Thursday, May 28, 2009

Goodbye Florida, Hello Everywhere Else!

The wind was blowing bums right off their tucus, and the sky was the
face of your girlfriend right before she is about to cry.. you know
what face I am talking about. Every girl has one and every guy
cringes at the thought of that face... the face that comes right
before you know the dam of tears is going to break and all that can
ensue is endless pats on the back, apologies, and countless
promises... It was Monday morning in Jacksonville Beach and the
weather was either angry at us for leaving or tellin us to get the
heck out of dodge. As we loaded in our duffle bags filled with half
clean/ half dirty clothes, toiletries and all the other things we
thought we would need to last us over a month of traveling, that levy
between here and the clouds broke. But we managed and though dripping
wet and shoes soaked, we set off on our first real tour! If Jax
Beach was our lady.. we left her weeping, cursing, and throwing
stilettos at our heads.

Our voyages ahead will bring us all the way up the East coast up to
New York, over to Chicago, through New England and most unbelievably..
JAPAN!!! (insert a couple "hell ya's" a few "Ya BLORR's" and one or
two "Ahhh guys I'm so happy for you's) But first, South Carolina...
Charleston to be exact. The venue was an old theatre. In fact, the
way it was decorated and furnished,, it was almost a time warp when
you walked in. Red velvet draped walls and old posters. A healthy
pack of Charleston surf enthusiasts ranging widely in age filled the
small screening. All very excited about the quality of Picaresque,
they stuck around to see what the weirdos in the giant Nike van were
there for. It was a lil ummm awkward playing for a seated audience
and because of a lack of electrical capabilities BLORR played a
stripped down Guitar/drums/crooning set. But it was very cool to play
in front of the giant pulled curtains and under the dim theatre
lighting. Felt as though we should have been wearing suits and
playing cool jazz to ladies smoking long stemmed cigarettes... Our
crowd loosened up a little and I do believe I saw excessive finger
tapping and panicky gobstopper popping by the of our of the set.


1 comment:

100% said...

it was fun having you guys in town! holler on the way back down.