We are super excited to announce a killer Garage Party at the Macbeth Flagship Boutique on June 15th! There will be a live performance by red-hot up-and-comers Night Riots, afterhours tunes and James Coffee Co tasting by David Kennedy, and meet n greet with our fearless leader Tom DeLonge! If you spend over $100 at our Encinitas Boutique between now and the event, hold on to your receipt and you will get priority in line at the Meet and Greet! There are limited spots available so hurry.... this is gonna be a super fun event with great music, rad people, our new line on display and tasty caffeine to full your dancing feet! Come hang with the Macbeth crew!
Posted on March 18, 2014
Posted on March 18, 2014
Atlanta GA to Philadelphia PA
We took a flight early this morning from Atlanta to Philly to play the WXPN NonComm convention. Arguably the biggest AAA radio music convention hosted by the biggest AAA station in the country. Two of the feathers did not make the flight, got rerouted, and did not arrive at the venue until mere minutes before we had to play. It was very nerve-racking, but we were all confident it would work out. And it did. And we blew the roof off the motherfucker. Made a real impression on the radio big wigs. The heart of the feathers.
Speaking of heart... The three of us that made it to Philly on time got to do a little sightseeing, including something I've always wanted to do: run up the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art like Rocky. I've always loved Rocky. As a young child, I had boxing gloves and a mouthpiece. Some mornings I'd wake up and “train.” Yes, I did try drinking raw eggs. Yes, I did tell people to call me Rocky. And yes, I did manage to somehow knock my own tooth out shadow boxing. Maybe a story for another day? As an adult the Rocky story started to actually mean something to me. Now, after joining this band, it means even more. After my last band broke up and I worked a day job for a couple of years, I started feeling like all my chances at doing what I'd always wanted to do (play music as a career) had passed me by. I was getting older and it just was not going to happen, and I was accepting that. Then one day out of the blue I got a call, telling me I had another shot at the title.So that's why I've started drinking raw eggs again. Just kidding.
Philadelphia PA to Atlanta GA to Loxley AL
By some fun and twist of fate, a few of us got bumped up to first class on our flight from Philly to Atlanta. None of us had planned on drinking on the flight, but, well, you can't NOT when you're jamming first class.
The show at Centerstage in Atlanta was probably the best show we've had so far. The crowd was rambunctious and immediately sold on us. We played with some extra fire. An speaking of sold, people bought a lot of merch. Some of my family was there, so things were wild. It probably would have been more wild, but we had to leave very soon after our set.We have to be in Gulf Shores, AL tomorrow morning at 9am to load in for our Hangout Fest set tomorrow afternoon. I'm driving us through the night to get to Loxley, AL, where we'll stop for about 3 hours in a hotel and then drive about another hour tomorrow morning. Good thing I've got plenty of good night jams to listen to.
Day 16: Hangout Fest
Loxley AL to Gulf Shores AL
After sleeping maybe 2 and a half hours, and a short drive from Loxley, the Wild Feathers van and trailer arrived at Hangout Fest in Gulf Shores. I've never played a music festival like Hangout. Much less attended a multiple day music fest of that magnitude. Hangout is a little different from other music festivals in that it takes place on the beach. Literally. Needless to say, a very exciting moment for me, despite being supremely unrested and having the 12:15 time slot on the smallest stage.
We absolutely slayed. Time and stage be damned. The crowd was decently sized, but they were lively and dancy and sweated it out in the sun with us. Immediately after our set was a whirlwind of interviews and acoustic performances that lasted for well into late afternoon. Most of the time, I did not even know who was interviewing us. We just kept answering questions. Someone did offer me a tiny piece of chocolate to eat that did make me feel a little giggly and goofy for a bit. I think that resulted in one of the most fun acoustic radio performance I've ever had. So then it's time to get a little weird!
Hanging out at Hangout. Some times were wild, but some were also relaxing. There was an exclusive artist area that was very nice that included a private artist beach. Basically you had the choice to party your ass off or relax by the beach, which I will say is a great set of options. I watched Stevie Wonder close out the festival from the main stage. And I cannot really say if he put on an amazing show or not but I can say I had a blast dancing with my feet in the sand.
GULF SHORES, ALABAMA, UNITED STATES
Gulf Shores AL to Tupelo MS
There were cornhole boards set up at the back patio area of the tiny venue we played, The Blue Canoe. Taylor and I held a commanding lead over Ricky and Joel for most of the game. Yet somehow they came back and beat us. I don't know how it happened but it was a tough loss. Can't even write...
TUPELO, MISSISSIPPI, UNITED STATES • 82° PARTLY CLOUDY
Posted on March 18, 2014
Macbeth had an epic weekend in the water, Mitch Crews killed it in Japan and won the Quiksilver Open Japan (including getting a 19.60 out of a possible 20 in one of his heats).
Here's a clip of Mitch Crews surfing at his home in Australia to celebrate.
Posted on March 18, 2014
Day 11: Be Not Afraid
My girlfriend of over 4 years ended our relationship last night. It's all so fresh, so it's still very hard to believe. It will sink in and will seem impossible to get through. But it will not be impossible. It's just another challenge in the journey of life. Or the crucible of life and love. And that's how I've got to face it.
It was not me being on the road that caused it to end. But being on the road so much this year put a magnifying glass up to all our feelings. Good and bad. She insists that it would have happened even if I was still home, and in which case there would still be something not right between us, within us.
The first time I saw her, I loved her. Don't call it love at first sight, because that's something you see in movies and read in magazines. This, however, was real life. In the beginning (which could have lasted anywhere from a few weeks to a few years, I may not ever know) I loved with a certain kind of edge that I do not know if there is a word for but I want to call it a gallant and unbridled fury. She was just so good to be true, I was constantly prepared to face the fact that at any moment she could leave and I would just have to be thankful for our love and for the moments I had loving her and being loved by her. I loved without fear nor ever saw fear's shadow. Which is how I feel you should love someone. Love everyone. As if they may be gone tomorrow and that is okay because at least the love happened when it could and it was more real than the actual reality in which it was exchanged.
Over time that love changed. The fury softened. Or rather hardened, like flowing incendiary lava crystalizes into igneous rock. An even deeper love where I would have done anything within or not within my power for her. We created a life together. Moved in. Got dogs. Took care of each other. Became family. Which is one of the greatest and most beautiful things of which I have ever been a part. Yet somewhere along the way I became afraid to lose her. Because I was. I am. And that's not good. You should never be afraid to lose a love. No point in it. You will lose everyone you love, be it in life or death. But that love you shared will last forever, somewhere. So be not afraid.
Unbridle your heart and let your love run wild. Without a direction. Or a fear. Now here I am in a hotel room in beautiful Charleston, SC, waiting for my laundry to finish. With a broken heart. But it's still quite a heart to have, which is something not everyone can say, because it has been unbridled. And if she ever reads this: fuck you, you worthless bitch. Just kidding. I love you.
CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA, UNITED STATES • 72° SUNNY
Playing at the Music Farm in Charleston last night was a blast. Great venue, great people working there. It was a great show, I feel. It was very indicative of how I think a lot of our shows are going. The crowd starts of thin and cold and maybe even indifferent. But we continue fighting the uphill battle and playing our asses off, so that by the end of the show the crowd has moved up front and gotten rowdy. And then they know who The Wild Feathers are.
I had two good friends from high school. Actually, both of them were huge hometown crushes of mine! I hadn't seen either one of them in a while, and don't keep in contact with them, so it was absolutely great reconnecting.
This morning, I went on a breakfast and quick sightseeing excursion with my friend. She took me across the river from Charleston to the town of Mount Pleasant (which is only a couple of minutes away), where she lives. Mount Pleasant is a tiny southern coastal town. Town might not be the right word, since it's so small. It felt like stepping back in time. I remarked jokingly, yet truthfully, that simpler times had not forgotten Mount Pleasant. And any kind of landscape that includes Palmetto trees, Spanish mosh, and Confederate Jasmine will win me over in a heartbeat.
Then we went for a walk to what she referred to as “The Bridge to Nowhere.” It's actually the Pitt Street bridge, a bridge that was once a vehicle bridge connecting Mount Pleasant to Sullivan Island, but was dismantled and half of the bridge was converted into a wooden plank walkway. However, the walkway stops at a dead end out in the Intracoastal Waterway and the remains of the old bridge continue onward until they are literally crumbling away further out. Quite a sight.
It was very powerful out there. The place hummed with an energy that was ancient and peaceful. Perhaps it was being right there where the river opens up into the mighty ocean, and the tides moving underneath with and by that self-assured arithmetic that could only be designed by nature, and maybe or maybe not understood by us. And being there with a special person. The experience was relieving and energizing.
Besides from gaining some sort of spiritual and life perspective out there it was really just nice to spend a few hours outside of the normal everyday routine of van, gas stations, music venue, hotel. I am very thankful my friend got me out for a bit.
MOUNT PLEASANT, SOUTH CAROLINA, UNITED STATES • 81° SUNNY
Jacksonville Beach FL to Atlanta GA
Jacksonville Beach, I'm speculating, is part of what they call the “Redneck Rivera.” If it not, well, it should be. It was nice, however, to eat some good seafood right on the beach in between sound check and our show. And to get in an hour of sunny beach time today. Not the most desirable of beaches, but if there's a beach there you should probably go get on it. So what's my beef with Jacksonville Beach?
A violent and mindless brawl broke out in FreeBird Live (the venue we played, and that name should be indicator enough). During our set, there was a very weird, tense vibe in the air. As I was making my way out to the crowd after our show to mingle, a couple bro dudes started exchanging blows. Didn't really seem like a big deal, a couple folks were trying to break it, including someone's girlfriend. And someone popped her in the face.
Absolute pandemonium broke loose. All bros took off their shirts. By the looks of it, there were more people in the club fighting than not fighting. Not enough security. They'd throw someone out, they'd run right back in. Somehow the melee finally rumbled out into the streets and there it died down to bros and hoes shouting the most ridiculous and idiotic shit. Car engines revved and tires squealed down Atlantic Boulevard.
Police showed up handcuffs a'blazing. Move along. Nothing to see here. I haven't seen many fights in my life. So when it was just 2 drunk fucks swinging at each other, I was enjoying it. Hahaha look at these dumb pieces of shit. But when the mob mentality infected everyone, it was sad and disgusting. I just don't understand how people can behave like that. And for what it's worth, once the riff raff was expunged, there was a good vibe in the place, everyone I met was friendly, and Bingham put on a hell of a show.
Drove to Atlanta today so we can catch a flight to Philadelphia tomorrow night. Philly - cue the Rocky theme song!
455 FOREST PKWY, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, UNITED STATES • 72° MOSTLY CLOUDY
Posted on March 18, 2014
Check out our friend Mitch Revs sprucing up the Macbeth AUS office with some killer artwork. Keep your eyes peeled for more from this talented human!
Posted on March 18, 2014
Metallics are awesome...in small doses - you definitely don't want to blind anyone. The Eliot Medium Grey/Silver has just the perfect amount of reflective silver strategically placed on the pennant. We like to think this pop matches our shiny and sparkling personalities here at Macbeth. So throw on this tried-and-true classic style and let it reflect your awesomeness. Check it out online or run by the Flagship Boutique to see it in person and to try it on... It's the perfect Summer shoe so hurry before your friend with better taste grabs it before you!
Posted on March 18, 2014Being in a touring band is one of the busiest and most fun occupations in the universe but somehow it also reigns supreme in the "time spent sitting while waiting for something" championships. Going on tour? Cool, you can sit in the van 7 hours a day while we travel. Recording new songs? Awesome, wait in the other room while we track vocals and guitars for 1,000 hours. After years and years of rockin the old school flip phones and fervently avoiding smart phones like Billy Idol avoided sleeves, I broke into the fancy smart phone world. I would say that my Galaxy S3 is my number one essential item for the road as it is such a useful tool and always entertaining. For entertainment value my Nintendo DS is pulling in at a close second.
Having a pair of slip on shoes is a must when your on the road so that when you are half asleep and the van stops for a quick break you can quickly be ready to hop out. I've been wearing my Black Macbeth McQueen's for such situations. While on tour you are surrounded by people 24 hours a day and sometimes personal space is needed. I have found that having a good pair of isolation headphones can save your life especially if one of your band members is belting out "A Whole New World" from the Aladdin soundtrack while another is running through vocal warm ups that sound like weird bird calls. The van can be a very loud place so it is nice to have an escape, just put headphones in and close your eyes.
Lastly, inspiration goes a long way when it comes to the entertainment industry. Without my golden framed picture of Nick Cage I don't think I could perform night after night to the best of my abilities. All it takes is a couple hours of meditation on the photo before we go on stage and I'm good.
-Rico Rodriguez, Night Riots
Be sure to check out Night Riots on June 7th at the Troubador in LA, and help these guys get their music to the world at their Indie Go-Go Page!
Posted on March 18, 2014
Day 6: Continued
Charlotte, North Carolina always brings a certain friend to mind. A friend I'd really love to see on this trip.
Rodney was just a dude. He played in a lot of bands in Charlotte and worked at music venues. Hell of a guitar player, and also specialized in pedal steel. It seems like everyone in Charlotte knows Rodney. I met Rodney touring with my last band years ago. We were playing Charlotte and didn't have a place to stay. He was running sound at the venue that night and he said we were welcome to crash with him. So we did. Every time we went to Charlotte after that, we would stay with him. After the shows, we'd go back to his place and drink beer, put on some vinyl, and hangout in his tiny place. Maybe fix frozen pizzas, because he would usually make sure he had some for us to eat. He'd break out his special hot sauces from his hot sauce collection. Always a fan of spice, Rodney also pickled his own peppers, and was sure to send a few jars off with us when we left.
There's really no way else to put it, Rodney was the coolest. And the kindest. He never had to let random band dudes stay at his place, but he did. He would say he knows what it's like being on the road and not having a place to stay. It always touched me. Left its mark. And in those acts of Rodney's, and those moments like that between people, is where I think I find God. Or that's what God is. Simple acts of love and kindness, done for no other reason than just that.
I'd love to tell Rodney that. But I won't be seeing him this trip to Charlotte.
Rodney got cancer a few years ago. Despite all his friends raising funds for his medical bills, he did not beat it. After his funeral, there was a parade through the streets of Charlotte. Going from venues he played and to some of his favorite places. People played music, too, a somber but proud jazz funeral. I watched the video of it on YouTube and cried. It's inspiring, really. To leave a mark like that on all those people. Just from being good.
CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA, UNITED STATES • 81° PARTLY CLOUDY
Day 7: DC
Durham NC to Alexandria VA
I've always had a blast every time I've visited Washington, DC (or the DC area, I should clarify, since we are playing in Alexandria tonight). I love DC. The museums, the memorials, the monuments. How do you get a statue made out of you? That's how you know you've “made it.”
But what I love the most about DC is the imagination it evokes in me. Fantasizing the violent adventurism and unseen misconduct. For example, the guy behind you in line waiting for coffee is an international spy who could kill you with his bare hands in the blink of an eye. That hot wasted girl at the bar is some Congressman's daughter who's about to go and OD on coke. The dapper middle- aged gentleman next to you on the hotel elevator? Oh, that's just a senator going to strangle some tranny hooker. And the dude in the lobby with the oversized duffle bag is in charge of disposing of the body.
Everybody, everywhere. In DC.
ALEXANDRIA, VIRGINIA, UNITED STATES
Alexandria VA to Charlottesville VA (beautiful drive)
Show last night at The Birchmere in Alexandria was alright. I thought we played great. Really sweated it out. But the crowd and the venue were a little weird. Can't put my finger on what it was.
CHARLOTTESVILLE, VIRGINIA, UNITED STATES • 73° MOSTLY CLOUDY
Charlottesville VA to Raleigh NC
Played the Jefferson Theater last night in Charlottesville. Gorgeous venue. A very small and multi-tiered theater. Charlottesville has got some charm, too.
I found some gifts there to take home to loved ones. Some small goldstone skulls for my girl (she'll like that), and a goldstone turtle figurine for our dear friends, the Tortugas (thanks for always watching our dogs). I passed by a massage parlor and thought, what the heck? A little “me” time, huh? So it was great, but I left my little bag of gifts in the parlor. Dammit. By the time I realized it, it was too late and there would not be anything to do about it. Dammit. You try and do something nice for others, but then it's cancelled out by trying to do something nice for yourself.
The frustration sometimes...
I thought our show was great. And the crowd did seem into it. Usually after our shows, people are camped out by the merch table. Buying stuff, wanting autographs, buying you drinks, taking pictures. That kind of stuff. Yet there really wasn't much of that at all. So then you get to thinking. What's wrong here? Did we not just fucking kill it up there? Could you have been better? Then you dwell. How much better do you have to be? The crowd is going absolutely shit-house crazy for Ryan Bingham (which they should, he's incredible), and his drummer is currently god's gift to rhythm. Then you remember you lost those gifts at a massage parlor. Then you have a laugh and make certain you bring everything you got next time (and also don't lose anymore gifts). Because If you lose your heart out here then you'll lose it all.
So, Raleigh tonight. Gotta get after it!
I-64 E, MAIDENS, VIRGINIA, UNITED STATES • 70° SUNNY
Day 10: Jillian's
Raleigh NC to Columbia SC to Charleston SC
Show last night in Raleigh at the Lincoln Theater was much better. The crowd was... warmer.
Got up early today to make a radio performance. Driving post-show now from Columbia to Charleston for a morning radio performance. I talked to my mom yesterday, my wonderful mama, for Mother's Day, and she said she thought we had a day off today - because the show in Columbia was not on our website calendar. I told her no days off til it pays off.
Tonight was weird and fun and silly. We played a free show that a radio in Columbia was sponsoring (so technically not part of the Ryan Bingham tour). I guess we were trying to get in good with the radio station, and I think we did. However, the weird thing about it was that it was held at a place called Jillian's. Jillian's is a fine place, but for a rock show? Think Dave & Busters with a band playing on a stage. Wait, that's a little grandiose. Imagine an Applebee's with some pool tables and a few arcade games and a band playing way too loudly on a tiny makeshift stage. Like that.
Although it felt a little awkward, it was a blast. There was really no pressure you can tend to feel at a “real” show, so we just cut it loose at times and let the pieces fall where they may. The small crowd that was there was really into it and appreciate, and everyone who worked there was very sweet. Plus, free food and drinks and games! Definitely indulged in our share of pool, ping pong, air hockey, skee ball, and video games. Can you blame us? So many activities.
I-26 E, SAINT MATTHEWS, SOUTH CAROLINA, UNITED STATES • 55° CLEAR
Posted on March 18, 2014
This is the first in a new series we would like to introduce as #whatsinyourtourbag, where we ask team members and friends to describe to us their essentials on the road. Since I both work here and am in a band called Mini Death, it was easy for me to be the guinea pig.... So welcome to the world of Mini Death's tourbag, whether on the road for Macbeth or for the band - these are my must have items.
Yes, I am that ridiculous - I have some crazy thing for sunglasses so I usually travel with 3-4 pairs, in case I want to change it up and not wear the same old ones everyday. I know I am excessive - my friend Matt from Idlehands and I even made up a hashtag for my ridiculousness - #extessive. On top of sunglasses, a pair of reg specs are a necessity - I am blind as a bat, so without contacts (which I can't wear every second of everyday, believe me I tried) I need a pair of glasses so I don't walk into walls. Next, I absolutely have to have caffeine at all times or can't function - which makes a sugar-free Red Bull an essential on the road. I have a tendency to forget to eat so the Clif Bars come in handy as a quick snack - we joke around the office, but I really think I could live off of Clif Bars and Red Bull alone...oh and Vodka - hence the awesome flask that I never leave home without. I am not an alcholic...just like to have it handy. Gum - I really can't sing without gum...it's all in my head, but it helps me with nerves and also I have now convinced myself, I really can't perform without it. I am paranoid about getting sick so I consume Emergen-C almost as much as I consume caffeine.
There is a book. Yep - I always take a book with me, kidding myself I will actually finish it and read another one as well - but end up spending too much time in the worm holes of social media and interwebs on my phone. A pen - that is practical. You always need one. Yes, I am a girl and cannot live without liquid eyeliner...and yes, I am a girl, but I have boyish hair so I cannot go a day without Kevin Murphy's Undressed to tame my boyish mop. Again, girl stuff, lots of jewelry and lots of turquoise. Definitely never take of my chiefhead abalone necklace that I found at the Swap Meet. I feel naked without it. David Kennedy gave me a rad bottle opener from his James Coffee Co collection and I go everywhere with it - again, not an alcolohic, I just happen to find myself around beer bottles often. A knife - always good to have. I once found myself on the side of the road after the van had broken down and it was like 120 degrees outside, and we were all so hot that we were literally cutting clothes off with a knife - see? you never know when you will need it. And of course, knives and alcohol and lots of caffeine are all a great combo.
And lastly, I have to have my vintage tees with me - I collect old band tees; this vintage Black Flag one is one of my faves. They are good luck and a staple part of any of my outfits. And yes, I am lucky because I work here - I have one of the only pairs in existence of these radical silver Eliots. Love them! So comfy - and they are attention grabbers for sure...oh, and there is my iphone, which literally gives me anxiety to be apart from it or have it dead, but I had to use it take this picture - hence it not being in the picture.
Posted on March 18, 2014
Day 4: The New Trailer
Little Rock to Atlanta
Waking up with humorous stories from the night before is always nice. It can add to the sense of comraderie when everyone hops in the van and laughs about what drunk fool did what. Talking about other people, of course. What girl threw up, what dude had to be carried out, etc. It can especially lift your spirits when you find out your trailer is a thread away from busting an axle and the only option is to get a new one…
So we spent 3 hours in Cabot, AR getting a new rig. She seems like a damn fine one to me. The highlight of the trip of course was meeting the owners of the trailer dealership's chocolate lab, Missy. Always good to have some four-legged friend time on the road.
So now it's a day off with a 10 hour drive to Atlanta. Hunker down.
US-67 S, CABOT, ARKANSAS, UNITED STATES • 77° PARTLY CLOUDY
I've been in a van a long time today…Night has fallen, so my mind went strolling. Thinking about piss bottles. Bear with me. When you spend hours and hours everyday in a van carrying six dudes, eventually someone's going to piss in an empty plastic bottle. I remember the first time I ever heard of this concept.
Probably 12 or 13 years old. I was at a summer fishing camp in south Georgia. My final day at camp was the same day of a concert in Atlanta I was to attend. Looking forward to that show all summer long. My dad was to fly in a tiny three passenger plane down to the camp to pick me up so we could fly back to my hometown in order to make the drive to Atlanta in time for the show. Upon taking off, the pilot realized a malfunction in the landing gear, and was forced to land the plane right after take off. But not before they had to get the wheels out somehow, they were stuck. According to my dad, he was in charge of physically engaging the landing gear to get the wheels back in landing position. Furthermore, he had to hold the landing gear lever in place with his legs. They were confident the landing gear would hold, but if it did not, the lever could have viciously snapped back and broken my dad's legs. Not too mention the possibility of just flat out crashing the plane on the runway. It held. They landed. No scratches. Everyone was safe. But now my dad was forced to haul ass via automobile in order to at least have a shot at scooping me from camp and making it to the show. He didn't make it. Missed the show. Which was upsetting, but I was glad he was okay. Scary day. When I got in his truck, there was a Gatorade bottle full of his urine on the floorboard. He told me he had to do that while driving to try and make it on time. I found it gross and heroic.
The pilot of that treacherous flight that summer day was Colonel Seagraves. What a title and name. Colonel Seagraves. I took many flights with my dad and Colonel Seagraves as kid. Colonel Seagraves was probably flying the plane off his charm alone. He smelled of cigars and always had something witty to say. Usually wearing a peach colored collared shirt and white shorts, he appeared to always be on vacation. Brown and gray hair could not be set in a more immaculate part. Old, tan leathery face, around a friendly smile and the clearest, bluest eyes of a bombardier in his prime.
Of course, I cannot know for sure if this is an accurate description of Colonel Seagraves. Maybe that's just how I reconstruct his memory. The past is malleable, no doubt, and often history and story are synonymous, interchangeable. So then perhaps my dad did not really risk his life that day, maybe that's just part of his story. And maybe he just pissed in that bottle because he was lazy. I'd like to think not, and go with my original version.
And I'd also like to think that's why you don't think too hard about piss bottles.
US-78 W, MYRTLE, MISSISSIPPI, UNITED STATES
Birmingham, AL to Wilmington, NC
Plot twist. Change of plans. We intended to drive from Little Rock to Atlanta yesterday then finish the drill to Wilmington today. However, after all the time we spent getting the new trailer and crawling through a detour around a wreck on I-40 for a couple of hours, we stopped in Birmingham. More like paused in Birmingham.
Got in at 2am and back on the road at 6 so we can drive nine hours to make a radio appearance in Wilmington. That's how it goes sometimes.
I-20 W, RIVERSIDE, ALABAMA, UNITED STATES • 48° SUNNY
Wilmington NC to Charlotte NC to ???
Maybe I'd have lots to say right now, but I ended up drunk as Charles Bukowski last night. That can happen to you in a flash when the venue gives you a cheap bottle of whiskey. I'm not sure if I met Danny McBride (of “Eastbound & Down” fame) last night, but some of the other guys did. What a funny motherfucker. And now it feels like one of those Xlerator hand driers is going off in my head. You know, the ones in the bathroom that blow like hell and make an earpiercing racket. Sometimes you just gotta get drunk. You get all fired up from playing your heart out, laugh shit up in the green room with your boys in the band, go back out to the crowd, they're all wanting to hang out and drink. So you drink then.
I wish I'd gotten to see more of Wilmington. Which has nothing to do with being drunk, we just were not there for very long. Barely there. I think it's a coastal town. The crowd at the show was definitely nice and loud. I literally rocked my bandana off. Had my red bandana tied around my left wrist, but at the ending of the last song it was rendered unfurled and flew off.
Great show tonight at Tremont Hall. I had my picture taken with NASCAR legend Jimmie Johnson. I sent it to my parents and they flipped out. Cute.
Now we are driving through the night to stop somewhere to sleep for a little bit. Getting up early to finish the drive to Annapolis MD for a radio event. Rip split burn.
US-74 E, ROWLAND, NORTH CAROLINA, UNITED STATES • 81° SUNNY
Stay tuned as the adventures with Ben Jarvis and The Wild Feathers continue...if you missed the first entry, catch up and read it now