Selling Out Empty Clubs Everywhere!!

the sleepeater saga continues...
...last Saturday spent a terrible day in St. Louis. 100 degrees with no where to go and nothing to do but wait till someone opened the WAy Out Club...played the Way Out Club...the bartender liked our set...
Spent a day bummin around Springfield...saw some movies...
Tuesday in Chicago was cool...played at the Elbo Room...the bartender liked our set. played WEdnesday in Sterling...the sound guy liked our set.
about to play the Loft in Madison...

exciting, eh?

Christian Jazz Band Attacks City With Sweat And Stink

The awesome thing is traveling in a heat wave. It puts everyone's nerves on a crash course for disaster. We broke up the band 8 times yesterday alone.
--Lawrence--cool venue...uncool 2 story load-in...cool peeps (thanks Serena for putting us up)...uncool weather...I don't know what else to say about this place other than we had to get on our knees and beg folk to buy a 4 dollar demo. It was sad. Look at my face, so sad.
My knee is sunburned in a really weird way.
--St. Louis--The Hi-Pointe--cool venue...uncool 2 story load-in...cool sound...uncool pay (attention bands/promoters helping us out with shows and such for a return show in Sioux Falls: we generally receive nothing when an out-a-towner comes in so we can give them all the gas money possible, this is apparently not the way things are done elsewhere, so we may reevaluate our stance on that, and you may get screwed...sorry about that.)
Thanks a bucketload to Jon for putting us up at his house.
We actually played with some awesome bands last night: Those Peabodys and Shame Club...check em out. I'd put links up but that would be to easy for you.
I've picked up a few nicknames on the way, such as Scabby, Scabs, Rashy, Scabs McGee, Scabby Scabbington, Hivey Kissenger, Smelly, Stench McGee, Stenchy Stenchington, and my personal favorite: Billy Joelt-of-smell-is-making-me-cry.

mmmm...toasty,
D

far from this opera forever more...

notes from the road...
we decided to cancel the Denver show because ole Bessy was making a funny sound we felt we ought to check out. spent most of the day skating around with Danny in Topeka.
19th--played the Electric Chair in Oklahoma City. it has been so hot everywhere that driving in the van with no AC is damn near unbearable. If it wasn't for kind folk like Kendan in OKC letting us use their shower, we would be the smelliest, dirtiest boys ever. (If this turns you on a little bit, that's okay.) The show was okay for a Tuesday night, however, the promoter had the two locals play first so the people who did come left right away. We also got totally screwed on the payment. "Hey thanks...this 30 dollars will probably get us back to the Interstate!!" It's a good thing we're doin okay selling merch. Would probably do a lot better if we actually had our CD here. HAHA>
20th--played an all-ages show at a Skate Park in Witchita. Danny and I were in heaven. Even though we suck hardcore, we had a blast skatin around. The show was pretty cool and we set up in the middle of a half pipe. We pulled double duty so as soon as we were done we packed up and headed to Kirby's Beer Store where we played another set to a small but friendly crowd. Thanks to Tim and Sydney for putting us up. I slept great, finally. It is another scorcher outside so we'll have to find some AC to soak up for awhile. We're on our way to Lawrence, KS, today which is probably the shortest drive of the tour. sweet.
i love you for sentimental reasons.

breaking out in severe rashes,

D

Tastes Like Trophy

notes from the road--
16th--Open Mikes--Vermillion, SD

Every show is to be taped. Tonight's performance would be a super rad example of sleepeating rock had someone gone to the trouble of pushing the record button. We debated driving home to sleep in our own beds, (which is always best) but are currently enjoying conversation with good friends, Loren and Savanna. Open Mikes is a strange ranger bar, with the stage divided in two by the front entrance. A small but very receptive crowd.
--listening to Cake's "Going the Distance" or whatever it's called. very fitting considering the circumstances. I got dissed real hard a little earlier. I was manning our merch booth when a whole crowd of folk wandered in. I invited the peeps to come checkout our shiznit and perhaps make a purchase. The blond birthday girl sauntered over, looked me over, and proceeded to point and laugh at me, saying, "Oh my God, you part your hair!" I was confused. I'm quite positive this is some kind of insult. I reply, "Well, you part your hair." "Yeah, but you're a boy!" I was caught off guard by this one. Yes, it's true, I am a boy.

17th--left about 10 after going back and paying for the gas we drove off with. ...on our way to Topeka...last night we went skating around the USD campus. I then proceeded to spend a few hot, muggy, sweaty hours napping in the van.

18th--played the Boobie Trap Bar to a small, unreceptive crowd last night. It felt like "Back to The Future."--maybe their kids will get it. Some band caught in a 1996 time warp played after us and I had to keep checking my phone to make sure time wasn't ticking backwards. Perhaps word has yet to reach Topeka that lame-Godsmack-Disturbed-radio-rock garbage is over.
anyways, whatever floats yer boat is what I always say!!
Special thanks to Earthman Rainy for letting us crash at his pad during our stay.
peace, essay!!

Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Thanks to everyone who came out to Phil's last night, bought some merch, and gave us a real nice send off on our tour. If you pre-ordered a CD, extra thanks and we'll get it to you asap. The show was super rad even with other stuff goin on like Jazzfest. The return of Anubis Field was also super rad.
Well, I better get started getting something ready. I've been procrastinating and now have so much to do in like an hour.
pray to the van gods and we'll see ya on the road.

peace--

How the D Almost Got Himself Mugged, Stabbed, Shot, Or Something Else Quite Terrible

I was enjoying a pleasant ride on a skateboard on my way to work when I was suddenly ambushed by 4 rather unpleasant, drunken _______. They wanted to ride my skateboard for a dollar. I doubt they had a dollar between the 4 of them. They began to get belligerent and started spouting off racial slurs which really hurt my feelings, such as--"Hey, only whites ride those things." That one really hurt my feelings. I started to walk real fast and it was a good thing I had a small 5 foot lead when all this action started happening, or I would be writing this blog entry from a bloody post in a ditch somewhere. I ignored their requests and was taunted with the classic, "Hey, I'm talking to you mother trucker!" (some expletives have been substituted to protect the innocent.)
I was already late for work which is good for them because otherwise they would be wearing some skateboard wood in their mouths. Ha.
How strange to be almost mugged in Sioux Falls, South Dakota at 2 bells in the afternoon.

If you copped out of going on tour with us next week then you are most likely a Sally. --Lame. I guess it's best to let your mommy tuck you in at night forever, eh?

In other, less important news, there is no cd to speak of as of yet. I'm telling my mom so you better get your act together.

We Get It

yea, Coldplay's "Speed of Sound."
RAD
we get cha. move along. next song.

Trapped in a Closet

Man, I just watched R. Kelly's "Trapped in a Closet, Ch. 1," and I am on pins and needles waiting to see the next chapter. Will R. get out of the closet alive? Or will the vengeful hubby find him and hit him with the candlestick? Oh the cliffhangingness of it all!!

In other, less important news, our CD is still not back yet, almost a week later. odds our slim it will be back in time for tour.
i'm not writing so much during this time in order to save up my writing spunk for our tour in which I hope to keep you updated daily on our adventures throughout the midwest. hurrah. we hope to drag along young Tragedy in order to slay the helpless womenfolk found along the way. and also to entertain us with his awesome olleying. (?!) someone's got to do it and it sure ain't gonna be anyone in sleepeater.

bocce--

ps--bl0w off that lame-ass jazzfest and come see the reunion of Anubis Field at Phils next Friday.