Hey guys, we’re proud to announce the release of our self titled debut album which comes out on the 10th of February 2014 (11th Feb in the US) on Wichita Recordings. Will be available on LP, digipak CD and digital download. We will have different versions of the cover art for each format, including a special jewel case with booklet for our European friends. Come say hi if you live on the continent at one of the upcoming shows with Metz. Dates here: www.cheatahs.net/live
LP cover art:
Tour blog to follow soon x
10:32 am • 6 November 2013 • 6 notes
Our Double A Side “Cut The Grass” / “Kenworth” is out today in all good record shops!
And we’re playing live this week in Cardiff/London/Oxford/London
And tomorrow there will be something new for you via the NME
10:50 am • 14 October 2013 • 1 note
Hey we are going on tour with Metz in November and playing a few special shows before then! Dates and where to get tickets below:
Southsea Festival, Portsmouth
229, London (with Frankie & The Heartstings, Johnny Foreigner etc)
SWN Festival, Cardiff
Sebright Arms, London
Gathering Festival, Oxford
Exit 07, Luxembourg (w/Metz)
Rotonde, Brussels (w/Metz)
Hafenklang, Hamburg (w/Metz)
Beta, Copenhagen (w/Metz)
Debaser Medis, Stockholm (w/Metz)
John Dee, Oslo (w/Metz)
Henriksberg, Gothenburg (w/Metz)
Bi Nuu, Berlin (w/Metz)
Hydrozagadka, Warsaw (w/Metz)
Bezsennosc, Wroclaw (w/Metz)
007 Club, Prague (w/Metz)
Cafe Cairo, Wurzburg (w/Metz)
Le Romandie Club, Lausanne (w/Metz)
Lo Fi Club, Milan (w/Metz)
Marche Gare, Lyon (w/Metz)
La Gaite Lyrique, Paris (w/Metz)
Deaf Institute, Manchester (w/Metz)
Broadcast, Glasgow (w/Metz)
Brudenell Social Club, Leeds (w/Metz)
Start The Bus, Bristol (w/Metz)
The Haunt, Brighton (w/Metz)
Village Underground, London (w/Metz)
12:07 pm • 10 September 2013
summer so far…
WOODS AT G8T ESCAPE
VEGETARIAN TAPAS IN BARCA
DINNER WITH V FALLS AND P COURTS AND FAMILY
BEETROOT GNOCCHI, SO GOOD!
THEE OH SEES!
M B V
SPANK THE MINT
VIDEO SET UPS
IM 30 NOW BIG DEAL!
JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS OUT…
…THEY PULLED ME BACK IN
HOPE YOUR SUMMER HAS BEEN FUN. CAN’T WAIT TO PLAY SOME SHOWS AGAIN AND SHOW YOU WHAT WE’VE BEEN UP TO
3:59 pm • 15 July 2013 • 2 notes
L’ASTRAL WEEKS OF TOUR
NYC. Wakin’ On A Pretty Day. Balcony first listens. Breakfast on the Lower East side then time to split. First time in 4 weeks I won’t be staying with the other guys. Cab to Bushwick and wait to meet up with Jess. Day off. We head to Roberta’s for pizza and drinks at the Tiki Bar. Favorite day of tour yet.
Today we have a session for KEXP in Seattle. Meet at the offices in Midtown. Great session. This studio cut the Shrek soundtrack and Touched By An Angel. Amongst others…Hoppie takes us for a drive to brooklyn to drop off gear. Get to see the Freedom Tower and drive through Chelsea. We hit up Diner for some of the best food yet. No, definitely the best food yet. Highly recommended. Thanks Mark B. Meet the guys and Kim for an interview at another diner then head to Glasslands. Early show but a good one. Sounds good and when it fills up turns out to be a really fun night.
Last proper day in NYC. Raining real bad. We head to MTV studios in times square. Do an interview thing and then get soaked. Head to MoMa but its so busy so we think fuck it lets head to the East Village and get food. Tacos and hot sauce we head next door for 2 4 1 cocktails. Mint Juleps. My new love. Best way to spend a few hours out of the rain. Then to bushwick for our show at Shea Stadium. Run into Eric from Titus A. Been about 4 yrs since I saw him last. Cool venue. Good show but I want to bail. Actually want to go home. Had enough. 4 weeks is enough right? Having Jess there makes it harder. Another 2 weeks to go. Oh man…
Get in the van. Again. After morning goodbyes we head to DC. I tuck into some Friday Night Lights to keep distracted. Nice to be moving again but can’t see the light just yet. Get to DC and record the show. Best sound of tour. We seem to say that after every show. “Steal” FIDARS beers and hang with Kenny. Drive to his late at night and wake his dad up off the couch at 3am. Sorry Dr. Brown. Same street as the Kennedy’s. Where the hell are we?
Wake up in one of the nicest houses’ I’ve ever been to. At Kenny’s parents house just outside DC. Apparently the guy who owns the Redskins lives down the road. No joke. Load up on coffee and dogs and hit the road to Raleigh. Nice drive heading south. Weather is back on our side. Raleigh is cool. Brandon shows off his hat trick, Max tattoos kids. Hoppie is a happy man today. Another really great show, great sound great crowd. On auto pilot again. Late night ping pong with Alex who destroys all who challenge. Back to bed. Back on tour.
Up for morning swim with James and someone operating a jackhammer. Seriously, have not had one swim when there hasn’t been either a bunch of kids shouting, bros splashing or construction crashing. Go under the water. Just enough to cover the ears. Sounds like nothing. Look up. The ceiling is floating. Hold that thought. This silence is amazing. We head to Atlanta. Roll up and need a drink. I’m bar fly for the night. Meet a few locals and the rest trickle in. Get told we are staying at another hippy mansion. Oh man. Just down the way. Unpack and get in. Then are told there is no running water. After we park and un pack. So no showers, no sink. If you need number one go outside, number 2 you gotta use a bucket of rainwater to rinse it down. 16 bedrooms in this house. They have wifi though, just no water. Hmmmmmm.
Worst morning ever. Trying to escape the hippy mansion we get packed and stumble as the gate is pad locked. Look at Marc. Brave soul wanders back into the house. Into a room to ask for a key only to see 5 hippies meditating eyes closed in silence. Maybe not then. Luckily someone is coming in the gate so we can get out. Wanderlust. Head to Nashville. Feeling rough. I go for a walk down Music Avenue. Past our royalty offices. Past old time studios. Feels so removed from my actual musical experience. Clear my head and we head to the venue. Play well but feeling the itch. Stage dive during FIDARS last song. Get dropped after a good stint. That’s my back done. Nachos and bed time. No fucking around.
Up and at ‘em we head to New Orleans. Beautiful drive through Tennessee. The hue’s in the sky mixed with the soft air surrounding the forests give off an ephemeral glow that hugs you and doesn’t want to let go. I feel I could spend some time in Tennessee. Something in the air. Then we head through Alabama. James buys an Ole Miss hat not knowing what it is. Steven explains things later. Long day of driving we finally make it to New Orleans. The one city on this tour i’ve been most excited to see. Check into the haunted Le Pavilion hotel. Top hats and white gloves. Then we head to the Carousel Bar at the Hotel Monteleone. Spinning round slowly with ol’ time jazz and an incredible Mint Julep. Or two. Do four rotations on the carousel and walk down Royal St to Mimi’s. Have an amazing dish of confit artichoke and goat’s cheese croquette with honey and caramalised onion. So, so good. Love this city. Hoppie stops at Verdi Cafe for an All That Jazz po boy. We stroll up to Frenchman st and sway. Then home via bourbon street to see the other side of the city which should be healthily avoided. Bon nuit.
Wake up and have a swim on the roof of the Le Pavilion. Storms coming in. Post some letters and make another stop for breakfast po’ boys. Now I feel sick. Must have been the pecan pie as well. Maybe the hangover. Any how we are back in Texas again. Full circle. Before we heat to the venue in Houston we stop at the Rothko Chapel. A few minutes of peace and quiet. Quite refreshing actually. So calm and focused. Then back to the mayhem. Dean gets a trim while we get tacos. Houston actually turns out to be one of the best shows of tour. Everyone goes for it. Nathan gets covered in drums. We leave with clean laundry. Night drive to San Antonio.
Late checkout. Morning buffet for breakfast and a day drive to Las Cruces. Only 2 more shows left. Lots of Friday night lights on this one. Tim Riggins is my hero. Get to Las Cruces, get some food and have a quiet drink on the veranda. Not long yet, but has been a long day. Texas forever. No regrets
We head to Phoenix early to play an in-store with FIDAR. I’m not a huge fan of in-stores. Always feels really weird, especially when they are in the back parking lot and the mic is shocking you the whole set, but Stinkweeds is an awesome record store and it’s record store day. We watch as Fidlar get the crowd surfing on the concrete floor. Holy shit, be careful you nut bags. Shot gun beers and buy some records. Head to the venue and have one of the best catered meals yet. This venue knows how to treat bands. Even the flamenco band next door gets to use the dressing rooms. Record store day vibes. Possibly my favorite set on the whole tour. The sound is great, the room is packed. I think Phoenix is my new fav place to play. Dean gets on stage with Fidlar to play bass on Cocaine. Then stage dives with Jimmy. Crazy good times. Penultimate show but feels like the last proper one of tour. It’s been crazy good fun.
Last night we had driven a few hrs to beat any Coachella traffic. We get to LA after one last In and Out burger. Get to wichita hq and have a brief moment of chill before we head to play an in-store at Origami. Man, no one told us about playing 10 ft above everyone else! Kind of a bummer but done and dusted. Off for flaming margaritas with Bowan and Rox, get to hang with Cat le Bon and her friends. Fun times. Ben Lee makes my day. Buy a shirt late at night. Take me home and watch the Campaign and fall asleep. The other guys head to El Cid for karaoke. Dean gives an impressive 20th Century Boy while one of the Germs plays in the backing band! James gives a breathtaking version of Pale Blue Eyes, so I’m told…
Last proper day of tour. Wake up late and it’s such nice weather. We head to the Ralphs and get supplies for a day time bbq at Mark’s. Everything works except the corn. Should have taken all the husks off. Proper day of relaxing until we head to the smell. Weird venue as there is no drinking at all so everyone is a little quiet. Play fine and that’s it. Last show in the USA for a while. Been a trip. After the show we all head back to Zak’s house for some proper good bye time. And then home! What a time. Thanks Wavves and Fidlar and Dane and Danny and Mike and most of all Hoppie. You got us around the country more than once without incident. Well, at least without any major incidents. T H A N K S !
until next time america,
x Cheatahs x
3:02 pm • 13 May 2013 • 2 notes
Awesome breakfast at Bongo Rooms. Best service for a while. Good food. Drive to columbus. Feeling it. Straight to venue and soundcheck. Dark and disorganised. Exhausted. N64 upstairs. I still got it. Then back to Marx’ house for old fashioned’s. Or talks about old fashioned’s for me. Marc and Dean hit the bar. Jeremy hits the floor. Hope your hangover isn’t too bad man. Thanks for having us.
Sushi for breakfast we hit Swamp Dogs in Columbus and meet Arty who comes in on his day off and works through his hangover to fix my strat. What a dude. Thanks again man. After some thrifting and another stop at trader joe’s we head to Cleveland. Grog Shop. Tall beers. Cloud Nothings. Crazy kids. Sing alongs. More mayhem. Wavves get a given a very life like painting of them as flowers. Nice touch!
Wake up at Dylan and Jason’s house.T H A N K S A G A I N ! Hoppie spills wax on their couch and I make some of their coffee. S O R R Y A G A I N ! They take us for a real dive diner breakfast. James flirts with the waitress. Wrapped round his finger. British accent every time. Listen to wipers and hit the road to Detroit. Need gas so pull into this small town called Milan. Birthplace of Thomas Edison. So weird. Stuck in time we hit an antiques shop. Collectors heaven. Few finds then up to Detroit to the Magic Stick. Bowling. Pool. Hoppie stage diving. Pizza. Yeah, fun time.
Before heading up to the border we hit Slowes for the “best sandwich in america” It was pretty sloppy and pretty tasty. Check out the Heidelberg Project in the projects. Pretty awesome. Still a work in progress but has been since the 80’s. Wild. Pass the border and back to my homeland. Straight to Tim Hortons and wifi at gas stations. Oh Canada. Drive to Toronto to the Horseshoe. Legendary venue. Total chaos. Fidlar can’t finish last song as the crowd crashed the stage and all their amps. No sound. Settle down you hosers. Hand with Leigh and Tala, friend of mine from first grade. Good night. Head to bar with Fidlar and Metz. Big night. Good to be back albeit briefly.
Eat breakfast just opposite Massey Hall. After coming up with the idea for a “turtle tank” we head to Montreal. Great city. Load up about 5 flights of stairs and sit down for dinner. Ethan sorts us out a great meal and we play well. Another stage diver! Tres bien. The kids go crazy as do the rest of the band. I head back to the hotel with hoppie. Bon nuit.
Man we are hungry. Pace up St Laurent to find a great Quebecois diner. Proper stuff. And that was Canada. Till next time. Will try and make it out west where proper “home” is. Back in the USA. Immigration gives us a hard time. Not for being foreign but for being in a band. What’s your band called? NEVER HEARD OF YOU? When were you born? WHY ARE YOU IN A BAND? Who’s that in the back asleep? DEANER! Thank you officer.
Drive day to New Haven. Big one. Stop off at a casino to change money, no commission, great tip. Then to our friend Chris’ house for a great catch up and lots of fries. Good to see you man. Come visit!
No breakfast and up to White Plains NY. Grumpy. Hungry and grumpy. Well if you’ve seen me hungry then that is basically me at my grumpiest. Off to do a session for Huff Po. Unload the van downstairs. Then told its only a one mic affair. Do you have any food? No? Just one mic? Ok cool. Works out fine and actually pretty fun. Music school vibes. Dean on vibraphone and Marc on woodblock. Bossanova styles. Then we hit the road to Boston, fed and happy again. Dire Straits. Bugle podcast. Sunshine. To Brighton Music Hall. Laundry. Thai food. Great show. Packed. Maybe biggest yet. Or as big as Detroit anyways. Wicked show. Stay at a hippie house. The Whitehaus. Pretty cool. Basement venue. Good vibes. Night night.
Next door to us is a great coffee spot. Name escapes me. Bill’s? Anyways, off we head to Philly. Another gorgeous day but feeling rough. Last night before New York where Jess arrives and we get our own place together. One more night. To Philly and to a rushed radio session. Not feeling great. Real hot and bothered. Head to venue and get some time to chill outside. Hang with Nath W for dinner and get a proper hang in. Our set starts and stops at first song. Bass amp breaks. Recover and get it over with. Quiet crowd for us but another 21 plus. Still sounds fine. Just tired and ready for NYC. Night drive home minus one. Wake up on the Lower East side. Can’t wait for tomorrow.
12:49 pm • 30 April 2013 • 3 notes
After a day of driving from the canyon through monument valley at dusk and Mexican Hat at night we head out early for Denver. Hoppie has coffee to hand in the morning - let’s head to the rockies. They look a little more deserty than the rockies i’m used too. Less green but still ragged and recognizable. The foothills turn to snow peaked turn to snowing. Rest stop snow blinded. Fresh snow in t-shirts. Arrive to Denver early so we eat at the Walnut room. Great food. Then set up my new pedal board at the venue and chill. Meet Danny and talk about guitars. Nice dude. Show is full of bros but good people as well. After some fisticuffs and a sending off (some drunk guy) and good chats with Zak (smile and nod smile and nod) we stay at Brooks and his girlfriends pad. Super nice and amazingly hospitable. Thanks for the late night veggie sausages!
Up early we hit Creme for breakfast to go. Amazing coffee shop. This place loves food and coffee and you can tell. Hand pressed juice and the best granola i’ve ever had we drive to Omaha. Through what may not be the most interesting drives coming from the rockies we head to the Waiting Room. Fugazi. Omaha. Pizza. Craft beer. Crowd surfing. Stage invasions. Photo ops. Young bands. FUN NIGHT
Late night stay in Des Moines makes the drive to Minneapolis a lot easier. This venue was in Purple Rain and is super famous. Tight squeeze this show turns out well and we hang with Kyle downstairs for a while (thanks for having some of us!) and then into absolute mayhem. Studio party. Wake up on a floor. Pick me up please i’ll sleep in the car.
Milwaukee. Oh my god. This venue is set up for disaster. In the main room is Big Sean, the next Twisted (juggalos) a rave downstairs and then our room. The dressing room in this place is scary. In the basement. Hasn’t been touched in 50 years. Definitely haunted. Also, no locks on the door so every now and again a meth head finds his way in to either steal beers or tell us he’s not here to steal anything but loves all types of music. Poor guy. Honestly not the place to spend a raging hangover but the crowd is really up for it and it turns out to be a great night. Seriously, haven’t been on a tour that every night has turned out to be really good. Then off to watch some juggalos. Oh man. It’s like being in a room on Monday night Raw or something. Hundreds of face painted hip hoppers swaying and fighting. Time to go. Hear about a hit and run outside. Police everywhere. Who’s idea was this? WOAH
Wake up at the Hilton. Ok, only reason is that we got a super good deal on priceline. So I stumble downstairs in my swimming trunks looking for the pool. They don’t have one. I don’t have a key card on me. Lady looks suspicious. Tells me I need security to find me at my room. Only reason I didn’t want to knock on the door was to not wake up Hoppie and James. Security shows up. Looks suspicious. Tells me I need the name of the room holder to get up. Sorry Hoppie. Plan backfires. Happy easter sunday. Speak to Jess, so jealous of families in the restaurants. Eat at Cracker Barrel. Keep it down. Drive to Rock Island. Watch Game of Thrones. Pizza. Life ain’t too bad
Daytrotter session for breakfast. Really fun. Do a paired down set which works really well and then we drive to Chicago. Absolutely love this city. It just works. Stroll down Milwaukee in the sun. Play Subterranean and hang on merch. Great night. Awesome people. Then late night fun at Rainbo Room and somehow make it home. Marc drops beer from his jacket (?) Elvis eats shit. Nathan W loses his wallet. Mike M gets cooked spaghetti…
WILL GET NEXT WEEK UP SOON - n x
4:18 pm • 24 April 2013
Oh man the desert is one big trip. I’ve realised I go slightly senile if there aren’t any trees anywhere. I need green. BIG drive to Los Angeles. Couple check stops and rolling into LA with the Mama’s and the Papa’s. Straight to the Echo and soundcheck. Best sound yet. Props to Scott. Dinner with Bowan and the radio then back for our funnest set yet. Catch ups with ol’ friends and grooving to downstairs dub until pulling off car doors and back to Mark and Roxe’s house. When I say house I mean Wichita Wonderland. So many rooms, so many colours…
Veggie fry up and a recollect. Then downtown for some disappointment at electrical stores. Straight to San Diego, one extra in the van and too much coffee. Straight to Walmart. Dear lord. The line for returns is longer than the cash out. Thank you I will have a nice day. San Diego meet Dean’s dad James who is lovely and a surprise visitor from Australia. Dan the man on vacation planned his trip around the show and didn’t have tickets. We took him to dinner and dedicated a song. That is why people make music.
Fresh mangos and foggy heads we head up the 5 to San Fran. Another terrible day for weather, 80 degrees and no clouds. In 10 days I’ve seen more sun than all of last year back home. Lunch at In & Out and a fairly smooth landing. Get to Bottom of the Hill, amazing venue, even more amazing as my sister is there to tell me she got engaged the night before! Another song dedication and proper meet and greets with the soon to be brother in law. Great show all around, Wavves absolutely killed it. Misty eyed goodbyes and off to bed. Blowing up air mattress’ in the street. Said air mattress deflating at 3am. Thank you Walmart.
Up and on the Hwy 1. Finally. Have been looking forward to this since the last time I was here 2 years ago. Probably my favorite part of America so far. Monterey Bay for lunch and a chat with my wife. Emotional food. Then we hit it. This stretch of coast is amazing. I request a stop at Big Sur and complete my tradition of sitting in the stream, beer in hand, feet underwater. Pure bliss save the hippy drum circle. Then to the Henry Miller museum for another tradition, bought a great copy of Cannery Row and got my stamp. Feeling nostalgic about the first time I took this trip with James 9 years ago and the second time with Male Bonding about 1 1/2 years ago. We get to Santa Barbara and play to our first moshing crowd and first crowd surfer! Meet Carla and Ron who take us up to this crazy new build house next door which was based inspired by Gaudi and all hand crafted. It’s sick. Then apple fun with Wavves and hilarity obviously ensues. Good fucking night.
Day off. Drive to Vegas. One long road back in no man’s land. So tired and dazed. Vegas is crazy. I’m sure if I hadn’t been on tour and had money I could have fun there. Actually I’m not so sure. Tropicana Hotel. Dinner on Hoppie. Thanks again you legend. Walking through this insane new build palace of monstrosity seeing destitute and delirious. I bought couple of cool nylon stickers though. And Hoppie won 4 bucks.
Day off number 2. Waking up in hell town we head out to finer pastures. Hoover Dam. I remember seeing a photo of my Grandpa when he did a trip here in the 70’s. This place is crazy. Like 100 people died building this thing and it looks like something from mars. Art deco toilets and straddling time zones. Lots of cement. Pretty awesome. Way better than vegas. Then we drive towards the Grand Canyon. Pass through this insane truck stop where you can buy a burger and shoot a machinegun. Both adverstised in tandem. What a trip. Greasy fries and photo ops we head on towards the massive hole that was made by a river. Views at night not working and a piss down the canyon we head to our lodge, telling stories of bears eating joggers and mountain lions stalking you for days. Sleep tight.
My wedding anniversary. James’ bday. Grand Canyon. Couldn’t be a stranger place to celebrate either of those. After a furiously short conversation with Jess and 10 bucks lighter we head to the big hole. Holy shit, this thing is amazing. Honestly so so crazy and majestic and strange and wonderful. Making the best of the distance from home our eyes are stretched and exercised. The colors and textures. No more words. See below.
6:43 pm • 31 March 2013 • 2 notes
TOUR DIARY 2013 - U S A
After an emotionally exhausting week of getting my indefinite leave to remain sorted out as well as preparing for being away from home for 6 weeks we finally made it to Austin. Via Atlanta which was a surprisingly enjoyable flight (half full, lots of beverage services, no delays) straight to meet Ben at the Gypsy for a swift can then straight to our apartment. Hoppie met us at the airport and we all squeezed into the van. A couple of Bulleit bourbons to send us to bed and up the next morning to play our first show. Cheer up Charlies in the blazing heat and direct sunlight, helped only by technical difficulties and internal insecurities. What a shocker. 5 Margaritas later watching Adolescents and FIDLAR to a vegan cafe for food coma and homesickness. Off to a smashing start.
Up and at ‘em to the Driskill hotel for a complimentary breakfast care of SESAC. A mimosa and an Australian radio interview at the Omni hotel. Then off to play one of two shows for the day. Just before Marnie Stern and to a fairly receptive crowd feelings of relief and encouragement after a fairly strong set. Good feedback and a stroll up the strip for a panini then off to Ruby’s for some backyard BBQ (or corn on the cob) to the Mohawk for a stressy set up and ragged run through. Staring at a bear wearing a chieftans headdress making noise and not giving a fuck. Fun show. Long stroll to a bridge punk show after a few backyard margaritas and reunion with friends. Cab home and satisfied.
Morning read and breakfast at Denny’s. Trying to keep down the food we head to watch True Widow. Best band in Austin although no one seems to care. Hand shakes and we’re off to prepare for our final show. Plenty of time to soundcheck and great vibes at the Club deVille. Play our best show yet and then head off to watch Thee Oh Sees. Best punk band in the world right now. Body shaking to The Bug afterwards and then into drunken madness. Austin is really weird at 4 am trying to get a cab home seeing shadows.
Day off! Jet lag finding its way home we hit the pool. Deep eddy. Chill hangs with Tsouni and Helen. Good food at the Magnolia Cafe and then to a great dive bar called Cabaret. Frozen mugs like Duff beer and chat with locals. Stay away from downtown. Get some rest. No James I don’t know where your sleep mask is. Goodnight.
Drive to Dallas. Can’t stress how happy I am to get to a venue and play a real show, not some assembly line of bands filling their 20 minutes and shoving off to the next one. Not complaining just feels right. Line outside already and first catch up with Wavves and FIDLAR. Nice dudes all round. Good show and a great start to this mammoth tour. Lots of really nice locals, one guy even gave me 20 bucks for gas! Thanks Dallas!
Next show is in Tuscon so we head west, and west, and west….Green disappears and the sun gets bigger. Desert life turns into one long moving picture. Swaying and staying the same. Listening to the new Low record. Heightening the scenery. Pure magic. We stop off in Marfa and Marc is in heaven. Cool town just too pale for me. Sleep in a teepee after finding constellations and playing pool. Excellent day off.
Up and showering in the open. Great coffee and a prada shop. Front seat this time and some good conversation with Hoppie. 9 hrs later after coffee in a hospital we get to Tuscon. Now that was one hell of a drive. Literally in the middle of nowhere. Good set and another friendly crowd. Offered some of my pizza slice to a homeless man. Didn’t want it as I had taken a bite out of it. Fair enough!!! Getting in the swing of things. Getting more impressed by both bands every night. Getting my sea legs.
UNTIL NEXT WEEK
7:55 pm • 21 March 2013 • 1 note