Monday, July 6, 2009

Big Taters and Hot Nuts!

Oh, so much to tell! hmm. After adventures in st. pitty'sburgh, we venture to D.C., wandering around the original "mall" on E street and 7th; space-aerial explorations with tycho brahe and his armillary sphere, oh the universe! Dark matter! A history written in bone bone bone, and cold stella's and ganja at Simone's dad's. Then we find ourselves back at the scene of last year's second show, dear Kansas House, in arlington VA, where we attempt to blow minds again, with mild success, lots of fun, and $2 forties. Luckily the deluge doesn't stop everyone from coming, including some folks who saw us last year! Wow! Next up is Baltimore whose free library nurses genius giant chess games in its lobby. A dream come true! After a show at the H&H building, with Pocket Lollipops, projections, country club pool break-ins and cold sake, we spend a special afternoon at Edgar's grave with fried lake trout, collard greens, macaroni and cheese and sweet sweet potatoes. The evening is made up of pop-punk, us, and glittery obi-wan-kenobi scream-noise rockers (soo good) at the Cider Haus, home of abiku. Dear natty bo, we love you.
A few traffic jams later, we're in Philadelphia, the original home of freedom (a.k.a. Philly cheese steaks) back at our man Sam's new crib. Mini fridge full of forties! Some of us indulge more than others, some indulge ALOT more than others, but nonetheless cat-pee costumes are overcome to actually make Philadelphians dance. Who knew it could be done?!? The next day brings new adventures in the form of table diving (What Recession?) before braving the creepily deserted freeway to NYC. We were invited to play on the big boat off the Jersey shore (you know, with fireworks and Jewel, and West Side Story...), but instead we decided to play for no money to no audience and douche-bag staff. Tough call, but we think we made the right decision... There were some sweet fireworks, though. Or maybe I'm mistaking fireworks for burning buildings and gunshots. Not sure. Next day Sunday beach-bumming, to Little Odessa edibles, to Gin and Juice patio party, to Fulton Mall shopping spree/MOMA art farts to happy happy joy joy! Ahh the big city.
And then we take Manhattan...

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I have stayed in the house Edgar Allen Poe room and boarded in during his stay in Providence RI. The house is beautiful but is now broken into apartments that are a bit too shanty.