album of the month

this will go down as the sound of the tour, our love, our theme.

chicago bigago - 4/29 & 4/30

headed north.
gas = expensive.
rolled into town.
checked into the haring hotel (thank you tim & karol & especially sweet mary moo.)
went out to eat.
ate an amazing fish sandwich.................
...tension... (trying to coordinate with family/friends/time/places for the first time in weeks proved to be trying)...
rode the el to see baby jackson.
he's GROWN, becoming a man, chubby, adorable, so so lovable.
erin & chad: beautiful, wonderful job. love to the three of you.
left to meet up with the rest of the crew.
ran to cassidy's in the POURING rain, thunder, lightening, screaming like i was in fifth grade. an amazing revival.
woke up.
ate.
shopped.
ate.
arrived at the note.
loaded in.
TONS OF FAMILY and about ten of the kids i used to babysit for.
***************story of everest****************
i would rather be label-mates with nobody else in the entire world (except she keeps bees.)
woke up.
cleaned.
ate.
hit the road.
...tension...
...emotional...
...full moon...
...ann arbor...

KDC, louisville - 4/28

we rolled into louisville and went directly to the venue to load in.
the keswick democratic club...
reminded me of my elementary cafeteria attached to a teeny, tiny, fluorescent lit bar. all canned beer, very cheaply priced.
an all ages show.
we were allotted 20 minutes for our sets. they basically pumped us through and spit us out.
there was a good crowd. we played a really LOUD set. no mellow songs in sight. i couldn't hear a damn thing over j's cymbals.
according to renn, she keeps bees played their first punk rock set ever.
we were allowed to hang out in the back parking lot, which butted up against the railroad tracks. it was a hot, sunny evening.
we could have made some good money, but apparently the headlining band had a "guarantee", so they took it all.
LAME.
but there was fruit and hummus and really good pizza for the bands. we gorged ourselves and i stuffed fruit in my bag.
we left, re-parked the van, and headed to listen to some chick dj play metal.
we ended the night doing jager shots with kim beadleson, who i hadn't seen in at least 12 years. she's funny as ever.
thanks for the floor space conner. hope you killed it in your chinese class.