We've been on tour for a couple of dayze now and ive negrlected to post stuff. to busy constanly huslting to give a fuck. too little time too many mockinbirds, fuck man...
Phil went to a wedding in seattle, all like rainy n shit. he met Mumford's and I (Dom) in Austin.
Mumford's and i had a couple of shows on the way down to austin, i played some solo Coyote Slingshot shows on my own with my ipod on the way down. plus played some Trombonners with mumford's and some Little Ruckus freestyling on there song Kiss The Ring. Which is coming out on a split seven inch with the WHEELERS.
So we started out heading to kansas city where we straigh up didnt play a show but instead chilled with some ames homies in who now live in KAY SEE.
Then we headed to Norman OK to chill with our homies and city council members RHETT MICHAL JONES AND STEPHEN TYLER HOLMAN!
we played in rhett's apartment with homies PALEO! which featured Skye Carrasco on Violin!
HOLLA YAY!
I played a Coyote Slingshot set and broke a string on the first song so i played with my microphone and my CD player, which was skipping a bunch, it was loud, the noise was brought, moreso angrey and spaztic than actually good, (more on things being actaully good later.)
We ate some real dank food at a place called the diner in the mornin and Continued on our way to TULZA!
in Tulsa we went to the venue but no one was there, it was called tulsa backwards. AKA
a slut! susspisiouse.
we found out after a long time of waiting to load in that the show was cancelled by checking the facebook of another band that the show was cancelled
WE WENT INTO FULL FUCKING HUSTLE MODEEEEE!!!!
we broke up into groups and went around to all the bars we could find and axxxed them if we could play a show for them
Me and nate (dom'n'nate) Dominate, went to the yellow brick road, tulsa's number one Lesbian ciggarette bar and found out from WAYNE that his roomate is the doorlady at the Soundpony! a few phone calls and some GPS later we were there playing a show! it went real well
THE HUSTLE PAYYYED OFF!!!!
we stayed with Wayne and Adriana and partied hardcore. we found out awesomely that Adriana and a buncha other peeps had heard of and where into our Iowa pop-punk mistresses LIPSTICK HOMICIDE! YO TULSA PEEPS!
YALL R ALWAYS WELCOME IN IOWA!
Then we hustled down to DENTON! played at J and J's Pizza!
WILD THANKS TO DALE AND SCARLETT FOR HOOKING US UP BIGTIME!
Then we're in AUSTIN!
Mumford's played at HeadHunters AND SLAYYAYAYAYYEED!
parking in austin iz harrddd
I ate Food with my best friend richard. who run Super Secret Records, who released my Coyote Slingshot stuff.
Throughout the Whole Tour I was worried that my ipod (that i use to play tracks off of while i ac a fool and sing n play guitar n drum machine) might run out of batteries. cuz i forgot my charger and you can't fucking get ipod shuffle chargers anymore... :(
AND LO AND BEHOLD IT DID RUN OUT! while i was playing my only SXSW show. the only time since a year ago that i got to play songs for richard, my ipod ran out while playing a show for him.
BUT DID THE HUSTLE STOP!?!?!?!
FUCK NO!
i finished the set with just my guitar and drum machine. someone told me i was the spirit of rock n roll. I MADE DO WHAT WHAT I HAD
SWEATPOWER JOYRIDE CONTINUES!
twas beautiful. mistakes only make things better.
after my set a buncha people when over to our lady-saint savior TRILBY NELSON'S HOUSE! to make some food.
Me and chris stayed behind to party. we danced so hard richard gave us drink tickets for bringing POSITIVE vibes to the show, he said we should get paid to get down. One girl came up to us and was like
"WHERE DID YAL:L LEARN TO DANCE?!?!"
we were like, "yo we tour together all the time, we learn to dance from the spirit of life!"
and she was like "oh snap yall jus go on tour and dance at shows?!?"
we was like "bitch please, we tour and blow minds with rock n roll every day."
we walked home and randomly ran into SCARLETT the Duchess of Denton.
we heard some gunshots and went pee in a vacent lot.
we slept outside under the texas moonlight.
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