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.)

Pictures and junk...

Here's some pictures, I guess. Some are cool. 


(The next update will have a video with selected clips from our talks/stories/"workshops," and some show footage and junk.)

Youngstown:
 
So, we were just ab out to start playing a show in a badass park in Youngstown, OH, but cops came and said our bus couldn't be parked there. So, we rounded everyone up and drove to the nearest Walmart and had a blast playing in and out of the bus.





(The newest addition to the TerrorBusTour, FryHugs, AKA Lard, AKA Lil' Buddy. We look forward to forever destroying his reputation.)








(So, I asked someone if they'd ever had a show in a walmart parking lot before, and to my surprise they said yes. It was, after all, Ohio. So, I turned on my flashy-lights I had hooked up to the back door of the bus, and said "Well, have you seen THIS at a Walmart parking lot show before?!??" He hadn't. Take that, Ohio. Later, he admitted that it was, at least, the most fun he'd had in a Walmart parking lot. SCORE. Can't wait to tell the grandkids about THAT lifetime achievement.)

PITTSBURGH: Through some brush hidden behind a park is an abandoned and slightly overgrown tennis court that we played. It was a blast, till the popular local went on right before me so everyone left but the oogles. So, I promised one of them that if if he raged to my set I'd smoke pot with him later even though I don't smoke pot. Then when he asked me to follow through with my promise, I lectured him about how he was throwing his life away with drugs and that he should be straight edge, even though I was totally drunk. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Workshop Summary

Not enough internet time or battery life to keep making shit constantly, so here's a brief update about New York.

Between songs, I did a workshop at ABC No Rio in New York.

Here's the re-cap:

"This one time... politics. So, the other day, I was all... cops."

*started song*

I hope everyone learned a lot and are better people from my profound words.

<3travisjames

Guerilla Tape Exchange/Dig Up Her Bones

(SCARY VIDEO & PICS AFTER WRITING)

PART 1: GUERRILLA TAPE EXCHANGE

While in gridlock traffic on a freeway, we saw two crusty-type punks in a car next to us. They were, of course, enamored with our amazing bus. So, when the opportunity arose, Hugo ran out in to the free way traffic (with cars moving all around) about 5 cars up and brought them an Adam and the Ancient Gods CD (it was the only CD we had on the bus, sorry guys!) and a TerrorBus Sticker with the blog address on it.

Just when we were reveling in the excitement of having done this and thinking it was over, one of the punx ran back to our bus and brought us their demo tape! So, be sure and check out our rad new friends in the band CAPE OF BATS!





Part 2: DIG UP HER BONES

There must be some charming devil looking out to help enable our ill wills.

We had planned for a while to dig up a grave on tour, but had no shovel, and were wondering when a cemetery was going to be conveniently located next to us.

We went out siphoning one night in a construction quarry, and not only got about 50$ in diesel, but found a shovel (and a 2nd gas can for more siphoning)! The very next night, we drove out to a undisclosed place to sleep, which had a cemetery conveniently located next to it.

Long story short of that night, you don't know romance until you've had cemetery dirt licked off of your fingers.

It couldn't have been more perfect.

The video below has some songs, and then some TERRIBLE DARKNESS YOU'LL NEVER FORGET!



MONTANA:











MINNEAPOLIS:










(Adam, being IRRESISTIBLE.)

SEATTLE (Or: "You should feel ssSSSSOOOooooo stupid right now!")

Thanks to Autonomia for hosting us and making the most of their space. It's too bad it's closing.

All I have to say about any other malarkey is this:

"Accordingly, because each thing cares for itself at the same time comes into constant collision with other things, the combat of self-assertion is unavoidable."

- Stirner

Here's pictures of the show and junk.



(This tour is like Batman Returns except The Penguin wins.)



("GOD DAMN" is a local band, i hear. The statement rings true either way, and folks in Seattle know what's up.)

The "Portland Mentality"

(Video and pictures below!)

We played an awesome show in Portland with our pals HOLY!HOLY!HOLY!

Members of H!H!H! were accused by perfect strangers of being unsafe, so we opted to ask the neighboring bar if they'd mind not calling the police if we played on their corner outside. They said yes, and didn't feel like interrogating strangers about rumors first. I'd expect a bar owner over a member of the "radical" "community" to play 20 damn questions with crazy looking/sounding kids, but as Adam & The Ancient Gods mentions in his set (in the VIDEO BELOW!), the "Portland Mentality" often lends to more probation-esque policing with "radicals" than what is typically considered "mainstream society."

The sentiments in the video speak for themselves, so I'll stop at reiterating the amazing time we had with our friends in portland playing music, sharing conversation, and assorted awesomeness.

(*** note: The featured "confrontation," as stated in the video, was undertaken by strangers about issues they have never been personally involved in, at a non-radical space. Myself and the 9 people on our tour have had nothing but incredible personal experiences with Michael and his family, including his two amazing kids and many housemates/friends.)























(Portland is SO PUNK that there was a GBH patch left under a car on the ground. I told everyone that I'd only continue to respect them if they resisted the urges i KNEW they were having to pick it up.)

COIN TOSSING MUFFIN SHITTERS

(PICS & VIDEO FROM SANTA CRUZ AFTER THE RANT.)

Travis here. Speaking for myself only, forever.

I really loved the show in Santa Cruz. I'm flattered that me saying "coin tossing muffin shitters" on the internet got read out loud to me by perfect strangers as a transgression of concern to the "safety" of the space. Good work, anarchists (or was he more like a CBS news interviewer complete with cue cards?). Keepin' it safe.

A big thanks to the 1 out of 10 or so actual anarchists/cool people who work with infoshops.

That said, the show outside of the Santa Cruz infoshop was super fun. We appropriated a parking lot type area to set up our table and play songs. The couple watching from atop their car and the strangers passing by to watch and participate were touches that remind me that there's nothing truly appreciable I get from infoshops that I can't get from Temporary Autonomous Zones... and there seems to be plenty I don't appreciate that I can get from the former.

Lately, I've been asking, "What would we do without infoshops?"

Well, apparently, since infoshops spring up in most towns where radicals start collaborating, the answer is "We'd start an infoshop." There are MORE answers to that question, and I'd like to see more of them being regularly explored. It hopefully goes without saying that amazing & important things come from infoshops and official radical spaces, but lately, my mind is becoming more & more critical of the "official space" model, and I'm hopeful that more creative and expressive outlets for radical expression can begin manifesting that don't involve paying rent for walls to hold zines, meetings and free internet.

For me, everywhere I go has always been my "infoshop," for giving out pamphlets, having conversation, sharing food and drinks, meetings, and shows. Again, infoshops and Spaces are good and reliable, but wouldn't it be great if more people could rely on radicals to be everywhere?

Radicalism should be where radicals go. More radicalism, less radical spaces.

From here on out, what separates me from most "anarchists" is OBSTINATE REFUSAL TO PROMISE PARADISE TO THE EXPLOITED.

<3