100,000 Words

Ever since tour hit the east coast it has been a whirlwind! I’ve taken copious notes in the van, interviewed people about their reading materials, and snapped a billion pictures, but have had no time to post! I’m stealing a minute as folks climb ladders and drill holes into the ceiling to hang a screen for our show at Rachel’s Cafe in Bloomington, Indiana – one of our best shows last year and I’m so excited to be here again. It’s done nothing but rain rain rain rain rain everywhere we’ve gone nationwide (Canada, too!), but when we pulled into Virginia a few days ago we were greated by sweet, Southern sun. And to go with it we stopped at a Waffle House for some sweet Southern tea to wash it all down with.

Smothered + Covered, ya'll

Sunshine inspres stretching and lite yoga!

Queers in Louisville know how to PARTY! Meaning, they rent a karaoke machine, make a fruit punch and put out a bowl of potato chips! Yeah! Let me tell you all right now that Louisville is like the Portland of the South but better cause it isn’t killing your heart with rain and clouds all day long. The rent is cheap, the old buildings are beautiful and have porches, there are lovely dogwood trees all over the place and the Ohio river is middy and mighty and fills the town with strong water vibrations! If you need to move someplace, move there.

This cheap house came with a jacuzzi. For reals.

Beth sang a Hebrew song, Mari did Duran Duran.

Blissed out.

So wholesome!

Our show at the Red Barn on campus.

Disco Moose

We almost stayed the night in a strange dormitory that was formerly a clinic. Luckily Tour Manager Beth Pickens went to her Magic Computer and found us dirt cheap rooms at a joint on the river that had glass elevators and chandeliers and shit like that!

Our show at Bard College was at this space called The Smog which is an old mechanic station for students to fix their VW Bugs in the 60s when it was fashionable to have a Bug and to fix them yourself. Now it is a sort of bombed-out garage with heavy graffiti that hosts shows and skateboarding and whippit-huffing.

I’m so serious! Why else would there just be an empty whipped cream can tossed on the ground amidst beer bottles and cigarette butts? This is what I missed by not going to college – better literary contacts and safe, rural places to huff nitrous. Damn it.

Kirk found the whipped cream can while scouring the forest looking for bits of the earth to make an altar with! That’s nice.

Yony Leyser’s camera is always on, even when you think it’s not! And if the camera isn’t on the voice recorder is – always! What will happen when the documentary comes out and everyone sees what horrible people we are?!?!