Day 31: Fort Worth, TX. 1919 Hemphill.
Tonight we got to hang out with some old friends in this band called Two Knights. They’re on this label called Count Your Lucky Sitars records. They’re good.
The show was at this place called 1919 Hemphill. It was two stories and it had a quarter pipe on the second floor. I really wish that I didn’t give up on skateboarding in 7th grade, but Airwalks just weren’t cool enough.
Day 32: Austin, TX. Red 7.
Check out this joke I just came up with. What has two thumbs, is sweaty as fuck, and is naked all the time? Nick Inman. Get it? It’s funny because it’s true. Anyways, we stayed in a hotel again last night. It’s weird how cool it is to not sweat.
It’s been a long, long, long tour thus far, and I think we’re all starting to feel it. I haven’t shaved in almost an entire month, but you’d have no idea. I look like Spencer from The Hills, except when he was 14 or whatever. Does anyone even still get that reference? Is that still a legitimate thing that people can remember? We’ve been out for 31 days, you guys. I’m reaching for material. I’m reaching hard.
Anyways, we got our tire replaced today. That was nice. I keep calling the new tire a “pup.” You know, since it’s so young and new and stuff? I think I’m going insane.
Not too much later, we pulled into Austin and went straight to this spot on the Colorado River (yeah, in Texas) we had heard some pretty great things about. You guys, it had this cliff you could jump off of, and a rope swing, and water. It had lots of water. I promised him I wouldn’t write about it, but Evan had a hard time jumping off the cliff. We ended up getting the whole river to chant his name (I mean, the people on the river. Not the river itself. This isn’t Pocahontas or whatever). He finally jumped, but I think only one or two people clapped. It turns out people care more about chanting than they do about Evan. Rough stuff.
The show tonight was at this place called Red 7. Red 7 is a legit venue with lights and sound and is definitely contending for coolest place we’ve played on tour. This place had a backstage and free Monster Rehabs (okay I understand, Monster Energy. I know. We’re not dirt bikers or BMXers or wind surfers, but they were free). Brothers or Not opened it up, and that band is real good. They covered Flagpole Sitta too. I thought I knew the words to that song, but I don’t. I was drinking beers with Shane from Young///Savage and I’m pretty sure he noticed. It turns out I had a little too much, because apparently I talked a lot in between songs. Pswingset closed, and BROUGHT DOWN DA HOUSE. I like that band a lot. I like those guys a lot too.
After the show we split from Red 7 with tour mama Diane Garcia. Tim was real drunk, and insisted that we go to Taco Bell. We did. We showed up, and that place was obviously closed. No lights, no open signs, no cars, nothing. I pulled up to the drive thru and pretended to order Tim’s meal. I did a real good job, because I even faked turning down Cinna Twists (they alwaysoffer Cinna Twists). Tim eventually found out and man, was that guy mad.
Day 33: Lafayette, LA. The Ark.
So uh, the show wasn’t actually at The Ark. I just forget what the name of the place is. It was something about burgers. Jimmy’s Burgers? Burgers ‘n’ Stuff? Goodburger? I don’t know. Either way, it wasn’t half bad. It was probably the first time I’ve made friends with a bartender. She was nice. As far as shows go, though, this one was pretty run of the mill (which isn’t a bad thing). We mostly just hung out with friends from the last time we went through Lafayette and drank big beers. We were introduced to this band called Les Doux though. They’re pretty great.