We’re headed to California again! This time just for a couple days. Here are the dates:
July 19: Los Angeles @Hotel Cafe 11pm
July 20: Costa Mesa @La Cave
July 21: TBA
If anyone can help us out with a show on the 21st that would be much appreciated!
Here are some other shows we have coming up to keep your eye out for.
August 3: Rexburg, ID @Sammy’s
August 4: Boise, ID @Neurolux
September 8: Logan, UT - Aggie Fest
September 15: Salt Lake, UT - Downtown Farmer’s Market (11am)
September 21: Rexburg, ID - Bees Knees Fest
See you soon!
We wrote some tour diaries for City Weekly while on our recent west coast tour. Follow the link to get the scoop!
Tour is Over:
We have been a little lazy on the blogs and for that we apologize. (Not that anyone reads these things anyway). It’s good to be back though! We still have one more show, but it’s in Salt Lake, so we get to sleep in our own beds for the next couple of nights.
Touring is humbling. The same could be said for traveling in general. It reminds you just how small of a person you are in the vast world, or, if pertinent, how small of a band you are. We have definitely been blessed with success though. We had a great time, made new friends, reconnected with old ones, and managed to make a few bucks on the way!
We played at a tiny bar in Portland called Valentines. Alex decided not to use his keyboard cause it’s so huge, and we played a little quieter than normal. It turned out better than expected. The next night in Seattle was somewhat of a homecoming for Alex since he grew up there. We got there with a few hours to spare, so we found a place to park and explored the city. It really is as beautiful as they say up in the pacific northwest. We had a great turnout that night and sold a lot of merch, mostly thanks to Alex’s friends.
In Boise we weren’t expecting much. It was a Tuesday night, and we had booked the show last minute when we realized that we had an extra day. Turns out, nobody sleeps in Boise, cause we didn’t play until about midnight but the crowd was crazy! The last band played for about an hour and didn’t end until close to 2:00 am. By then the crowd had definitely diminished in size, but seemed just as rowdy. Those kinds of shows are always bittersweet though, because we played a great show, and the crowd seemed to have a great time, but most people were probably too drunk to remember it the next day.
Rexburg was great as usual. We are constantly impressed by the kindness of people in that little college town. We played at Sammy’s, a burger restaurant with a music venue attached to it. Shows are always free and the turnout is usually good. Many bands from Provo play there frequently and complain of loud crowds who talk the whole time. We haven’t experienced that in Rexburg, at least not more than any other city. We made many new friends as usual and stayed with the Dixons, one of the nicest couples on the planet. Hopefully we can make it back there soon! xoxo
Day 3: Scottsdale AZ
Guess what? This city was really hot, and there was nothing that we could do about it. Well… nothing legal anyway. We came across what appeared to be a large river, which later turned out to be a reservoir, but all the signs said that it was illegal to even wade into the water. Looking back, it makes actually makes a lot of sense, but it was hot and we were done living by The Man’s arbitrary laws. We stood over the edge of water—marked by a large concrete divider—when Alex (keyboard/guitar) dove in. After that, we all took several short dips. We were feeling good; we were cool outlaws.
As for the event of the night, there are a lot of things that can make a show great: a fun crowd, playing tight, being in a cool city, merch sales, super babes—the list goes on and on. However, the reason tonight’s show was so great is one of the most enjoyable; tonight we played with really amazing bands. When you play with amazing bands it reminds you of why you are even playing music at all. We have been spending hours in a van, loading and unloading gear, and eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches out of a cooler. But when you see a band that literally brings tears to your eyes you remember that one amazing set—hell, one amazing song—can remind you of how and why music became so important to you in the first place.
There’s no reason to gush about every band from the show, even though it’s possible, but I will just say that Run Boy Run opened the show, and the set the bar at an impossible level. They were fun, tight, happy, beautiful, nice, grateful, and clearly fans of the music that they made. They were everything a band should be in every way possible. We couldn’t thank them enough for playing, but really we were thanking them for reminding us of what it feels like to hear amazing live music. Hopefully, we have made people feel the way they made us feel—that should be the most important thing to any singer, songwriter, musician, or performer.
A lot can happen on a tour, and there is still a lot that may, or may not, happen on ours. Maybe we’ll get signed to Def Jam, and put out an awesome crossover album, or maybe we’ll get into an argument and we’ll kill each other. The point is that it doesn’t matter tonight. Our band isn’t what matters right now; what matters is that we know there are bands making music so wonderful that it inspired us. Maybe we can do the same thing, but we will all sleep a lot better tonight knowing that there are at least a few bands nearby who are and heartfelt, honest, and important to us.
Day 2: Flagstaff
Not only did we get to see the Grand Canyon, but we also filled out the lineup to our band! Bass player Mike Dixon was in New York the day we left for tour, so he had to fly out to Arizona in order to meet us before the first show. It was a weird thing to do, but we picked him up at the train depot where his shuttle dropped him off, and had a short, cute reunion.
Arriving in Flagstaff AZ was a nice surprise. People riding bikes, small shops, and a SUPER loud train—what more could anyone want out of a city surrounded by a forest? We spent the afternoon walking around the downtown area, and every person we passed smiled and yelled “hey!” It was awesome.
We played in a clothing boutique and drinkery called Sundara, and planned on an acoustic set—coffee shops and the like usually don’t warrant very loud sets, which we are more than capable of creating. As the other bands started arriving, Ben from Them Savages, the band who set up the show, said that we should definitely play loud. We had previously played a show together in St. George, so they knew what to expect, and we agreed.
We were fourth out of five, so we had plenty of time to watch the show, and talk to the locals. Highlights include a man painting a portrait of each singer as they played (except for us. WHAT?), a dog that licked every person in the room at least twice, a dude with sideburns so amazing that we all wanted to know the details of his life, and of course, the nicest people you could ever hope to be around.
We started setting up our gear, still not knowing what to expect. Even though we plugged in all our gear and were setup to play loud, we were still trying to hold it back a little just in case we got too harsh for the room. After our first song it was clear that the crowd, which was more than a decent size, wanted us to give it all we had. It was probably the greatest compliment they could have given us. They danced their hearts out, and we played until our fingers literally bled—even playing a short encore at their behest. They were jumping around, doing conga lines, square dancing, and even running around in a circle pit (after Mike Dixon told them they should). Seriously, it was a blast.
Afterward, we crashed on the floor of Ben’s room (he was nice enough to stay on the couch while all five of us got his room). It was a snuggly way to end a great day.
Day one: The Universe Wants us to Tour
There is something that every band looks for when their tours start, whether they are aware of it or not—everyone wants a good omen. As for us, there is no better way to start a series of shows than under dim light of a solar eclipse. Only two hours South of home and we found ourselves driving down a dirt road next to the highway, looking for any place to park our van.
That morning we were meticulously packing the van, going over our checklists, and making sure that everything was packed as perfectly as could be. No matter how much you check, and re-check, something will always be forgotten. So far, it seems like we have all of our gear. The irony was that, as we stood under our positive sign from the universe, we had not packed anything that would allow us to look directly at it. Luckily we stacked up four pairs of sunglasses and passed them around; we even took some pictures through the layers of lenses.
Though we were on the road today, we didn’t have a show on this first night. We took a break in St. George to sneak into a hot tub, and then made ourselves dinner with the food we packed in our cooler. If there is a better way to start out a tour, I would love to hear it.
We were recently interviewed by City Weekly for our new album. Here is the result!