show might be doomed, but Brett pulled it together big time, and put on an awesome show - dancing and jamming through the sickness.
Only after the show, did I find him on the back staircase of the venue puking his brains out. He claimed he threw up 6 times, but personally it looked more 16 or 17 times to me. He got a good nights rest last night though, and hopefully will recover for the rest of the tour. Way to be a badass Brett!
3. Me decorating my drumkit in my own blood.
At some point during the early part of the show last night I must have hit my hand with a drumstick, because I looked down at the end of Everyone's A Neutron Bomb, wondering why my hands felt really slick on the drumsticks, and noticed that they were literally covered in my own blood. It's strange, because it appears now to be a minor wound, but it would NOT STOP bleeding. I had to run offstage after the next song to get some towels from the bathroom, so I could wipe myself off between songs. Marshall then told the crowd that I have aids (I don't have aids, ladies), which I am not sure was the best way to make them stick around. It all worked out though, because we played a great show, and now my drumkit looks like some sort of modern art masterpiece.
When the other guys get up, we will head out to South Carolina, to see what tonight has in store for us. We will try to keep you updated, thanks for following us on our adventures!
-Travis
Some notable moments from the night:
1. Noticing the extreme dedication and hard work that someone had put into writing different band names with a reference to poop in the title ALL OVER the green room backstage.
Examples:
Frank Crappa
Rage Against the Poop
Kenny LOGgins
Sgt Peppers Lonely Poop Club Band
These are merely 4 of the literally HUNDREDS of references to poop backstage. We salute your dedication to your craft, whoever you are, strange poop obsessed weirdo.
2. Brett accidentally poisoning himself with gas station amphetamines.
Due to the extremely long hours we have been driving, Marshall picked up something called "80 Hour Energy" from a gas station. It is a spray container that you spray under your tongue, that claims to give you limitless energy with no twitching or crash.
I would dispute those claims, as just prior to the show, I found Brett sleeping in his keyboard case backstage, both twitching AND crashing from taking some 80 hour energy just prior to arriving at the venue. It looked like the show might be doomed, but Brett pulled it together big time, and put on an awesome show - dancing and jamming through the sickness.
Only after the show, did I find him on the back staircase of the venue puking his brains out. He claimed he threw up 6 times, but personally it looked more 16 or 17 times to me. He got a good nights rest last night though, and hopefully will recover for the rest of the tour. Way to be a badass Brett!
3. Me decorating my drumkit in my own blood.
At some point during the early part of the show last night I must have hit my hand with a drumstick, because I looked down at the end of Everyone's A Neutron Bomb, wondering why my hands felt really slick on the drumsticks, and noticed that they were literally covered in my own blood. It's strange, because it appears now to be a minor wound, but it would NOT STOP bleeding. I had to run offstage after the next song to get some towels from the bathroom, so I could wipe myself off between songs. Marshall then told the crowd that I have aids (I don't have aids, ladies), which I am not sure was the best way to make them stick around. It all worked out though, because we played a great show, and now my drumkit looks like some sort of modern art masterpiece.
When the other guys get up, we will head out to South Carolina, to see what tonight has in store for us. We will try to keep you updated, thanks for following us on our adventures!
-Travis
2008-04-14
Tour is for Frontier Brothers.
Atlanta Georgia -
We performed Kickstand Woman at CNN Headquarters this morning for CNN Espanol (yes..). If you subscribe - viva! - check us out Thursday on the entertainment show. Ahhh, apparently we're late for our load in. Come check us out if you are in town tonight at Smith's Ole Bar. We're jamming at 8pm.
More soon.
Brett
We performed Kickstand Woman at CNN Headquarters this morning for CNN Espanol (yes..). If you subscribe - viva! - check us out Thursday on the entertainment show. Ahhh, apparently we're late for our load in. Come check us out if you are in town tonight at Smith's Ole Bar. We're jamming at 8pm.
More soon.
Brett
2008-04-10
MTV Blogs us. Thanks.
MTV's Subterranean music blog mentioned us today in a clever piece called "A&Ring MySpace Friend Requests." The editor picked four interesting bands off of myspace and reviewed them through the lens of an A&R exec.
Ehem: "They like country music and they like yacht rock. So they mushed them together and sprinkled some Ben Folds style piano rock on top. See that’s what we got out of it but they think their influenes are ELO, Bowie and Wilco, apparently. At any rate, we are not opposed to it. It makes our toes tap.
Verdict: Friends indeed."
Where did they get the idea that we like country music or yacht rock? I don't even know what yacht rock is. As for our influences - its true - we don't sound like any of those bands. But we don't really sound like anybody else so how do we address that ubiquitous query? Luckily, we make the editor's toes tap. Groovy!
PS. We were the lucky ones. The editor calls one band, "Not our friend," and another a 30 Seconds To Mars ripoff.
Subterranean Blogs TFB
Tough love? With friends like these...
Ehem: "They like country music and they like yacht rock. So they mushed them together and sprinkled some Ben Folds style piano rock on top. See that’s what we got out of it but they think their influenes are ELO, Bowie and Wilco, apparently. At any rate, we are not opposed to it. It makes our toes tap.
Verdict: Friends indeed."
Where did they get the idea that we like country music or yacht rock? I don't even know what yacht rock is. As for our influences - its true - we don't sound like any of those bands. But we don't really sound like anybody else so how do we address that ubiquitous query? Luckily, we make the editor's toes tap. Groovy!
PS. We were the lucky ones. The editor calls one band, "Not our friend," and another a 30 Seconds To Mars ripoff.
Subterranean Blogs TFB
Tough love? With friends like these...
2008-04-07
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