We rolled into Scottsdale Arizona at around 4 pm to a HARD ass 120 degree heat. We didn't understand how it was so hot. It was alien. It was death. It was the big, hot eyes of the devil.
Our show was at a bar called The Rouge. When we unloaded during the day it was a total biker-bar vibe of day drinking in the dark. We were pretty sure we were all gonna get murdered for being homosexuals.
Before the show we made up some flyers and hustled our way around Scottsdale, bothering sk8tr punx, Urban Outfitter clerks, bar crawling bros, and the general hussy population. We we're all, "We're Iowanz. Git fucked.".
By the evening the crowd had switched to a touch less biker crowd. The sound guy let us throw Dark Crystal on their projector during our set, which was as awesome as it sounds. Our set was like, BOOM!
Then Mumford's set was like, BOOM!
After the show we made an executive decision to drive through the night to San Diego. It was a beautiful decision. The desert night was like a crystal. The air silent and vibrant as we sliced through the mountains across the hot hot hot american southwest. Dreams were coming true. Truths were being born. Stars were forming in our heads until the sun rose over the breathtaking California mountains.
We greeted the dawn as we best know how - with our dreamz and with our hoops.
In San Diego we had the great fortune of playing our show at an art gallery called The Park.
It was an amazing space and a fun assss show. Mumford's slayed first, with Nate at one point throwing his shirt out the window. I like to think it hit some one outside, soaking them with his sweat, and they spontaneously combusted from the DEEP VIBE.
Then we turned the lights off, turned the strobes up, gave everyone 2 hits of E, threw glittered into the crowd, and played our set ac cappella while everyone gave us massages. Shit was real.
DEEP VIBE.
This is fucking awesome!
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