Imposing the two el presidente margarita limit.

Its 12:09 AM. We will be driving to Memphis tomorrow. 7 1/2 hours. The first drive is always the worst.

We decided to leave behind a little legacy in Austin, just so you don't forget about us while we're gone. Here's the plan.
1. Go to Chili's on Guadalupe and 45th.
2. Go inside and look to your left.
3.
4. Order two El Presidente Margaritas.
5. Drunkenly imitate Marshall Galactic.

She's the paste monk tartlett of my la la la la.
6. Pass out.

- Check in daily for news from the road.

The Night Before Tour Begins

Brett already left early today for a funeral in Fort Worth. It's just me now. I've been frantically active in preparation for the tour, attending to my own small but vital concerns toward what we might face on the road. Everything is organized: a suit case for chords and mics (on which I slapped the free "Shure" sticker that came with my SM58), different suitcases for different articles of clothing, ties and and pants in one, casual clothes in another. Still, I know all of it will inevitably fall apart on the road and all those pieces will drift, suspended in the random zero-gravity confusion of tour tiredness and disorder. But still I prepare and it quiets me. I like the work. 

When friends or people ask me stock questions, like "Are you excited?", I don't know how to respond. I've gotten used to telling them I don't get excited about much. It perplexes me how everyone is so "excited" all the time, as if pledging for a sorority or taking a two week trip to guatemala is like traveling to the space for the first time or something of equal value. Everyone is so excited. 

That being said, I look forward to the tour. I was telling Trav that for the first tour, we were pretty much thrust into the grind of it. We had no idea what to expect, what to do, how to handle ourselves or keep our sanity. It was grueling. Then came the second tour. My mental state thus predicted the same sort of Bataan Death March. But now, as this tour beckons me back into the flame of road life, I'm trying out a different perspective: Like I'm a goddamned hero, I'm van zandt spreading the gospel. This is the vintage tour, hitting the road. Because I have bad habit of reducing every aspect of life to its most brutish, disgusting, and ironic state, being a little romantic does not hurt me. 

Leaving for a long time, tonight, sitting around in the place that will soon be vacant is the sort of moment so terribly poignant that you want to ignore it. Like its not so dramatic, like you aren't leaving anything behind or taking too large a step. But if things go right I will not see my wood floors again for a long time. And everything will remain clean in this pierced moment, whiter than the rest. 

First tour stop. Dallas,

-Marshall Galactic

Much to do.

I'm leaving town soon and I will be gone for a long time. All preparations must be made- its a lot like our legendary exodus from the Betelgeuse galaxy, now that I think of it.
I need to pick up the new shirts (you're gonna like them), pack up our gear (including new speakers!), and clean my car (just because).

Yesterday, we got new spacesuits. My old silver was starting to tatter. Its very difficult to get Nahalon Zwoot tunics made here in Austin. We brought our previous suits from Betelgeuse, of course, but this time around we found a local tailor to help out. Spandex- breathable, sexy, reliable.

Okay- another thing that happened yesterday. I went in to get a haircut and the receptionist recognized me as a Frontier Brothers. Cool, huh?

B

Various bits.

Like Benjamin Franklin once said, "The Tour is coming!" He was probably referring to the great Frontier Brothers east coast tour of 2008. Where are we going so far?

Glad you asked:
Sep 12 2008 10:00P
The Doublewide w/Chomsky and The Burning Hotels Dallas, Texas
Sep 13 2008 5:30P
Rock the Campus for The Cure w/ Forever the Sickest Kids and Calhoun Dallas, Texas
Sep 16 2008 9:00P
The Beale Street Tap Room Memphis, Tennessee
Sep 18 2008 10:00P
The Attic Savannah, Georgia
Sep 19 2008 8:00P
Duke U. - The Armadillo Grill Uninc Orange County, North Carolina
Sep 20 2008 10:00P
SAE House Winston-Salem, North Carolina
Sep 21 2008 3:00P
Joslin Park Spencer, North Carolina
Sep 24 2008 10:00P
The Side Bar Baltimore, Maryland
Sep 25 2008 10:00P
The Fire Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Sep 26 2008 10:00P
The Lightyear Saloon New York City, New York
Sep 29 2008 10:00P
Hot Shots Glens Falls, New York
Oct 1 2008 9:00P
The Matinee Akron, Ohio
Oct 3 2008 10:00P
Gambier Grill (Kenyon College) Gambier, Ohio
Oct 4 2008 10:00P
Notre Dame - Houseparty at Elizabeth’s South Bend, Indiana
Oct 8 2008 9:30P
Ronny’s Chicago, Illinois
Oct 11 2008 9:30P
The Soundpony Tulsa, Oklahoma
Oct 25 2008 9:00P
The Moon w/Three Leaf Fort Worth, Texas

In other words, we're coming to a city near you.

Unless you live on the West Coast.

But that's okay, because we're coming to the west coast in NOVEMBER!!

Also, I just got off the phone with our friend Bryttany over at WeLogoIt.Com. Yes, new T-Shirts on American Apparel gear are on the way!!!!

So soft. So supple. So space.

TFB

Document this.

9/5/08 - In a year, Marshall Galactic will be the best bowler in austin, or better yet the tri-city area. 

So I'm glad I can document this and be held accountable. I got my first ball today. It's called the "ice-storm". I also got shoes and a bag. Now I don't intend to buy my talent. It pisses me the hell off when these obese, nasty, lazy women species with no intention to lose weight spend exorbitant amounts of money on new tread mills or those gazelle things. I intend to practice, just as hard as I've been practicing on my shredding skills (which are coming along fantastically). And I rarely fail. 

The tour is coming up and you'll be hearing a lot more from me, hopefully some more personal pieces. It's just hard for me to open up because I'm such a sensitive, complex, special guy. But when I bring home ice storm after a successful day at the lanes and dutifully but lovingly lull her to sleep within my arms, pressed tight against my sternum, I might be moved to write another, even more beautiful piece. (Which will finally make you bastards love me, LOVE ME!!)