Thursday hopped in the transport with Epidemic and Carn from the Villagio to head down to Tucson with the promoters for our first Tucson sow. We'd been practicing the show in the kitchen before they rolled up, so it was a sweaty but relatively painless journey. Got into Tucson a ways before the show, which was at Club Congress. The cool thing about Congress was that it's a venue and a hotel so our rooms were upstairs from the show which made shenanigans all too convenient. It was in downtown Tucson, a little different from the Univercity scene but it definitely had a lot of character. We hung out and wandered around, soundchecked, loaned Andre Legacy Phillies, changed our show 47 times etc. When it came time to finally do the show and they checked our ids for VIP checking the venue staff were dicks and took Joel's fake, which threw off the whole night, and they gave me hell about my passport (like I stole a passport to pretend i'm 21...?). They even made Andre get a second Id, and he looks 45... Annoying but show went off pretty well. My kneecap popped out of its socket during the Iggy, which sent me tumbling to the ground but I just acted like it was a brief drug enduced coma and the Dirtnasty fans ate it up and I made sure not to jump around much after. The kids loved the show, Centerfold is a BANGER, and we took a lot of notes because we thought it was mediocre. We didn't watch the other opener, we we're getting at breezies immediately (hotel in venue, what!) but we did catch Andre and Dirt's show, they got new tracks produced by Alchemit that are bangers, and it was the usual insanity that is shows with artists who do songs purely about things that make parents mad.
With Joel's hands X'd out we couldn't go many placed so we cruised down the strip (the show ended at like 10:40, so we were out early). Walking along we ran into Black One from AZ Beats who recognized me and Carn and they ended up paying us to do another show down at Vaudeville which was awesome because we did all the tracks we wanted to (Iggy, Camera, Centerfold) and everyone was pretty much hammered, they gave Joel a scratch record, Carnegie freestyled forever, I was wearing sunglasses and couldn't see the crowd and it was impromptu and pretty awesome.
After that we ended up at a hipster diner, all wait staff, cooks etc all hipsters, and that brings me to:
Reasons I Fuck With Tucson:
1. Hipster Diner! Pasta, bagels, burgers, sandwiches, omeletes, all cooked by tattooed kids in skinny jeans and girls with nerd fatties (the best!).
2. Steve! Bums by you drinks at the bar and talk about how they're just en route to Humboldt county where they own acres of pot and you think they're lying until they start buying everyone rounds with hundos and hollering at girls our age with surprising success.
3. Cheap Drinks! I went to the bar with a girl and got two shots and two drinks and the bartender said 4 dollars and I thought the girl had given me a roofie until I saw the sign that said $1 vodkas all Thursday night and I realized I should have gone to UofA instead of ASU for more reasons that just improved sports and academics...
4. Kids with nothing to do! Honestly, anyone coming in to town is an event, so it's time to get it yakkin when Silver Medallion comes to Tucson.
We went to sleep at 5:30 (we worked on our show from 3:30 to 5:30. while it was still fresh), and then the transport left at 6:30.
Flagstaff trip was beastly in every way, too tired to write about it now, I think we're about to drive to Mexico for a show in San Louis...?
In other news, spending a day without my computer (left it at home, despite almost immediate withdrawal from stroking its Apple goodness) was absolutely enlightening, as was answering calls and telling people "No, your designs will not be done until tomorrow." Made me feel like a new man. Until I got back from Flag this morning with two days of no sleep and had to do a 13 page deck for Superbowl (thedirty.com party!) with only desperation, eggs and broken dreams as fuel.
If I don't go to Mexico I'm meeting clients at the lesbian bar with the best name ever: Boycott.
