Green what?

Today we played at 3 Kings where we fully expected to be playing with ex-Planes Mistaken For Stars members’, Git Some. They weren’t even on the bill, so very few people showed up. The good thing is, we made enough money to make it home without paying out the balls for gas.

When we got to the venue, the sound guy showed us to the greenroom where there were two huge buckets-full of Pabst on ice. “Luxury!” we exclaimed, then dove in. I quickly remembered how hard it was to finish just one can, but proceeded to drink 4 or 5 more anyway.

In the green room, the walls were covered with band promo photos. Somebody at one point in time decided it would be a good idea to cover the photos with sharpie, mostly drawings of penises, curiously placed to humiliate as many bands as possible in the most deprecating manner.

The Eyeliners (from Albuquerque) actually got off easy with this one.

Pooch-core

Suddenly everywhere is cold. Played another house show tonight. It was one of our better shows, but unlike SLC, the kids were much less generous and didn’t buy any of our stuff. But, why pay when you can get any album you want for free, right? Maybe we should start selling alcohol at shows. No ID required.

Fun sidenote: I had to sell stock to afford this tour.