Look at the Home of the Brave's beautiful nose.
We rolled out of LA super duper late due to diarrhe-ahhhh related issues, pushing our arrival time in Santa Cruz to FUCKING LATE AHHH!
We were due at the Subrosa Anarchist Cafe at 6:00, but we got there at a painfully tardy 8:30. Fortunately, everyone is cooler than god damn cold bean salad, and the show went blissfully. Mumford's slayed. Then we played our queitest set of the tour (the cops came during Mumford's set and were lyk "fucking chill. you're killing it too hard."). But despite the quiet, it was the first show of the tour to achieve crowd surfing status.
Moes played too. I love you Moes.
Thanks to Dorota of the Subrosa! Her band Matador is awesome!!
The next day we did some hard chillin in Santa Cruz before driving to Berkley, to do more hard chillin.
A cave in Stana Cruz.
Ice in Berkeley.
We played at a housing co-op that Moes used to live in. Something like 150 kids live there during the school year. It was a wicked place of youthful rebellion, love, and marijuana. And it was a fun as shit place to rock and roll!
In Truth. In Light. Hip Hop.
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