Aug 20th-22cd: Minot, Bismark, Fargo NORTH DAKOTA!

OH MY GOD WE'RE MAKING SO MUCH MONEY!!!

Just kidding.

Anyways.

Other than California, which was our conquering destination of the summer, we played more shows in North Dakota than any other state in the United States of America. HOW CHILL IS THAT?!!

Here goes...

1) MINOT!

Here's the answer: FUCK YEAH MINOT!

Billy of Father, Son, and the Holy Smokes, along with a posse of invincible warriors from Minot got together and created the glowing-beast that is the Why Not, Minot??!festival.

We played in an art gallery called 62 doors. The show, the gallery, the festival, the vibes --- the whole experience left the sweet, raw aftertaste of inspiration in all our little hearts.

Thanks for letting us be a part of such an incredible culture that you have created, truly from the ground up.

2) BISMARK!

Here's what happened in Bismark: WILDMAN PLAYED… wait, hold on... sit down and hold onto your life and really think this one out after you read it.

WILDMAN PLAYED NAKED!

Mumford's last song was about to start and there was a funny smell in the air. Like burnt hair. Or maple syrup. I dunno. THEN! He pulled down his boxers (the only thing between him and his truth) to revel the UNIVERSE to Bismark North Dakota. He sat with his tuba, playing the song, being truth, holding the room in a hot moment of discovery which forever changed the inner life of the human race.

Wildman: You are an inspiration. You are my father and my child. You are the light in every animals eyes. We love you.

Other things happened too. Like racism and homophobia. But mainly Wildman got naked.

3) FARGO!

The might be a long post, BUT DON'T SKIP THIS PART! Unless you don't like truth.

Remember back in the early 1900s when we played a show in Colorado Springs? We met some bands from Fargo there. And being immortal badasses, they invited us to their town, their home, and booked a show for us. We made a lot of friends on this trip, but the Sunrise/Sunset crew became family, and we can't wait to return the favor.

The show was the 8th wonder of the world. And that isn't because we of this Hoop Dreamz tour rock harder than Mozart, that's because the people of Fargo are apparently all angels and power rangers combined.

If anyone is reading this, and you live in Fairfield, you should probably start preparing your emotions now for when this band comes through. They're going to rip every single heart in our town to shreds. Little glowing shreds which we'll be left to pick up and put back together to a new, better us.

Seriously. They're really fucking good.

IN THE END

North Dakota: the end of the world may be near, but we held each other close and learned what it means to know.