Sooooooo. The past three days have kind of merged in to one really big day where we’ve done everything three times, which is kind of cool because it’s triple the fun… Is it? I don’t know. It could be a freaking melting nightmare right now and I wouldn’t even know. My brain, our brains, are like cereal left in a bowl of milk too long right now. REALLY SOFT.
Anyway - So we played Colorado Springs and it was awesome. We got to hang out with a bunch of really nice people, the venue was cool, kinda like a dirty York - Duchess - and the show was amazing. Everybody was super pumped. the MC RUT guys killed it. We got given a bunch of beers in the dressing room that were literally the size of our thighs.
I think we crashed in a motel somewhere in the Springs that night. The next day we woke up, went and did a live radio station session at RXP 103.9 which was ace then drove to Denver, no biggy, like 2 hours max. We drove past this awesome national park place called the Garden of the Gods. It was in the red rocks. It was totally amazing. “Them’s some biiiiig rocks you got there” We hit Denver - We love Denver. Everybody there is just super cool, super nice. We had a good time. Took a walk round the block, saw the venue we played a couple of months back with the YMAS guys, went and checked out the local recreational weed shop. That was a vibe, and sure - we floated outta there. The show was killer - the Brick and Mortar dudes had a REAL pumped crowd going on, they totally smashed it. Everybody was super in to our set which is so cool seeing as we’re pretty much strangers to everybody there - we had a big old crowd of people hanging out at the merch stand after just chatting. It was super cool. Outside there were a loads of people getting casually high. We went down to Illegal Pete’s burrito shop after just before we had to drive. IP’s totally sorted us out with food as we were a malnourished gang of Brits. If you’re ever in Denver you have to go to Illegal Pete’s.
Then we drove 4hrs through the night to Kansas. Hit a motel. 4hrs sleep. Got up, started driving. Still driving. LET’S USE THE WORD DRIVING A FEW MORE TIMES. Maybe I should swap out the word ‘driving’ in blogs for ‘melting’ or something. Maybe that would make it kinda more freaky. Keep it fresh you know?
So let’s start that again.
Then we drove 4hrs through the night to Kansas. Hit a motel. 4hrs sleep. Got up, started melting. Still melting. LET’S USE THE WORD MELTING A FEW MORE TIMES.
During the drives over the last few days we’ve been:
1. Listening to MC RUT, Brick And Mortar, Pixies, Eugene Quell and Deftones.
2. Going through Burger King on foot and not getting served. Thanks BK.
3. Waking Jim up purely to take a photograph of him and put it on instagram.
Oh yeah the Burger King thing. We were starving after the Colorado Springs show. So we found a 24 hour drive through BK on the way to the motel. We tried to fit the van through the drive though which is a big ass van. It wouldn’t go so we backed it out and proceeded to walk through in the shape of the van. We went up to the speaker thing to place our order and explained that we were British and we really wanted a whopper. They wouldn’t even answer us. Can you imagine what they must’ve been seeing on the camera their side?
We just hit a gas station/petrol station somewhere near Topeka and I got out and ran around in circles for about five minutes with my hands in my pockets screaming something because my legs have gone to sleep. A kid was watching me the whole time. Sweet. Also - A guy was filling up his truck SMOKING A CIGARETTE ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
Now I’m gonna fall asleep on the back seat and forget I even wrote this.
Last night we played Murray, which is right next to Salt Lake City. I think in the last two days we’ve driven for like 25 hours. So most of the last two days we’ve been driving. In that time as well as driving we have mostly been: Sleeping in the van. Hitting a Motel 6’s at 2am. Getting pulled over by State Troopers. Listening to the Pixies.
We got pulled over by a trooper which was pretty interesting. He actually turned out to be really nice, but it took Fitz (our TM) to play the “We’re british we don’t know what we’re doing?” line - and Mike to then absolutely SMASH the charm on and pretty quickly we were having a road side chat with a dude four times our size in a uniform and a pretty gnarly hat. Not forgetting the big ass gun on his hip. Sure. Guns are not at ALL scary. We were speeding - he’d be speeding too if he was on our schedule. So Murray was a sick show. Massive place. I woke up just as we got to the place and took an instagram on my personal @mattistalking - I’m getting used to the fact I look like shit 200% of the time and actually kind of enjoying promoting that. Fuck you James Franco. Jim has also been putting up some awesome photographs on DPU’s instagram @dpuofficial as well as his own @jimbotty that he’s been taking throughout the trip on his swanky “I’m a pro” camera. Mike’s also been putting up some CLASSICS @michaeljsheils - Sure multi talented is DPU’s middle name. Some dudes we met from the Salt Lake show we played with YMAS came down to the show last night too which was super nice. Again - it’s still weird hearing people shouting for Birds And Planes and shit when we’re in the middle of Utah.
After the show last night we drove three hours. Hit the hotel in the early AM, got into bed for 5 hours, got out of bed, and now we’ve been driving for 6 hours. Sure. Groundhog Day times a MILLION except there’s no Bill Murray. There is however Jim Cratchley doing Sean Connery impressions which is almost as good. Time to get weird. I just woke up from a dream where I was in a service station with the guys, typical mid america gas station like we see everyday, Olly (you know Olly by now right? Merch/TM/dream boat, instagram: @lolly_bailey) asked me to hold his 20 ounce coffee. I was tired and couldn’t be bothered so I put it on one of the shelves in the gas station shop and it spilt, he was pissed at me and I felt bad. The lady cashier was looking at me through a crowd of people. Then a shady guy bumped into me and pressed a bunch of different sized black and white photographs in to my chest. They were dark and grainy. They were all of me and some best friends. They were creepy, like stalker style, from the first time I was in the USA. I started to panic. I could see the guy that gave them to me and i felt uncomfortable. He was wearing a black denim jacket, about 35. I went outside into the van or something, by now it had changed into a car that was parked next to a lake. I sat in the boot and ate all of the photographs to get rid of them. Then I pulled a man’s finger nail that wasn’t mine out of my mouth. It was way too big to be mine, and it had thick black oil, like crude oil, all under the underside of it. Like some one had been fixing a truck or something. I started to freak out and was losing my shit to the guys telling them that somebody had been watching me and putting fingernails in the photographs. It was gross. THEN - I woke up in the real world just now because we were pulling in to a truck stop to get a subway and keep on driving.
The moral of this story is: MATT IS NOT GETTING ENOUGH ZZZZZZZ’S AND MAYBE I HAVE CONFUSED MY LUCKY CHARMS WITH ACID.
We’re on the way to Colorado Springs right now, 3 hours to go. See you later miss you all a shit load xxxxxxxxMMMMMMDDDDPPPPUUUUUU
Where are we now? Right now we’re driving from Seattle to Murray. We’re slamming Tigercub on the stereo, and it’s like a 15 hour drive in total. We’re probably gonna do around 10 hours today, and 5 tomorrow. Intense right? Weird to think I’ll have sat basically motionless inside one cabin for 10 hours, yet I’ll have travelled around 700 miles. Mind blower. I feel jaded, I think that’s all the traveling. But I feel happy, I think that’s all the being international.
So yesterday we hit Seattle. We played at the El Corazon, which is a killer venue. Reminds just a little bit of King Tuts in Glasgow. It’s got the same type of floor and little balcony thing that’s going on in King Tuts. The venue is right next to this big bridge, which is an overpass over a massive freeway/motorway. There’s loads of kids that live under the bridge. It’s fucking shitty. We played this place when we came through with YMAS actually. It was ace to come back, but sucked to see those kids were still there.
In the morning we got to Seattle. We drove over to Kurt Cobain’s old house. It was really weird and felt kind of sad. The house is really secluded and surrounded by trees. It’s a beautiful house. The bench where everybody had wrote stuff was cool. We even saw PAWS had tagged it. Still felt weird though. We didn’t stick around too long. Everybody is just a normal person, even great people. So every house, is just a normal house.
So we played the show at the Corazon, and it was great. The venue was dirty, the lights were cheap and hot. I was stood on Zack’s dirty rug that he plays on, Mike and Jim were KICKING it. People were there to see a thrashing show and we were fucking itching to play one. Everybody there was super into it which was awesome. I was bored and restless before the show so I got over my nerves with some drinks and we hung with the Brick And Mortar dudes upstairs. It was killer. MC RUT came on and fucking killed it. I went down the front for a couple of songs before we had to bail. It was savage. Being stood amongst everybody getting slammed by the noise. THAT is the reason I’m even doing this. It was fucking amazing. All of you need to check MC RUT out.
Later we bailed, got a huge take out cheese pizza and got on the road. By huge cheese pizza I mean, if you’d have strapped an engine to that thing you could’ve freaking flown it. CIRCUMFERENCE PEOPLE. We had to get three hours done, but about an hour in we we’re getting up the pass and it was shut because of super bad weather. You couldn’t see the road. Crazy shit. We hit a Motel for night. In the morning we heard an avalanche had taken out the road anyway, sooooo good job we got the Motel.
Peace and love and a shit load of cats. Miss you Mxxxxxxxxxxxxxx