ALBUQUERQUE, NM 7/19-20/05
we got up and talked a bit with our gracious host from OK. it was weird to play a show for 30 other musicians with a couple people there to actually see the show. he gave us tips on different clubs to play if we roll back through oklahoma city.
we had to blast out to make it to the next show in new mexico so we said goodbyes and hit the road. it was a pretty hot and not so exciting drive to albaquerque but we listened to some mike jones remixes that rich kicked us down with in austin and we had a good time rolling through.
we got to town and found the club pretty easily. the ro-bros remembered both clubs from when they were driving through to their west virginia for a funeral in august. the club we were slated to play is called burts tiki lounge. we loaded in and headed over to a pizza place called NYPD a couple of blocks away. the robots ate pizza and wandered around the city a bit.
we got back to the club and got to drinking. the bartender/booker was a cool girl and she set us up with whiskey shots and import beer. we stretched out and asked whatever stupid questions we might have had. she was polite and dealt with our relative stupidity with tact.
there was no show scheduled the following evening so josh walked next door to the atomic cantina and rapped with the bartender. the bartender called the booker and josh lined up a show the next night right next door to burts. we've had really good luck with filling in holes and managing to play a schedule that would make most bands fall apart. its the mantra, 'when out on tour, play play play'. we can rest when we're dead (6 months from now).
the 8-bitches went first and talked a lot of shit at the crowd.cause they were primarily parking their asses. some people finally got up and people came in from off the street after seeing some weirdo chrome people rapping and talking shit. little by little the crowd was won over and a guy was nice enough to buy everyone shots during the set. there is no better way to win over a robot (aside from back rubs and hot lovin) than by buying them drinks. the robots felt good about new mexico and finished the set on an up note.
the mormons went up next and people were into them immediately. patrick wandered the crowd during the set with a garbage can collecting empty bottles and drinks. one guy even tucked a dollar into his elbow pad as a tip for his full service rock efforts. the crowd was nice enough and they bought the mormons a round of drinks while they were playing. now, this is something for LA people to make a point of paying attention to. when you are sweating your ass off playing music for people, its nice when people see the band members as fellow humans with concerns of dehydration....
after the set the mormons went outside and there were two drunk girls and one drunk guy asking them about the mormon religion and being generally shitty to them. joey jokingly told one of the girls that he was going to punch her in the face and the girl flipped out on them. she was swearing and acting like she was going to fight.
they eventually crossed the street and the guy started acting tough and talking shit. vince told him to come back across the street and say something. his loud and drunk girl friends were screaming shit too. it seemed like the guy was going to cross the street to go fight but he didnt realize that anti-log was right behind him pretending to be an interested bystander. things could have gotten really ugly.
turns out the guy didnt want any part of any of it but the drunk girls crossed the street as if to fight. what the fuck??? sometimes alcohol can bring out the worst in people and it was their night for the spinning bottle to stop at them. they yelled and huffed but wound up eventually shutting up and going to their car. the 'tough' guy yelled something out of his window as they peeled out past the club. oooohhhhh..
the final band was a local band called old bean. it was a four piece group that had a mix of rock songs and what could be described as crazy clown music. there were other local musicians in attendance that were nice enough to throw cups of beer in their faces and one punch. it was someones birthday and there were some wildly drunk people there.
the club didnt charge a cover but still paid the bands.. there is something seriously wrong with the clubs in LA. we aren't trying to be bitches or complainers but the music scene in LA is full of shit. bands SHOULD get drinks and bands SHOULD get some pay. fucking gas money at least... we are going to have a talk with John T when we get back......
willie, one of the guitar players/singers of old bean was nice enough to let everyone crash at his house. he just moved in and most of his stuff was in boxes but he had a full blown painting studio set up. it was nice to have a place to sleep and shower. it was also cool cause there was a mental health facility across the street so we got to howl and throw pebbles at the windows to stir up the crazies.
willie wound up sleeping at his girlfriends house so we had the house to ourselves. there was a party going on next door but we were too wiped to go crash it. instead we watched Teen Wolf Too and shot the shit until we went to sleep.
albaquirky day 2
we woke up in willies house and the mormons took off to go out for food. the 8-bitches eventually woke up and thanked willie for his hospitality. what a nice ass guy!!!
we were out of clean clothes so we went and did some laundry and had some greek food. we headed to a coffee shop and caught up on some email bullshit. we found out about some pretty rad offers that are coming through but i dont want to get into details cause i dont wanna jinx shit. if 1/10 of the things we hear came true we wouldn't have to suck dicks to pay rent when we get back. anyway, its some potentially really cool shit and if we get it, i'll let you know about it.
a friend of willies told us he worked at a hotel bar and we could all drink for free. you cant beat that so we headed to the hotel. we got there and it was like the guy didnt remember us from the pervious night. there was an awkward silence and we just said fuck it and left and went to a liquor store.
spacey-k is a fucking trip. he's been feeling run down so he was looking at those naked fruit drinks to look for some relief from over three weeks of straight hard drinking. he saw how much they cost and he said fuck it and bought gin instead. none of us can lie to or fool each other but occasionally we temporarily fool ourselves.
we got to the atomic cantina and their logo is pretty much the same as all of out tattoos. we came in and got drinks and listened to some funny songs on the jukie. we rounded out stories and shot some pool while we were waiting for people to get into the club. eventually people came inside so the 8-bitters got dressed on the street and filed in.
the atomic is pretty cool but it kinda sucks in that the room bands play in is kinda separated from the bar area. people didn't really care about seeing drunk robots so they parked their asses at the bar. we talked A LOT of shit at the crowd and then we went on the offensive.
the only way to take a leak in that bar is by crossing the room that the bands play in. there were a few people checking out the show but everyone that went to the bathroom got assaulted. we were jumping on and grinding on anyone that went by. one girl was real cool about it and she danced with the robots for a bit. she even went and bought a beer for her robot dancing partner...
the mormons came up next and more people filed into the room. who can touch patrick as far as a singer that you can't take your eyes off of?? the only other singer i've ever seen that was remotely similar in sheer magnetism would be john miner?? why isn't john in a band???? anyway, i digress. the mormons played a great show and the crowd was hypnotized by patrick. there were hoots and hollars and the show went well.
there was a third band but we were preoccupied by trying to find a place to crash for the night. there were a couple of offers and finally a really cool girl named deannette. with that being secured, we were able to get fucking trashed....
we ran into the girl that was dancing with us and she was really cool. we invited her to deannettes house but she couldnt go cause she had to be up early. i told her to call in sick but she said she couldnt because she was the owner. turns out she owns NYPD pizza and invited us all to come over for free pizza the next day before we left town. goddamn we have good fortune meeting awesome people!!!!
we rolled out of the club and headed to d's for some more heavy drinking. she poured tequila shots and handed out otter pops. le-frost got loaded and was a dancing machine. robo-t started busting skateboard tricks in the girls front room. she had a pitbull that bit anti-log twice but it was a puppy and no blood was drawn. anti-log was complaining about his leg hurtning again and robo-t told him to quit being a pussy. anti-log shut up and drank more liquor.
the people at the get together were nice and funny. deannette has really cool friends and the drinking kept going and going till people started passing out. eventually everyone spread out and crashed hard. it was another example of a night starting out shitty and ending up really fun.
we had to blast out to make it to the next show in new mexico so we said goodbyes and hit the road. it was a pretty hot and not so exciting drive to albaquerque but we listened to some mike jones remixes that rich kicked us down with in austin and we had a good time rolling through.
we got to town and found the club pretty easily. the ro-bros remembered both clubs from when they were driving through to their west virginia for a funeral in august. the club we were slated to play is called burts tiki lounge. we loaded in and headed over to a pizza place called NYPD a couple of blocks away. the robots ate pizza and wandered around the city a bit.
we got back to the club and got to drinking. the bartender/booker was a cool girl and she set us up with whiskey shots and import beer. we stretched out and asked whatever stupid questions we might have had. she was polite and dealt with our relative stupidity with tact.
there was no show scheduled the following evening so josh walked next door to the atomic cantina and rapped with the bartender. the bartender called the booker and josh lined up a show the next night right next door to burts. we've had really good luck with filling in holes and managing to play a schedule that would make most bands fall apart. its the mantra, 'when out on tour, play play play'. we can rest when we're dead (6 months from now).
the 8-bitches went first and talked a lot of shit at the crowd.cause they were primarily parking their asses. some people finally got up and people came in from off the street after seeing some weirdo chrome people rapping and talking shit. little by little the crowd was won over and a guy was nice enough to buy everyone shots during the set. there is no better way to win over a robot (aside from back rubs and hot lovin) than by buying them drinks. the robots felt good about new mexico and finished the set on an up note.
the mormons went up next and people were into them immediately. patrick wandered the crowd during the set with a garbage can collecting empty bottles and drinks. one guy even tucked a dollar into his elbow pad as a tip for his full service rock efforts. the crowd was nice enough and they bought the mormons a round of drinks while they were playing. now, this is something for LA people to make a point of paying attention to. when you are sweating your ass off playing music for people, its nice when people see the band members as fellow humans with concerns of dehydration....
after the set the mormons went outside and there were two drunk girls and one drunk guy asking them about the mormon religion and being generally shitty to them. joey jokingly told one of the girls that he was going to punch her in the face and the girl flipped out on them. she was swearing and acting like she was going to fight.
they eventually crossed the street and the guy started acting tough and talking shit. vince told him to come back across the street and say something. his loud and drunk girl friends were screaming shit too. it seemed like the guy was going to cross the street to go fight but he didnt realize that anti-log was right behind him pretending to be an interested bystander. things could have gotten really ugly.
turns out the guy didnt want any part of any of it but the drunk girls crossed the street as if to fight. what the fuck??? sometimes alcohol can bring out the worst in people and it was their night for the spinning bottle to stop at them. they yelled and huffed but wound up eventually shutting up and going to their car. the 'tough' guy yelled something out of his window as they peeled out past the club. oooohhhhh..
the final band was a local band called old bean. it was a four piece group that had a mix of rock songs and what could be described as crazy clown music. there were other local musicians in attendance that were nice enough to throw cups of beer in their faces and one punch. it was someones birthday and there were some wildly drunk people there.
the club didnt charge a cover but still paid the bands.. there is something seriously wrong with the clubs in LA. we aren't trying to be bitches or complainers but the music scene in LA is full of shit. bands SHOULD get drinks and bands SHOULD get some pay. fucking gas money at least... we are going to have a talk with John T when we get back......
willie, one of the guitar players/singers of old bean was nice enough to let everyone crash at his house. he just moved in and most of his stuff was in boxes but he had a full blown painting studio set up. it was nice to have a place to sleep and shower. it was also cool cause there was a mental health facility across the street so we got to howl and throw pebbles at the windows to stir up the crazies.
willie wound up sleeping at his girlfriends house so we had the house to ourselves. there was a party going on next door but we were too wiped to go crash it. instead we watched Teen Wolf Too and shot the shit until we went to sleep.
albaquirky day 2
we woke up in willies house and the mormons took off to go out for food. the 8-bitches eventually woke up and thanked willie for his hospitality. what a nice ass guy!!!
we were out of clean clothes so we went and did some laundry and had some greek food. we headed to a coffee shop and caught up on some email bullshit. we found out about some pretty rad offers that are coming through but i dont want to get into details cause i dont wanna jinx shit. if 1/10 of the things we hear came true we wouldn't have to suck dicks to pay rent when we get back. anyway, its some potentially really cool shit and if we get it, i'll let you know about it.
a friend of willies told us he worked at a hotel bar and we could all drink for free. you cant beat that so we headed to the hotel. we got there and it was like the guy didnt remember us from the pervious night. there was an awkward silence and we just said fuck it and left and went to a liquor store.
spacey-k is a fucking trip. he's been feeling run down so he was looking at those naked fruit drinks to look for some relief from over three weeks of straight hard drinking. he saw how much they cost and he said fuck it and bought gin instead. none of us can lie to or fool each other but occasionally we temporarily fool ourselves.
we got to the atomic cantina and their logo is pretty much the same as all of out tattoos. we came in and got drinks and listened to some funny songs on the jukie. we rounded out stories and shot some pool while we were waiting for people to get into the club. eventually people came inside so the 8-bitters got dressed on the street and filed in.
the atomic is pretty cool but it kinda sucks in that the room bands play in is kinda separated from the bar area. people didn't really care about seeing drunk robots so they parked their asses at the bar. we talked A LOT of shit at the crowd and then we went on the offensive.
the only way to take a leak in that bar is by crossing the room that the bands play in. there were a few people checking out the show but everyone that went to the bathroom got assaulted. we were jumping on and grinding on anyone that went by. one girl was real cool about it and she danced with the robots for a bit. she even went and bought a beer for her robot dancing partner...
the mormons came up next and more people filed into the room. who can touch patrick as far as a singer that you can't take your eyes off of?? the only other singer i've ever seen that was remotely similar in sheer magnetism would be john miner?? why isn't john in a band???? anyway, i digress. the mormons played a great show and the crowd was hypnotized by patrick. there were hoots and hollars and the show went well.
there was a third band but we were preoccupied by trying to find a place to crash for the night. there were a couple of offers and finally a really cool girl named deannette. with that being secured, we were able to get fucking trashed....
we ran into the girl that was dancing with us and she was really cool. we invited her to deannettes house but she couldnt go cause she had to be up early. i told her to call in sick but she said she couldnt because she was the owner. turns out she owns NYPD pizza and invited us all to come over for free pizza the next day before we left town. goddamn we have good fortune meeting awesome people!!!!
we rolled out of the club and headed to d's for some more heavy drinking. she poured tequila shots and handed out otter pops. le-frost got loaded and was a dancing machine. robo-t started busting skateboard tricks in the girls front room. she had a pitbull that bit anti-log twice but it was a puppy and no blood was drawn. anti-log was complaining about his leg hurtning again and robo-t told him to quit being a pussy. anti-log shut up and drank more liquor.
the people at the get together were nice and funny. deannette has really cool friends and the drinking kept going and going till people started passing out. eventually everyone spread out and crashed hard. it was another example of a night starting out shitty and ending up really fun.
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