Tour factoids so far (Day 4):
+Somehow, everyone has contracted the same non-sickness. None of us are actually sick, but we all seem to be passing around the sniffles to one another…it’s more odd than debilitating.
+We had our first day off today, which is always a mixed blessing — it’s nice to have some extra free time, but by the same token, we’re on the road in order to play shows, and having a day where we’re not playing shows almost feels like a waste. Still nice to recuperate though.
+Mike Herrera’s (lead singer/bassist for MxPx) side project, Tumbledown, is following our tour routing almost exactly, but just a day behind where we are. Weird.
+Kind of disappointed at the overall number of shawties we’ve encountered thus far, but it’s still early in the tour so I’m hoping that changes as we ramp up into towns where we draw better.
+Purchased a crapload of music today: the new Muse, the new Thrice, and the very old yet brand new Beatles songs.
+A minimum of drinks have been spilled in the van, which is good because spilt drinks are the number one cause of lingering bad smells in the van. And when you have a couple of 8+ hour drives coming up, the last thing you want is to have to endure those drives in stank.
+Watched The Vampire Diaries pilot on my computer today via the free iTunes sampler. No lie, it’s pretty bad. The chicks are passably hot though, and it’s about vampires, so it’ll probably run for 10 years because people are idiots.
+Still pretty unimpressed with how the VMAs went down — finally saw a full replay today instead of just the Taylor/Kanye part, and aside from Muse and Jay-Z’s performances, I really could’ve done without it. The VMAs are the number one reason foreign countries hate America, I’m sure of it.
Those are all the major stories so far, nothing too out of the ordinary. Some sidenotes include a list of pretty inhospitable southerners (I thought “y’all” were supposed to be nice to visitors?), a homeless man who was trying to sell us a t-shirt that he clearly found laying around to “help the children,” and the outlandish desire to punctuate all of our sentences with “where da gold at?”
Oh and I’ve already read almost 2,000 pages worth of books at this point. ‘Cause knowledge is power.
P.S. They love us in St. Louis. Of course, compared to the Rams, we’ve been a lot kinder to that town.
P.P.S. Where da gold at? Give me da gold.