Apologies to those of you currently looking around for my White Wives video post. It’s momentarily been privatized by request of the others so we can possibly score some extra publicity with it. Me, I’m just stoked with the positive feedback it’s been getting, but it’s pretty humbling knowing that the guys really really enjoy the stuff I contribute while we’re on the road together and that they’d like to give my material more exposure than I could. Perhaps I’m doing something right.
Anyway, we’ll be sure to let every know as soon as it becomes available again. Hope you at least enjoyed the first look, you lucky few. ;)
Just awoke from a pretty rad dream. I was sitting in the stands of the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater that has long since closed in San Antonio. However, it was quite full and for some reason it was hosting Revival Tour.
Before I awoke, Dave King of Flogging Molly was there doing some amazing shit with the crowd and was winning over an incredible audience. He would walk around through the stands and give us high fives and dance/jig with others before he closed up the song and we heard the familiar tambourine intro of “Peggy Sang The Blues” by Frank Turner.
For some reason, I had my guitar in the stands and made my way up from the opposite side if the stage to a microphone set up towards the back. But apparently, it was all part of the plan to begin with. We all played and approached the 2nd verse as Frank beckoned me to an open mic up front next to everybody and had me sing the second verse. Up there with the likes of himself, Dave King, Chuck Ragan, Casey Lee and Jon Gaunt.
What an incredible place to be. There were only a few of my own friends in attendance and I think they were as surprised as I was was to see me up there.
So this hasn’t launched fully just yet, but so far, even in it’s early stages it looks pretty rad. I’ll never cease to be amazed at the influence music can have on some people. White Wives is still so new / up-and-coming and yet, the support has been so great. I’m very happy to be apart of something so fresh. I can’t wait to get back on the road with the boys next month. Cheers to you, the HAPPENERS, who bring this all to light.
Forever through the dark and light.
We had our fights against the world; against each other.
Time has opened my heart, I don’t wanna hold on to that past.
I don’t wanna live in isolation anymore.
There’s nothing left to do, but to kiss that life goodbye.
Going back through my entire iPod library, I’m not so much rediscovering, but rehearing and once again fully appreciating songs that really changed the way I once lived my life. This excerpt is from a song called “I’m From There” by The Bouncing Souls. They’ve always been my absolute favorite band and this song is a prime example of why. It’s on their album Anchors Aweigh which is full of these kind of healing songs. They disguise it well with the upbeat and toe-tapping music, but some of these lyrics are quite sad, and it’s obvious that this was a big healing process for the band members in each of their own personal ways. Anchors is also my favorite Souls album. I feel as though one could overcome any obstacle listening to such a great record. Look it up on YouTube, Spotify, whatever you kids are using these days. I hope you can appreciate it as much as I do.
I don’t know what it is exactly, but ever since I’ve returned home from tour, I’ve been quite the insomniac. It could be that over the passed year, the nocturnal lifestyle is what I’ve come to know and it’s simply taking me longer to adjust back to a normal schedule.
That doesn’t mean I should have to suffer though, right?? Let me elaborate:
Again, the passed few nights have been quite sleepless, especially this evening. I couldn’t fall asleep for the life of me. So what’d I do? I took to trying to progress and possibly finish the video I had been working on from tour. I went through all the footage I had and patiently waited in between adding each piece I wanted in a good place. Turns out, I had enough footage to complete the entire song and since I still wasn’t tired, I finished it.
Finished. As in, I was happy with the footage, the breaks, the editing. Happy with the video.
Fear not (for now), I haven’t lost all of that progress per se, but for whatever reason, I chose to close the app and check on another video via my photos folder to see if it could be worthwhile to place in the video. I decided against it and went to open the movie app again.
The app opens now, but it just sits on the opening screen for a good 20 seconds before force closing and returning to my home screen. I don’t know what to do and the fact that it’s deciding to do this now, with the finished product within my grasp is infuriating. Who knows what’ll happen. I’ve even gone as far as deleting extra video clips off of the phone in an attempt to see if it just needed some more data to run off of, though still the same - a lifeless app that may open and present me with my hard work once again so I can post it, or never open again and file it as a gigantic waste of my time.
The ultimate irony is that now, since it’s doing this and upsetting me so much, I’m quite exhausted and could probably fall asleep instantly. Again, I don’t deserve such treatment. I’m going to simply turn off the phone and hope for the best when I awake and boot it back up. Keep your fingers crossed for me, I’d like you to see this video…
I’ve had some download codes for a few albums from vinyls I’ve purchased but already had in mp3 format. If anyone’s interested in these. Just let me know and shoot me an e-mail address to send the codes to.
For the most part, I think the ones marked are still redeemable. Just let me know which one[s] you want.
I think future tours with White Wives are still up in the air depending on what we can get confirmed, but it sounds like I may be able to go on a November tour.
This is for the PGH/surrounding areas kids.
If any of you are possibly driving down to FEST this year in Gainesville, I will be in attendance. If it’s possible for any of you to hook me up with a ride back to PGH after FEST is over, it would be MOST appreciated. A lot of you have gotten in touch with me since the start of this tour and you’ve all been most rad and super supportive. Send me more responses/e-mail’s if you can hook me up! Know though that nothing’s set in stone though, it may not even happen, but just in case. ;)
So, Canada was certainly a ruckus for us here at White Wives Inc. If you recall, our last show in the states was in Madison, WI. The next day, we had managed to throw together a secret show in downtown Toronto with our good buddy, Chris Cresswell of The Flatliners. The only major obstacle of this whole ordeal was the intense 14-hour overnight drive to Toronto. After the Madison show, we all took a ride back to Chachi’s for a few quick showers and to pick up our bags. After we bid farewell to them, Chris Head took the wheel in the van and proceeded to drive a good 8 hours to Detroit while the rest of us got some shut eye. Upon almost reaching Detroit, Stowe had taken over to relieve Head as some of us were starting to awaken to the sun coming up. After a quick pit stop at a gas station, 2 swapped out for the remainder of the drive. About 1.5 hours later, we reached the Canadian border where we were greeted by the grumpiest border patrol worker of all time. After asking all of the usual BP questions in the most demeaning ways, we finally went through to the customs building and waited to be confirmed on all of our paper work a few minutes longer. After about 10 more minutes, we were released and free to enter the great Toronto, Ontario, Canada!
After all of the flawless driving on Team Chris’ part, we made excellent time on arriving into Toronto. Mr. Cresswell would not be available until after 5:00 so we decided to go visit him at Sneaky Dee’s for some lunch and talk about the rest of the day’s plans. We were greeted at Dee’s by Chris, Wade of Alexisonfire and Billy of Silverstein. After a great lunch, we decided to meet back up at Dee’s to scoop up Chris once he was off work. In the meantime, we took a trip a little further downtown to check out music shops and thrift stores. It wasn’t too long before we were back at Sneaky’s and making our way across town to Studio BLR (that night’s venue) with Cresswell on board.
Upon our arrival, there was apparently some minor drama happening with our promoter, being the owner of the room, and some “tenants” of rooms upstairs. The promoter was trying to keep them out of the building because they turned out to be a couple of junkie squatters. Throughout the night, she had lots of trouble trying to keep them out but eventually she was quite successful and managed to host the show with great hospitality.
Rob Moir kicked things off with a great acoustic set followed quickly by Captain Cresswell. I managed to get lots of footage of Chris’ set which included some rad acoustic renditions of Flats jams. There weren’t ever any other problems outside the crazy junkies that only made one last appearance before the show actually started. A girl sneaked her way in trying to mess with some stuff behind the stage before being found by the promoter and escorted out by her hair. Her guy friend then yelled at Chris for not letting them in and we momentarily locked the door on them to which he responded with slamming his head against the brick building and knocking himself out. Stay off drugs, kids. Unless you want me to laugh at you.
Our set that night went great. All of our new Canadian friends smothered us with praise throughout the show and after. After the show I had the privilege of meeting Ms. Talli Osbourne. Those of you may know her by the NOFX song dedicated to her titled, “She’s Nubs”. She’s most definitely a most radical woman. We chatted about the local Toronto happenings and she told me about the crazy neighborhood life surrounding us. Then, once we were all loaded out and ready to go, we set off to a house of one of the show goers. Some of us spent a lot of time watching Trailer Park Boys on a projector in one room, others slept downstairs in the basement and the remaining slept in the van.
The next day, our first official Canadian show was again in downtown Toronto at a place called Horseshoe Tavern. We spent the early part of the afternoon at the house showering and catching up on e-mails since wi-fi was finally available. I found out that our show that evening would be a late one so I started looking up movie set locations from the Scott Pilgrim movie and found that there were a lot of them located around the area we’d be tonight. Once we were ready to go, we managed to score a nice parking spot next to the venue and first set off to attempt to find food. First, we checked in with the Horseshoe Tavern staff and again across the street at the music shop where we left Roger’s amp for some repairs. In our attempt to find some tasty poutine, we also managed to find some sorta news reporter and her cameraman on the sidewalk. She was topless. I’d be more surprised if I hadn’t experienced such things in Canada before. Canada’s sexy.
2, Cantu and myself finally ran into a KFC/Taco Bell chain and decided to just settle with that. KFC had poutine, so all was well in my world. It was delicious. The end.
After our quick lunch, 2 walked off back to the van as Cantu and I made our way across the street to a coffee shop called Second Cup which was also a Scott Pilgrim set. I always find running into movie sets to be a rad experience. Don’t know why exactly, it’s just cool to see those places first hand. After using some of their wi-fi, we also went back to the van where we found that it was finally time to load in. After doing so, we did a quick sound check and afterward we still had a few hours to kill, so Cantu joined me in a good 2+ mile walk through Chinatown to find more movie sets. The maps turned out to be a little longer routed than expected however, but we made it to an amazing record store called Sonic Boom. It was the only other movie set we found, but the store itself was great. So many CDs on the top floor, then an entire downstairs room full of vinyl records. After touring around a bit more, we decided it best to start making our way back to the venue. Good thing too since the walk back seemed to be taking even longer and our set time was quickly approaching. We managed to make it back though with plenty of time to spare. The inside was a little quiet, most of the patrons had made their way to a lounge area just behind the floor standing area. This made for a lighter crowd during our set, but again we still got a great response from the lovely folks of Toronto.
That night, midnight, struck the hour of my 24th birthday so it was time to get a little crazy. I wondered around the venue looking for my bandmates and found good ole Stowe. I told him I was getting shots and he along with Roger and Tyler all joined me with a few other Horseshoe patrons and toasted a few shots of Jameson together. After a few more drinks I had just ordered up another Guinness when I was told that we were about ready to leave and needed to get back to the van. Needless to say this meant to me that I had to down my delicious Guinness which made for a very silly Josh on the ride to our not so Super 8 hotel for the night. Our room was really tiny this time and we barely fit in there as a group having to move furniture around and such. After a few lame episodes of Worst Case Scenario with Bear Grylls we crashed out.
The next day we were to play in Ottawa, my official birthday show. Our venue for the night was called Maverick’s and it was a nice place. The only downfall to the location was the the walkway we had to go back and forth from during load in which was filled with crackheads and sketchy people. They all kept their distance though and we weren’t bothered by any of them all night. Most of this night was spent inside the venue to avoid such encounters. The show and our set went so great. 2 made my birthday announcement and everyone really started vibing off of it and the crowd loved it. Another wrecked stage later and the drinks started pouring in. There was nothing I could do to stop them. I didn’t even know some of these kids but Canadians are quite friendly. Soon after, Stowe found me and commenced Jameson shots and double beers. Before I knew it, I was quite drunk. Can’t say I remember much after the show and piling into the van. Such is a birthday in Canada as I’ve experienced before.
I awoke the next day in a bed next to Roger in a gigantic house. Upon waking up, everyone asked how I was and laughed at my loopy demeanor as expected. I found out later that we were in Liam from the Cancer Bat’s house. They weren’t present but I found the members of La Dispute also scattered about the floors of other rooms. After recovering all of my things, we piled into the van yet again to make a nice long drive to Quebec City. Being in Quebec is always a bit difficult since everyone speaks French moreso than other provinces. But it’s a great place nonetheless. Our show this night would be our last with Touche Amore. Ottawa marked our last show with Balance & Composure. These dates in the back of my mind though great, have also been a bit of a bummer. Though only because that means it’s almost time to go home. It’s always nice going home from touring but it never lasts long and I crave the open road almost immediately. We have been discussing future tours though and it sounds as though I may be able to reunite with White Wives possibly in November if we can get some confirmations. Everything’s just difficult to plan around with Anti-Flag also touring. Our venue this evening was called Cafe L’Agitee. Another small but welcoming venue. Again, with everything being in French around us, I found it easier to just stay at the venue and catch up on the Internet and promote upcoming shows. It wasn’t long before we once again piled all of our thousands of pieces of equipment up on the stage and rocked a few more Canadian faces. The response in Canada has been great and everyone has been super friendly. I even came across kids at this show that remembered me from Fake Problems tours which was rad. That night, we were graciously set up at a couple’s house. Their names were Mark and Emilie. Super super nice folks and their home was more than accommodating to a bunch of dirty rock n rollers. We stayed up a bit late and attempted to learn more French from Emilie before we all crashed out to prep for out last show in Montreal the following day.
Finally, the sun rose to mark our last day in Canada. Emilie was busy getting ready for her work day and we soon made our way out so she could get going. We picked up our friend Greg who also performed last night and set a course to Montreal. After a quick stop at Tim Horton’s for breakfast and a manic run back to Emilie’s to find 2’s phone that he had left on the hood of the van before take-off (we found it at the gas station we visited amazingly in working order) we were finally Montreal-bound. The drive took about 2.5 hours but Montreal welcomed us with open arms and a bustling population. Our show was at Divan Orange which was a delight for me. This time 2 years ago, I had the privilege of seeing Frank Turner perform there on an off day we had during a Fake Problems summer tour. That show also marked my birthday, so it was quite the coincidence to be back around the same place/same time. We found out that we would be playing close to midnight that night which somewhat put a flaw in our plan to cross the border that night to drive to Albany. After much debate and a dinner of poutine with our new friends, Frederique, Lauren, Arno and co, we decided it best to stay the night with Frederique. That night, we spent awhile in the basement area of the venue to practice our acoustic set for our press day in New York once tour ends. When it was time to play, we raged extra hard for our last Canadian escapade! The crowd cheered wildly and sang along extra loud to songs they knew. All in all, a fantastic way to end the Canadian journey.
After the show, it had started to rain suddenly so we rushed everything out to the trailer as to not get everything soaked. Afterwards, we were done for the night and guided back to Frederique’s place for the night. The location was great with a balcony and roof access looking over the street to the bar hoppers on the other side. We drank and jammed tunes before soon pulling out the acoustic guitars and throwing down some intense sing-a-longs. Mostly Chuck Ragan and Tim Barry tunes. It wasn’t too long before all of the day’s happenings caught up with me and I found myself super tired. After bidding farewell to a few folks, I went to crash on my couch for the night.
That pretty much sums up the entire Canadian experience with White Wives. I had a blast! Going to Canada is always super fun and you meet some very colorful people. All I have to do now is score some French Rosetta Stone or something so I can speak with the people hear without needing a translator.
Thanks to all of those that accompanied us and let us stay at their houses! It means a TON to us and helps us out tremendously! We’ll see you next time, eh?!
Currently sitting in tonight’s venue in Quebec City trying to catch up on all of our recent happenings for my crazed readers. :p
So, I left you guys in Grand Rapids it seems and I have lots to remember. Being quite drunk last night on my birthday is making this difficult so I’ve decided to attempt to save the entire Canadian escapade for when we get back to the states.
Back to last Thursday. I awoke to the sounds of Cantu and Ty gettin down hard on some Mortal Kombat. As the rest of the guys showered and got ready, I helped Stowe attempt to update his iPhone. Once we were all updated, clean and ready to go, we set sail once again off to the mysterious land of DeKalb, IL. We had a good 4 hour drive ahead of us today so most of my time was spent listening to the iPod to avoid the continuous playing of Gold Cobra. Upon our arrival, we piled our stuff into our venue for the night, House Cafe. The staff there were very friendly and the venue itself was very very rad. Lots of local art was posted along the walls, there was a bookshelf full of great reads and a lounge area with couches and lounge chairs. After loading, I decided to go for a quick walk around the area to see what I could find. Across the street was a cool thrift store filled with tons of old clothes, games, CDs, movies. I went through the CDs which was filled with just a bunch of old 90’s records and found blink-182’s Enema of the State record which I bought again since somehow it’s disappeared from my iTunes. Walking around the block there wasn’t much else to see so I went back to the Cafe to order up some food before the show. Unaware the rest of the guys were taking off to find food elsewhere, I had already ordered and so I stayed behind and lounged with a few patrons.
Later, we played a super rad set to a great crowd! The kids there were very responsive and took a liking to us. The shows so far have steadily been getting better and better. Balance & Composure and Touche Amore killed it soon after and once we loaded out, we decided to make the night drive to Des Moines, IA to avoid the oncoming storm from Chicago. We ran into a bit of rain and lots of lightning storms but made it safely to our hotel for the night.
The next day was a nice and hot one! Our show was at a place called Vaudeville Mews. Upon our arrival, we took in some sun and loaded into the venue and bombarded their tiny stage with all of our gear. We then went across the street to a pizza place to get some lunch. Before we knew it, it was time to play. It was a very early show, but we got through it with yet another great crowd. I spent the rest of the show at the next door coffee shop. I believe it was called Java Joe’s. It was a great place! Everything they had was homemade and I gave myself a hearty dessert of strawberry cheesecake and a cookie. I lounged inside with a few kids from the show and kept going back to the counter to order up more great treats including a strawberry tea (I love strawberries) and later, 2 joined me and I ordered a strawberry smoothie. All in all, the day was great and filled with delicious deliciousness. Once again, we decided to make the night drive to Minneapolis since the show ended so early. The next day we were playing at the Triple Rock which was conveniently located close to the Mall of America! So we set a course to an airport hotel nearby and drove off into the night.
Day 7! We awoke in our swanky (not really) hotel and recovered after a long night of terrible Jimmy Fallon jokes and kids beating the shit outta themselves with razorblades (some weird other country) on the television. Rog had been awake for sometime and already made a trip to the Mall of America. Once we were all ready to go, we drove altogether to spend a few hours getting lost in there. A few statistics for MOA include 4 stories, 520+ stores and over 7 million square feet. It’s so big, they have enough room to fit their Nickelodeon theme park complete with roller coasters and water rides right in the middle. Most of the stores were all quite expensive but I managed to find an f.y.e. store which blew my mind. All of those stores down in TX have closed and I haven’t visited one in ages it seems. Working there was my favorite job and it still holds sentimental value to me because of all the great people I worked with. Once we had finished up, we were off to the Triple Rock! The club itself was great. The room was rad and so was the staff. We loaded in and did our sound check which sounded great and then lounged in the green room before show time.
The show was awesome. The sound was great and afterward, I played a bit of their Sunset Riders arcade and then joined Rog and Stowe at the bar to cash in our drink/food tickets. A few drinks and a delicious Triple Rock burger later and it was soon time to pack up everything and prep for the drive to Madison, WI. The show was another early one which again fueled the idea to make the drive. That night, we were set up at a friend of the band’s, Chachi’s apartment. We were welcomed with open arms, drinks and muffins. We stayed up awhile catching up with Chachi and taking turns in the epic massage chair before turning in for the night.
Finally Day 8, we awoke to a very lovely morning in Madison. Our show that night was at a tiny tiny venue called Project Lodge. Before heading over, we stopped at a great diner called Monty’s Blue Plate. 2 indulged himself in a PB&J shake and the rest of us ordered burgers, omelets and sandwiches. Lunch was fantastic and it was soon time to race over to the Lodge. We packed onto the tiny stage and proceeded to rock out in front of a bunch of sardines. Seriously, this place was TINY! The crowd was great and really fueled the fire that night. I proceeded to beat my trumpet on drums and the stage and could tell it’s getting weaker. The road’s been rough to the loyal horn but it’s got soul and I’ll keep giving it the air it needs. Once again, Balance & Composure and Touche Amore wrecked the house and we bid farewell to them after the show as we would separating for a day before our last shows together in Canada.
The tour experience thus far has been so great. The responses from the crowds during the show, after the show and in the Interwebs the days after have been very supportive and I couldn’t thank any of you enough for making life just peachy. As a unit, White Wives have great chemistry on and off the stage and the ride has been a fun experience and I’m eternally grateful to be apart of it.
So that’s all for now, our Quebec show is about to start and the next entry will cover all of the Canadian shenanigans including birthdays, getting hit by cars, crackheads, and poutine.