Morning after a questionable brush with authority in a Pittsburgh cemetery last night (questionable in the sense that we may have imagined it). hmmm. So a Chicago show from which we got paid twice by an expensive sports bar, sped away happily, to find ourselves in Toledo, land of the very few grocery stores, and youngsters making fires with lighter fluid and motor oil, camped in their backyard after a show with the amazing Mr. Gnome. Hooray for LSD and SUV's!! After a premature arrival in Cincinnati, we camp out on the sidewalk of "the worst neighbourhood in America". Debatable, but its nomination for this title is undeniable. After a long discussion with the fire department, Bunk ArtSpace is temporarily moved outside and we get to play on an outdoor backlot platform (earlier home to daydreams)! A disappointingly short set leaves us a little bummed, but the night picks up when a new friend takes us to the warehouse he lives in and shows us around the huge reclaimed (they pay rent though) space used as a workshop space for a future bike co-op, carpentry, general mayhem, and housing a tunnel in its gigantic basement! After a trip to the raddest dumpsters i have ever combed over, we sleep.
The drive to pittsburgh is hot, but not as unbearable as the past few. Kinda sketchy directions take us to Friendship street! Oh yeah- FRIENDSHIP! Hippy tour continues... or not... we play a basement house party to the coolest cats in cooltown, drink numerous PBR's and begin our quest for true Yinzers! That quest is abandoned in the face of deserted steel mills and giant smokestacks. Some of us are more adventurous than others (no names will be named) but it's all AMAZING! Maybe another exclamation point is needed- ! and another !! But did our fearless heroes stop there? No! Off to the graveyard for more late night urban exploration among the giant mausoleums and big breasted sphinxes of middle american big-wigs. Surrounded by fireflies, super stealth ninja cops (invisible, silent ones, no less!) chase us off of the property to continue our discussions of the true origins of crop circles. No stone unturned!
*Ring*Ring* oh that must be the president, calling for his private show... Until the next episode...
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