Two shows down! We did Portland and Arcata,CA right and they did the same to us!
We hit PDX on time and ready to go, excited to start off on a sixteen day adventure South. We’ve brought along our friend Elissa Eng to video and document the whole trip which will culminate in an art project and show that will be showcased in Seattle within the year. Please visit her site and like her page to keep up with the news.
We hit The Kenton Club in PDX for Booberama Paloozafest, a three day fest put on by Jonathon Boober, a long time music lover, radio host, and club goer who lived in the neighborhood for four years and hosts the Kenton Street Fair every year. He’s a right good guy, full of thoughts and after thoughts. His band, “Muscle Beach ‘n’ Friends,” would be headlining the night.
A full line-up with an eclectic mix of bands was set to pop off. It began with a DJ setup on a sweet ironing board with Jeckyl ‘n’ Hyde to get the bodies in motion. He was followed up by the sweet and disarming indie rock trio The McCarthy Era, playing their first show ever! The lead singers voice was enough to bring an entire arena to its knees with a powerful, sultry and supple tone. Sadly they have yet to have anything recorded, but this band should not be missed.
The Fur Coats went up next. They’ve got a female saxophonist with some serious lungs and all the reverb they need to be the next Pickwick, or the just themselves. They were fucking great and sent us off with a bunch of Fur Coats swag.
Of course we went on and killed it, cause how could we not. We were looking sexy and feeling powerful. The dudes and the ladies were creaming themselves when we were done. We fucking love Portland so hard of course and don’t hesitate to love on them when we are there.
The owner’s band killed it. They were a fucking grimy psychedelic electronic band that knew how to play with lyrics and get a beat going to make a crowd move. Fuck yes! Mr. Boober took the opportunity to strip down to his skivvies and sing his ass off and leave the show a hot sweaty mess by the end. He gave us everything he had.
We left the Kenton Club feeling magical about tour, though of course magic doesn’t always last long. We left with a little more driving money, a bunch more friends, a couple of phone numbers, and the realization that tour just got real.
Next day we hit up Arcata, CA. Of course we didn’t just hit it up, we had a long ass 9 hour drive through what felt like the dark forest. With approximately 3 hours of sleep a piece, day two was fraught with exhaustion and car sleeping. We knew that the driving on this day might be harry, but dayum.
Car sickness and irritation were ever present. On the plus side, some National Forest Air does smell something like what air at the beginning of time must have smelled like, so fresh and so clean clean.
At 9pm we pulled up to a Best Western to chuck our luggage into the hotel and quickly freshen up. Our load in at The Alibi in Arcata was 10pm, thank the lawd.
We looked fresh and bright eyed because we want to be professional, but there were a few of us wondering exactly how we were gonna make it through a show with such little energy.
What got us through? Our showmanship and the Arcata crowd. This might be one our favorite audiences to date. They danced the fuck out of our songs and then shouted some sweet nothings to us at the end. “1! 2! 3! NighTraiN!”
Girls came up and asked for more songs, people bought us drinks, people were happy to see us. We got to feel like real rock stars even if only in a small town.
We played with one other band called “Pony Kill,” a psychedelic punk band that literally almost melted faces off with their bongos, thick cords, and hard drum beats. The crowd began moshing a few songs in.
We got our taste buds satisfied with some tacos off of a cart behind the bar afterward and were fucking happy that we made it through the show and were about to making it out on the other side of a bed once we got back to the hotel.
In the words of Taryn “hot legs” Dorsey “I got fucked up in Arcata!” And you ladies don’t know how to party!” It was well worth it for her. She lost her burrito in the hotel room, but luckily we found it for her.
Noteworthy: This morning as we packed it up to begin our somewhat shorter drive to the Bay Area, Sel had an encounter with a woman who’s obviously never met a black woman.
Woman: “Ohhh… look at your hair, I always love hair like that. I love when I see really fine braids.”
Sel: Oh well mine are locks.
Woman: “oh I love that, I wish I could do that to my hair like that.”
Sel: “Well all hair locks.”
Woman: “Yeah… well then you got the booties.”
Well that’s two days of tour, can’t wait for more! We are in the car to SF right now and are only an hour away. Goodbye windy fucking roads! Hello even more tacos!
If you want even more detailed information on the tour happenings, check out Nicole’s blog Durtee Lawndree. If there’s other info you want to know about the tour, leave us a comment or message us!