Bye USA!!! 👋🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸 YOU HAVE BEEN AWESOME!! Too all the people we’ve met, played to and hung out with - SEE YOU NEXT TIME. You were killer miss you already big love DPU XXXX✌️✌️✌️Thanks to @timothynorris for the awesome photo in LA.
Happy Valentines Bitches!!! IT. IS. OVER. Gonna miss these dudes. It has been REAL. ✌️DPU✌️XXX @mattistalking @michaeljsheils @jimbotty @lolly_bailey @fitzyfitzyfitzyfitzy @deadindustry @brickandmortar @middleclassrut @buckyhold @drew240 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
So, right now we’re driving from Phoenix AZ, to San Bernardo CA. We set off like 15 minutes ago and it’s a four hour drive. We woke up in some Best Western near the airport after the Motel 6 that we were meant to be in had sold our rooms to someone else. We found that out when we arrived at 3am last night. It was as you would image. FUCKING. SWEET.
This is the last drive of this tour. Tonight is the last show. We were just talking about how the routine of this tour has been so long it’s like it’s engrained in us. I literally can’t imagine not getting up in the morning, feeling that exhausted feeling and getting coffee from the lobby, saying hey to Fitz and Olly, taking a shower in a shower I’ve never been in and will never be in again, getting in to the van in the seat behind Jim, Mike’s in the front, driving for hours looking out the window at a place that I don’t know and ending up at a venue somewhere I’ve never been and saying hey to Zack, Sean, Tony, Cresswell, Drew, Brandon, John, Feeny. Dragging the shit out the van. Fitz doing his shit at the desk. Olly setting everything up at the merch. Mikey setting up the kit on Zack’s rug. Jim setting up the bass. Me looking down at my pedals. Hitting back stage. Tea. Whiskey. Chatting to the guys. Nerves. Going out playing the show. Going to merch. Talking to people. Packing down. Driving. Hotel. Sleep. Wake up. REPEAT. I literally can’t imagine sleeping in MY own bed and being in one place for more than a day, let alone MY own place. Not a black room with leather seats on wheels with Mike, Jim, Olly, Fitz in it as well. I think the first couple of nights back we’re gonna be ringing each other. Maybe leaving each other on speaker. So weird.
Gonna be super bummed later to say by to Sean and Zack. I think Sean’s flying straight out from the show, and Zacks driving straight out. Maybe Brandon/John/Feeny are doing the same thing I don’t know. That’s gonna be equally shitty. Such a good bunch of people. I feel like Zack and Sean are - without knowing it by the way - my/DPU’s secret touring mentors. Showing us exactly how to just deal with the road. Never moan, never bitch. Always nail it. Touring Machine. Do it again. And again. And again. Always be nice. Humbling to watch them do it like that.
Last night we played Tuscon AZ at a place called The Rock. It was fucking AWESOME. The club was super cool too, kinda gritty, kinda shitty, with an air of sort of ‘legend’ or ‘history’ to it or something. Right down the centre of the venue going parallel with the stage was this massive iron grill fencing. Pit on one side, drink on the other. The kind of fencing that a cage fighter would be thrown against in the cage in which he’s getting his last breath beaten out of him in. It felt like if there had been a ‘Rock Show’ level in Street Fighter II, this would have been it. And Ken would have been smashing Blanka around until Blanka fucking punched Ken’s spine through his back or whatever. I was always Blanka, my big bro was always Ken. Or was it Ryu. I can’t remember. I never won though. Anyway. I digress. Out side the back in the burning sun were a couple of jet ski’s just on the concrete patio. When it became evening there were crappy burgers being BBQ’d for the rock fans. Am I painting this ok? Thinking about it now if my heaven was a dirty ass rock club that still held awesome shows - I was in heaven. I loved the logo of the place so much and the vibe that swapped a CD for a vest. I would have bought one for $10 if I had $10, but guess what, I don’t have $10. And yes. A vest. Not a T shirt. A vest. Because all the dudes that ate the burgers and drank the beers wore the vest. When in Rome right? RIGHT. The crowd fucking lost their shit in the show. They really wanted to be a part of it which was awesome. MC killed it with particular flare. I didn’t catch B+M’s set because I was too busy downstairs listening to a new song of theirs which was SO good. So killer. Met a bunch of awesome people at the merch and in the crowd. We kept on getting cut out of conversations with someone for photos with someone else. After the show we drove two hours, got to our hotel (as I said), left our hotel, found another hotel, 3am, hit the bed. Woke up. Fell in the jacuzzi next to the pool. Why? Because now I can say i was in Arizona for less than 24 hours, played 1 awesome show, saw 2 awesome cities, AND took a fucking awesome JACUZZI. Yolo.
The day before we played in Albuquerque which was also killer. We went and saw Walter White’s house which fucking blew our tiny minds. Went ate at Los Pollos Hermanos, which is actually called Twisters, and is actually a mexican restaurant. We saw the door to the back where Gus’s office is, and we sat at the table that Walt and Gus meet at. It was super fucking weird and super fucking cool. The show later was great. There was a movie being shot out the front with some big Hollywood peeps driving Mustangs around really fast with big lights everywhere - also weird. We were chatting to the massive mexican security dude out back for ages. He was cool and super nice and also looked like he was in the Deftones no big deal. Talking of Deftones, Crosses had played at this place only a couple of weeks before. Sure. Don’t even worry about it. Met a bunch of super cool people after, including Monica who is a recovering addict and four years clean who now works in a scheme helping other recovering addicts. She was fucking awesome. It’s humbling when you meet people like that, that are looking at you like you just did something amazing - when in reality YOU’RE looking at them because THEY actually did something amazing. It’s so weird that everybody has such different mountains to climb and shit. Such different battles to fight. But just looking at someone you have no idea. Everybody has something to teach you.
Anyway. It was all super cool and like usual a kind of fast forwarded blur. San Bernardo tonight, the big goodbye’s n shit, and then we’re in LA for a couple of days. We’ve got a show at the El Ray theatre with The Strypes and then we’re gonna sit on a fucking beach, and then get on a plane.
See you soooooooooon! Or noooooooot!! But Mayyyyyyybeeeee!!