Story Telling, Shoplifting, Drugs, etc.

(VIDEO with music, talks, and dumbness below writing)

At the Black Cherry "infoshop" in Toledo, Ohio, Adam, Grace & I had the chance to give our presentations we'd billed as "Story-Telling/criminal mischief. Adam was supposed to film snippets of Grace's while I went to pick up Lil' Buddy, but he assumed about 60 seconds of introduction would suffice, so there's nothing to show for it. The best parts of mine were at the end, and weren't caught on film because of people who don't know how to film things properly.

Also, in Toledo, apparently we ended the music portion of our show too early, because approximately 15 kids came out to the bus, and began to bounce it, raising it off of the ground chanting "PLAY MORE SONGS!!!" This would have been on film if I wasn't scared shitless half-naked changing in to  my pajamas while trying to keep the food crates from tipping over. Anyway, they knew the way to my heart, obviously, so I went inside and played some songs... mostly to find out they were more interested in tipping the shit out of the bus than actually listening, but I don't care. Awesome.

We played a budding "infoshop" in Detroit called the Oogleberry Center, uh, I mean, Mulberry Center, and had a blast, too. We kept hearing that Detroit was a terrible wreck, smothered in drugs and crime, and we were wondering why everything was so tame. So, *a few folks who will remain nameless* had some chaps at the house aid in having the FULL DETROIT EXPERIENCE: Smoking crack. That's right, fuck you and your taboos, CRACK. The report back from this indulgence is that... unsurprisingly, it pretty much sucked. BUT SMOKING CRACK IN DETROIT FTW. Apparently, it was like... a lot of bad coffee

Also, we learned last night that some tractors have locked gas tanks, and some have pipes too crooked to get a hose in to. Back to trucks, I suppose.

In New York, pretty much nothing interesting happened. Although, Adam had promised everyone that New York pizza is the absolute best, and Ryan wants Adam and everyone else to know that -it's just fucking pizza.-

Also, a good while ago, I sloppily typed together this blog called "How To Steal From Barnes & Noble and Never Get Caught." Case in point, someone on our tour just walked out (foolishly drunk, so didn't check all the books properly) and set off the alarm. No one followed, no one even looked at them, no one gave a shit. I sit here as their accomplice updating about it on their internet. Rob them blind! Take the books, sell them on E-BAY and pay your rent or buy guns with the money! Or just read a bunch of shit so you're not as big of an idiot!

We dropped Adam off at a hospital in New York, definitely *not because he overdosed on crack, definitely NOT because of that, something nice and normal is the real reason, get me?*... He will  not be missed. Cris/Lil' Buddy/Lard hasn't shut up about how xVx he is, and how he misses all of his "nice" friends, or whatever. However, I have recently convinced him of my theory that the recent popularization of quaint young females playing Ukulele is cliche at best, and a government conspiracy against punk rock at worst. Anyway...


VIDEO!!!!!!

Adam talks about his experience in Palestine with Anarchists Against the Wall, I (travisjames) talk about my experience with the FBI (clips of why to kill cops were cut out of the lecture because of not enough cam-memory), Lil' Buddy (AKA LARD) laments ever meeting us, and Jessie gives explicit instructions on how to give a "Double Wet Williams." ... and some other junk.

Thanks to the Black Cherry Infoshop in Toledo for hosting our tunes and "workshops," and for keeping my guitar case and not writing me back about how to get it back.



SOME PICTURES:


(Basement show, in Philly)













(Adam and I ate too much Chinese food... so we kept having to lay down in various places.)




(Laying down at a coffee shop...)


(I tromped through some bushes down a hill and on to some private property and found this hidden, dilapidated structure over looking this awesome private view. We played dice and drank there.)


(How dramatic... barf!)


(Mocking The Penguin)


(Tried out "Hipster Travis." I wasn't feelin' it.)


(If only we were this good of friends in real life, hahahaha.)