Tucson

Clearly I am in Arizona. The Hotel's walls are completely covered in this pattern

This was the first cactus we saw. Cute lil guy.

The Tuscon club was called Plush. The Promoter looked like Slash with John Lennon glasses.


I spend every night from 11PM - 12PM staring at something that looks like this. People always ask about that big knob in the front. That is my knob. I turn it and magic happens.

Haulin Across Country: The Nature Post

Over the last few days we plowed out of Louisiana and made it on down to Texas where they had bags of corn chips in the shape of Texas. As we made it out west the view from Dallas to Austin was pretty plain. In Austin, I went back to Stubbs' the amazing bbq place I went to last summer and it was pretty killer. Driving from Austin to Tucson Arizona, we stopped in El Paso Texas.



We walked to the border crossing and took a peek over at the sprawling huge Mexican city Juarez. There was a duty free liquor store that sold 3 gallon bottles of Johnny Walker for 75 dollars. The catch was that you needed to buy them from the store and than take a receipt over to Mexico walk across the boarder, than come back across on another bridge, pay the alcohol tariff than go back to the store to pick up the bottle. We instead opted to go get some Amazing Huevos Rancheros from a diner inside a auto body garage.

The drive from El Paso to Tucson

New Orleans

What an interesting place. First you have the desolation

Than it had the dudes playing harmonica on the street

And the local flair




Bourbon street is probably one of the lamest places I've ever been, its kinda like the hustle and bussel of midtown mixed with the nastyness of some of the sleeziest parts of the LES. Its the kinda place where you just walk down the street full of frat dudes and bros in large groups shouting at gaggles of girls stumbling around drunk in 6 inch heels and seem to appreciate being hooted at by dudes with 64 oz bud lights.



The best part of New Orleans was this guy
This guy stood his giant cross up in the middle of Bourbon street in front of the Krazy Klub and Trashy Gurls on Tables Bar and pulled out a megaphone. The LED text scrolling across his cross said things such as "Repent now from sin" and "just say no to Jimmy Buffet." To bad for him that the bars blasting Don't Stop Beleiving and Take Me Home Tonight drowned him out. He did give us some neccessary driving directions for the rest of our tour.

Hightailing it from Tallahasse Florida to New Orleans

FSU WOOOO
Stepping outside in Florida, I instantly became drenched in condensation which was pretty bizarre. There were drunk college kids wandering the streets everywhere shouting FSU woo.

Driving to New Orleans the terrain finally changed from that boring I-95 mid-atlantic looking stuff to this.


We past through Mobile Alabama and the glorious city of
Than we arrived in New Orleans, which kind of reminded me of a Renaissance festival due to the building all looking so weathered and having balconies.

First Week Catch Up

Here we go. 5 guys, and all this junk

roughing it in this van (and ya know priceline hotels)

After an hour of playing tetris with the boxes and squeezing them into the van it looks like this.

We took out two rows of seats, and now we have the two seats up front and two rows of three. Too bad the back row is full or merchandise. Hopefully we’ll sell tons of t-shirts so we can stretch out in the back.

And now lets party

After blasting out of New York we breezed through Philly and landed in DC where I got to see a whole bunch of friends which was totally rad. We stayed at Oliver’s parents for the night and they made us some muffins for breakfast.

We went through Chapel Hill, NC and arrived in Atlanta last night. We couldn’t stand outside for more than 3 minutes without somebody begging for cigarettes. It was pretty weird. There were homeless people everywhere smoking cigarette butts that they were picking up off the ground. Than after the show as we were walking up the stairs to go to our rooms at the Super 8 motel there was a woman passed out on the stairs. The second we past her she woke up and asked us for cigarettes. The venue in Atlanta was the Drunken Unicorn, which takes the cake for best concert venue name of the tour.

Somebody had made some Jesus graffiti.

On our way through Georgia we encountered some goats in a pen next to a McDonalds on the side of the road. The goats were hanging out and we had a discourse over the phonetic differences between baaa and bah.

Truck stop in Georgia. Southern pride and boiled peanuts