6.10.08

Day 4,

it's Natalie's birthday today back home. siq. happy birthday idiot loser.

we drove to Bielfield today. nothing really crazy happened except for the fact that i realized i should do all of these blog entries in the van every day while driving to shows on textedit and just upload them online later when i get a chance. so yeah, i'm lying, technically it is day 5 right now as i write this, but i'm writing about day 4. ya feel me?

here's a picture of us rockin a rest stop...


...check out Boss' new van! dat shit is straight phat-awesome. you can literally stand up in the van.

anyways, we were all pretty stoked on today cause it is 1 of like 5 shows that we were gonna play with Who Calls So Loud. those guys rule way hard. Bay Area love. after a few hours of jamming to Burial Year in the van, we got to the venue and the Who Calls dudes were already there hanging and hugging. way siq dudes. this venue was also rad to be back at cause last year we had an AMAZING time (last year, we somehow got on a show with Gang Green here...yeah, Gang Green, the one from Boston, circa probably before i was born. [and yeah, you are right, they sucked pretty bad. not siq at alllll]).

***Jack just put saves the day on in the van as i'm writing this. i'm stoked***

anyways anyways, we got to the venue and they had set up this awesome picnic deal outside with TONS of amazing spreads and bread and stuff. check it...


...that's Steven. it is hard to tell, but trust me, he is stoked.


...i made this siqshit-blog-exclusive-plate of the different kinds of spreads so that you could be way-the-fuck bummed that you were not there. hah. sux 4 u. it was REAL good too.

***damn, i just remembered that while we were all in the airport walking around in Philly waiting to fly to Germany, some shit kid was all like "you guys rock" all sarcastic and shit, and my first reaction (and what i said) was "NO...YOU rock" all sarcastic and shit. but after thinking about it, i REALLY wished i would have said "yeah, i know, and you dont". fuck. i hope that s-bag is reading this so he knows***

anyways anyways again (sorry about the off-topic, not-on-the-right-day little blurbs. i will try to stop them so you dont get confused)...here's a picture of us hanging out with the Who Calls kids...


...hah! i didn't realize how ridiculous this picture kinda is...just Jack and Matt straight chillaxin backstage with all of these goodies...i swear to you, this usually doesn't happen. we are not complete d-bags (...also, it is not our faults that are bands are just like, really huge). jk.

oh! so check this shit out!!! in total Comadre-fashion we got completely screwed again in Europe!!! remember when i told you about our 3 boxes of merch that we sent here weeks before we arrived? and how customs were being difficult and not giving them to us? yeah, they said "fuck you" and just sent them back to the US. siq huh? well, ok, not all of the boxes, they were "nice" enough to give us 1 box (that contained all the CDs we sent and a few shirts). but yeah, all of the shirts we sent over (including the Euro-tour shirt that we made for this tour that SAYS "comadre european tour" on them) got sent back to the US. "real cool" right? i am sure you are laughing right now...it's not funny Jessika (jk, it kinda is). so anyways, we had to scramble super hard to figure out how we could have shirts for this tour. luckily Boss, being the amazing person he is, called a friend in Berlin and worked out a super quick shirt-pressing-job with him. so yeah, we made a few phone calls back home, got some left over artwork from Steven's computer and put a design together to give this dude in Berlin. hopefully we'll have these shirts by the weekend. siq.

so after that crap, we ate dinner...


...i was also stoked on this too (so i took a picture of it). nice huh? jealous? probably. and soon after Who Calls So Loud came on...



...and they were as amazing as always. den we played right after them. for some reason, Matt is really into confetti...


...that is what it looked like after our set. i could talk about how technical-difficulty-diseased our set was, but eh, you had to be there. it was ridiculous. but, people were stoked and happy nevertheless, and that ruled. i think we played 15 songs.

after that, us and the Who Calls kids headed upstairs to the sleeping room and hung out for a while. took a few showers, pees, midnight snacks, and read a lot of writings on the walls/bunks. a shit ton of bands had slept in those same bunks and it was pretty rad to read all of their little notes.


...check out my homeboy's stash? way siq. he told us later that night that he was in porn. not sure if he was joking or not, but i believe him. Me, Juan, Steven, and Wes stayed up pretty late hanging out with this dude (Martin) and his buddy Daniel outside in the hall. they were pretty trashed, but like in a way-the-fuck funny way. Martin asked us to give him "all the dirt we have on bands".........we talked about Graf Orlock for the rest of the night.

jk (kinda, not really. love you guys). but yeah, it was awesome, way good guys.

"siq shit" top 5 list for this day:
1. seeing Lars from React With Protest
2. video chatting with Albert on ichat
3. eating, drinking, and sweating my cold away. i woke up today feeling great! fuck you cold!
4. hearing Who Calls' Seattle story
5. calling Freddie from Who Calls So Loud "Frankie" right before he went to bed (and i think i might have called him that earlier too) and not realizing it till way later, then talking about it with Wes and Juan and saying how i was gonna apologize the next morning, but when it came for that time, i wanted to avoid any awkwardness, so i just said "hey Freddie" when i saw him in the morning to reassure him that i actually did know his name. hopefully he got that.