On June 23rd, we set out on tour. Our first stop, Charlottesville, VA for some sleeping. Rolling Stone called it "The best sleep you could possibly get in a 110 degree room with rush hour traffic 20 feet from your head." In the morning, we set out to Chapel Hill, NC where we would be staying that night (yes that's right, we knew where we were sleeping EVERY NIGHT this tour). After getting a key, and being told going to Eden, NC was a bad idea, we went to Eden, NC to play the first show of the tour.
What we did know, is that Eden was a small town in the middle of nowhere. What we didn't know, is that Eden was an abandoned mall and a Sheetz with gas for $2.47/gallon.
This video explains everything. If a picture is worth a thousand words, and a video is shot at 24 frames per second, this video is worth approximately 1,608,000 words. http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=460133835328
The next morning, we ate an unlimited amount of pancakes at IHOP, then went to Home Depot, where we met the most epic man in the world (sounded exactly like the horror movie preview guy) and had a conversation about the uselessness of the Dugong.
The best decision in the world was buying a green sign at target upon which we wrote "Rock Show Tonight, Jack Sprat Cafe, 10 or 11 PM, Probably Free." From 7 o'clock until downbeat, we harassed citizens of Chapel Hill, NC with our sign, loud announcements, and pre-recorded air horn. (awaiting video)
We played the show and even entertained a couple outside the venue. They were dancing and having a great time, especially during Destroy the Wall. After the concert, they asked for the drummer's signature and upon receiving it, the female confided in him that he "made [her] pussy jump" to which he replied "I didn't know those moved."
After our anatomy lesson, we returned to our temporary residence to sleep. In the morning, we set out to Chesapeake, VA. We first needed to try North Carolina's gift to man kind, "Biscuitville," a fast food breakfast restaurant that served every meal avaiable on a biscuit (southern biscuits too, none of this "low fat, you won't have a heart attack tomorrow" bullshit).
After a minor hotel faux pas, we headed over to Winston's Cafe. A hitch hiker asked for a ride to some place in town that we knew nothing about. We replied that WE could barely fit in our car, to which he replied "BITCHES ALWAYS TALKIN' 'BOUT HOW THEY GON' GET RAPED! BU' DEY CAN' EVEN GET A FREE TICKET T' HELL! DEVIL SEE DEM COMIN', HE FIRE'N MISSLES AT THEM 'CAUSE DEY SO UGLEH! GIMME RIDE." So we didn't.
After playing, we hung out with some kool locals, Kristen and Gene, and a drug addict who forgot her name. We headed back to our hotel room and proceeded to sleep less than we should have. In the morning, we went to Asheville, NC to stay with a friend. The 7 hour drive just flew by (walked by at a moderate pace)! Once Panera was consumed, and stories were told around the campfire (interesting IKEA lamp that does not resemble a fire at all) it was bed time.Taco Bell and Subway was the breakfast of champions on June 28th. We made our way through two mountains, a 15 mile drive which took an hour. We arrived at The Ultimate Basement, where we met David, one of the nicest venue owners on the planet. He did everything he could to make our show a success, and we had our first official marque:
Once we had stopped playing, we had to walk at a moderate pace (fly) back to Baltimore by 9 am. As is Asbestos tradition, we arrived fashionably early, and those of us who did not have drug tests slept... hard.
As is also tradition that we are starting right now, we will conclude this blog with a list of people we would like to thank:
Ahem...
Duke, Drew!!!!! Deb and Steve, Dayn and the entire staff of Jack Sprat, Dear Cousin Muscles, Bad Idea, Maurice Jennings, The Reynolds...s (sorry for the aforementioned faux pas), Yolinda, Cody, Nancy and 2 Meteors, all of the humans at Winston's, Kristen, Gene, that girl at Sonic who had to balance all of the food for a starving band on one hand, Patrick, David, all the wonderful people who support The Ultimate Basement like Jeremiah and Anthony, and Rancid... thanks for keeping me awake until the sun came up!
Since we have failed in the past to thank those who have helped us on tour...
Snow Bird Tour:
The Retreat Doctor's hospital for being less than a mile from the Triple, Chelsea, Kate, Rowen, and Mrs. Brooke (for coming all the way to Richmond and not seeing a concert), Mr. Canner (for coming all the way to Richmond and seeing the concert and still not laughing) (oh! and for paying more than your share of the room), Caspian, Sainthood Reps, The Triple, Sharon in Bluefield (thanks for trying!), Patrick, Emily and Andrew, the guy on Beale street (who talked to us for an hour then gave us free strip club tickets... we didn't want them, but it's the thought that counts!) The ranger at Sardis Lake, the shop owner in Jackson, MS (who kindly explained that he would let us use the toilet, but the entire capital city had no water), the Dragon's Den, the hookers on bourbon street (again, thanks, but no thanks), Dr. and Dr. Morris, Flash and The Wall Flower, Plan Z, Quiet Riot (really just for "Cum on Feel the Noise"), Kissimmee Prairie Preserve State Park, The Wrights, Kim and The Wormhole, OVNI Sound System, and Shawn and The Rock Shop
First tour!:
Dave and the Midway Cafe, Timeless Infamy, Woodbury, Pointless Security, The T, the bartender (talking about fucking a dog?...Well thanks for the 50 glasses of water), Julia and Berry!!!! Isaac, O.D. Joe, Flatline Premier, Ronny's, Ellen, Meijers (even though you don't know how to spell Meyers), Randy, Michgan State Parks, Customs (for not searching our car the 2nd, 3rd, or 4th time we tried to cross the boarder), The Unpopulars (what's your name now?), 3rd Floor Kids, Paychecks, that guy who kicked out the asshole, Canada, Mina, Caledonia Lounge, The Winter Sounds, The Doppel Gang, Nuclear Spring, The Wrights, Merle Williams, Kim and The Wormhole, and Papadosio
And the vote is in, longest Asbestos Blog by a nose ladies and gentlemen! This is what happens when a lot happens and we don't blog... I blame Erik.
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