between dc and chapel hill: 3/7/07
(wrote this yesterday)
Last night, we played DC at a club called The Red And The Black. Both bands we played with, Dawn Treader, and Constants, were very nice and very good. The people at the club were very good to us as well. While bandmate-Matt was catching up with his cousin, Kenny and I split a bowl of chicken gumbo and talked pretend-shit about Matt (bandmate Matt) while Matt Earfarm recorded. Matt EarFarm got his favorite meal: red beans and rice.
The show was by no means a sold out show, but we played for a good crowd and we made enough money to pay for about a tank and a half of gas. We were happy with our performance. It was a good way to start off the tour.
When we got back to Matt’s cousin’s apartment, we drank a couple beers and listened to some This American Life stories. Then we all got in our sleeping bags and went to bed.
When we woke up, we were immediately laughing. I realized this morning that in the last 15 hours, I had laughed more than I had in about 2 months.
As I write this, we’re driving from DC to Chapel Hill. I love looking at how the land is divided up into subdivisions, forests, farms, industrial parks, etc. Every time we pass a pond or a stream, I want to run out and cast a fishing line.
Kenny is DJ’ing, alternating between country and metal. Matt EarFarm is driving, singing along. He’s probably got a better voice than any of us. Bandmate-Matt snacks, dozes off, then snaps awake to air-drum along with the songs.
Hmmmm…what else? We’ve got to be better about selling merch, and we’ve got to find a hardshell storage case for the roof of the mini-van. It’s tighter in here than we thought.
I never want to work again. I don’t think any of us want to. This is fucking awesome.

March 8th, 2007 at 5:09 pm
Country? Who’s he playing?