Gutterpunks are hypocritical and lame Pt. 1

Alright, we started off the tour in Asheville, NC, where we played at a local "community resource center." The show was set up by a friend of ours who lives there now. After hanging out at his house for a while and being amazed by his old-school oven with terms such as "infinite heat" by the knobs and buttons, he took us to the center and then to grab a bite. The restaurant was vegetarian and was infinitely better than that tasteless place everyone loves that goes by the name of The Grit. Also, the wait-staff was nice and the food came out in a matter of minutes. Anyway, it was great and I was fulfilled.

When we showed up at the center, it was decided that we would play last and that the two local bands would play before us. We didn't really want to do that, because the best spot for an out of town act is in the middle, but what are you gonna do? It probably wouldn't have mattered anyway. The first band plays and is surprisingly engaging. They had a drummer, guitar player, a dude playing trumpet and a guy on laptop. Pretty cool. The second band was really crazy and loud. Cool, but not really my bag. The girl "singer" was quite hilarious, however. She was singing through a processor that made her voice sound really deep and fucked up. Did I forget to mention that she was wearing some kind of Mexican wrestling style get-up? Well, she was, mask and all. Strobe lights and a red police light were also involved in the show.

Anyway, the second band played to a full house of all their friends rocking out and what-not. We started to play just a little while later to about 5-6 people. Everybody else was outside. I will admit that it was pretty fucking hot in there, but come on. It's a "suggested donation" show and you kids claim to be all inclusive when you're really not. Anyway, the people that stuck around really liked us and talked to us after the show for a while. Josiah always seemed to bust his finger on the drums at just about every show, by the way. After every show, we noticed more and more blood smeared on his drum heads... After we had packed up our shit, drank a little and what-not, we hit the road for NYC, which will go down as one of the worst drives in history.

More on the way...