So, we just got to The Fest and it's already a zoo. People standing in a line that leads out the entrance of the hotel just to register. Well, not us, we're in a band. Bands don't wait in line. My advice to the kids? Learn to play guitar or at least make friends with people who have talent. Drunken updates to come.
There's another entry below this one, read that one instead.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Still Not Dead?
I'm exhausted. Weeks ago we started to make the trek back east - the adventure home. Tonight we find ourselves in Tallahassee, Florida. Tonight also marks the first show without Crime In Stereo, a band that joined us a week or two ago. Yep, I said friends. Who would of thought that we'd enjoy the company of a group of Strong Island kids. I mean, come on - I went to a SUNY school drowning in down state dudes. I know the drill - shitty accents and chin straps. Oh, stop. I'm kidding. Seriously though, listening to Matt of C.I.S. is like having your little sister ear fuck your skull with a broken beer bottle dildo. You know what I'm saying? Again, I'm kidding (slightly). Great dudes and an even better band. Crime In Stereo "Is Dead" gives me an erection that I haven't had since the early 90's.
But, man, I haven't been updating and I apologize to all three of you. It's hard to borrow a friends' computer for a couple of hours in order to compose such verbal symphonies. This is art, motherfuckers and it demands time as well as perfection.
Either way, soon we'll be home. I believe the plan is to be back at our respective residences on November 7th. I'm a bit burned out at this point and part of me looks forward to the comfort of home. Of course, the other part of me wants to stay out forever. The road warrior side of Trevor doesn't want to come home because that means I have to get a job again in order to pay my already delinquent bills. The kicker is, I can only work for one month because Polar Bear Club will be leaving again in early December. I cannot go back to my old job, Daddy burned that bridge. My best chance of bringing in any money is to take some shit job in food service or a factory. At my age, working in either of those fields will be quite humbling. I'm starting to regret that whole "going to college thing", or at least the criminal justice degree. Look where that got me! But this is the life choice I made. And fuck, I'm going to Europe in February. What are you doing? You're reading the ramblings of a mad man! Advantage: me!
Oh, you don't want to read about me anymore? How have the shows been you ask? Well, since we left California shows have been more miss than hit. While Phoenix, Arizona brought out almost 150 kids, New Orleans overwhelmed us with eight. Shows such as New Orleans make me question whether I made the right choice as far as trading in health insurance and a steady paycheck for sleeping on cold floors and smelling like dick dipped in bacon. But hey, I made it to California for the first time in my life and I just might make it back home. Not a bad place.
Fest this weekend, mother fuckers. A weekend of shitty beards, jean shorts, and pale overweight kids. Oh, some great bands too. I plan on being crowned gladiator of all beers. Do say hello.
P.S. I may have mentioned this before but we did a bunch of dates with Broadway Calls, one of the best bands going. Check them out and support them fully. If I had to describe their sound I'd say it's catchy pop punk mixed with your favorite ex girlfriend that you miss and pine for every night. She's never going to leave him, ok? So stop texting her.
But, man, I haven't been updating and I apologize to all three of you. It's hard to borrow a friends' computer for a couple of hours in order to compose such verbal symphonies. This is art, motherfuckers and it demands time as well as perfection.
Either way, soon we'll be home. I believe the plan is to be back at our respective residences on November 7th. I'm a bit burned out at this point and part of me looks forward to the comfort of home. Of course, the other part of me wants to stay out forever. The road warrior side of Trevor doesn't want to come home because that means I have to get a job again in order to pay my already delinquent bills. The kicker is, I can only work for one month because Polar Bear Club will be leaving again in early December. I cannot go back to my old job, Daddy burned that bridge. My best chance of bringing in any money is to take some shit job in food service or a factory. At my age, working in either of those fields will be quite humbling. I'm starting to regret that whole "going to college thing", or at least the criminal justice degree. Look where that got me! But this is the life choice I made. And fuck, I'm going to Europe in February. What are you doing? You're reading the ramblings of a mad man! Advantage: me!
Oh, you don't want to read about me anymore? How have the shows been you ask? Well, since we left California shows have been more miss than hit. While Phoenix, Arizona brought out almost 150 kids, New Orleans overwhelmed us with eight. Shows such as New Orleans make me question whether I made the right choice as far as trading in health insurance and a steady paycheck for sleeping on cold floors and smelling like dick dipped in bacon. But hey, I made it to California for the first time in my life and I just might make it back home. Not a bad place.
Fest this weekend, mother fuckers. A weekend of shitty beards, jean shorts, and pale overweight kids. Oh, some great bands too. I plan on being crowned gladiator of all beers. Do say hello.
P.S. I may have mentioned this before but we did a bunch of dates with Broadway Calls, one of the best bands going. Check them out and support them fully. If I had to describe their sound I'd say it's catchy pop punk mixed with your favorite ex girlfriend that you miss and pine for every night. She's never going to leave him, ok? So stop texting her.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Remember Me?
Man, I still don't have my fucking computer. Don't ever buy a Hewlett Packard or Compaq. They're shittier than my last ex girlfriend. They're probably more emotionally stable however. Either way, not having a computer isn't a huge issue. I mean, I also don't have health insurance. I have to admit, I miss the laptop more. Who needs to see a doctor? The way I see it, that lump on my balls will work itself out.
Today we find ourselves in Hollywood, California on a day off. This comes after a string of great shows in the area. Since we hooked up with Broadway Calls and Crime In Stereo all shows have been well attended and all the bands have been very well received. California has been very kind to us with at least a hundred kids at most shows. My only complaint is that every single person here looks better than me. Even hobo trannies have that special something. Me? I have Nate.
Currently, we're staying with our friend Jake in a house that overlooks the entire city and I'm told the hot girl from Heroes lives next door. Goose claims to have seen her but he also claims that he's just big boned and not fat. Hey-o! That's a horrible thing to say but hey, I use insults as a defense mechanism. I hate myself. Anyway, there's an in ground pool and a separate room that doubles as a practice space. Polar Bear Club is in there now working on some songs as well as a cover they hope to play in December. I just finished off a great episode of Friday Night Lights but I digress...
I'm not a big fan of days off, I'd rather keep going. It's understandable why the dudes need a day of rest, however. PBC shows are usually pretty intense and each member seems to put a lot of energy into what they do. Myself on the other hand, well, all I do is keep the party alive. And let me tell you, I do a great job of that. I'm like the CEO of Party Town. Well, maybe the mayor.
On down time there is usually a ton of things to do whether it be laundry, general errands or a van clean. In fact, I just folded Jimmy's laundry. I swear, he has prettier underwear than any girl that has the misfortune of spending the night with me. Dream boat. Either way, nothing too exciting but very necessary. On the other hand, at times, there is absolutely nothing to do except hurry up and wait. It's days like this that almost make me wish I was home, if I had a real home. I miss little comforts. For instance, there is nothing I'd rather do right now than hang out with certain family members for a bit, watch an episode (or nine) of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and eat a bowl of cereal. But when you're with a group of six people, you have to compromise and do what everyone else needs to do. Compromise is hard when you're a selfish, selfish man that only cares and looks out for number one. But hey, I'm trying.
Tomorrow we start playing shows again. I believe tomorrow is in the San Diego area, Victorville to be precise. (I could totally be wrong on this, I mean, Dave just handed me a beer so once again it's time to be awesome.) From there we head down south, through Texas to Florida and back up the east coast until we make it home some time in November. There will be December dates announced soon and the really big news is that we're headed to Europe in February with The Gaslight Anthem. Dreams are coming true and yet I still live with my parents and haven't touched a boob in years. Compromise, kids.
Pictures soon? Eh, maybe. For now, I'm going to try and come up with different ways to hide a receding hairline other than wearing a baseball cap. Tell my mom I love her.
Yours,
Me.
(Thanks for everything Dave, you are the bringer of the fun.)
Today we find ourselves in Hollywood, California on a day off. This comes after a string of great shows in the area. Since we hooked up with Broadway Calls and Crime In Stereo all shows have been well attended and all the bands have been very well received. California has been very kind to us with at least a hundred kids at most shows. My only complaint is that every single person here looks better than me. Even hobo trannies have that special something. Me? I have Nate.
Currently, we're staying with our friend Jake in a house that overlooks the entire city and I'm told the hot girl from Heroes lives next door. Goose claims to have seen her but he also claims that he's just big boned and not fat. Hey-o! That's a horrible thing to say but hey, I use insults as a defense mechanism. I hate myself. Anyway, there's an in ground pool and a separate room that doubles as a practice space. Polar Bear Club is in there now working on some songs as well as a cover they hope to play in December. I just finished off a great episode of Friday Night Lights but I digress...
I'm not a big fan of days off, I'd rather keep going. It's understandable why the dudes need a day of rest, however. PBC shows are usually pretty intense and each member seems to put a lot of energy into what they do. Myself on the other hand, well, all I do is keep the party alive. And let me tell you, I do a great job of that. I'm like the CEO of Party Town. Well, maybe the mayor.
On down time there is usually a ton of things to do whether it be laundry, general errands or a van clean. In fact, I just folded Jimmy's laundry. I swear, he has prettier underwear than any girl that has the misfortune of spending the night with me. Dream boat. Either way, nothing too exciting but very necessary. On the other hand, at times, there is absolutely nothing to do except hurry up and wait. It's days like this that almost make me wish I was home, if I had a real home. I miss little comforts. For instance, there is nothing I'd rather do right now than hang out with certain family members for a bit, watch an episode (or nine) of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and eat a bowl of cereal. But when you're with a group of six people, you have to compromise and do what everyone else needs to do. Compromise is hard when you're a selfish, selfish man that only cares and looks out for number one. But hey, I'm trying.
Tomorrow we start playing shows again. I believe tomorrow is in the San Diego area, Victorville to be precise. (I could totally be wrong on this, I mean, Dave just handed me a beer so once again it's time to be awesome.) From there we head down south, through Texas to Florida and back up the east coast until we make it home some time in November. There will be December dates announced soon and the really big news is that we're headed to Europe in February with The Gaslight Anthem. Dreams are coming true and yet I still live with my parents and haven't touched a boob in years. Compromise, kids.
Pictures soon? Eh, maybe. For now, I'm going to try and come up with different ways to hide a receding hairline other than wearing a baseball cap. Tell my mom I love her.
Yours,
Me.
(Thanks for everything Dave, you are the bringer of the fun.)
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Lagwagon
There's this song called "Sleep" by one of my favorite bands of all time, Lagwagon. It's about being on tour and missing your significant other. I wouldn't know anything about missing a loved one but there's also a line in the song about being drunk for seven days in a row. In honor of this awesome song and lyric, I am now drunk for the seventh day in a row. Hail to the king, baby. We're in Wyoming. Cowboys are scary.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Porno 1, Trevor 0
MY COMPUTER IS DESTROYED.
TECHNOLOGY IS THE DEVIL.
WILL EXCHANGE HJ'S FOR A MAC.
FAST AND FURIOUS IS A RIP OFF OF POINT BREAK.
no new posts for a bit.
TECHNOLOGY IS THE DEVIL.
WILL EXCHANGE HJ'S FOR A MAC.
FAST AND FURIOUS IS A RIP OFF OF POINT BREAK.
no new posts for a bit.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Hiatus
So Polar Bear Club parted ways with Gaslight Anthem a couple of days ago and we all miss them terribly. Three Polar Bears flew back home for a bit. We don't miss them at all. The rest of us drove for two days straight to get to Denver, Colorado and now here we are in a hotel. Soon, Polar Bear Club resumes tour with such great bands and Crime In Stereo, Broadway Calls, The Swellers, and A Wilhelm Scream. Check PBC's myspace for dates and to see which bands are playing which show. In the meantime, the three of us are going to hang out in this hotel, (hopefully not speaking to eachother) and get high. Well, I'm getting high. Fuck the other two squares. I uploaded a bunch of new pictures from various shows and various hangouts. My favorites include the pictures of us on Bourbon Street. Click on those four handsome fucks up above to see the goods.
I lied. I miss Goose like the desert misses the rain. Come home.
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