Five hours till Austin! That’s all we have when we wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed on March 13th. This may be the second most excited we’ve been to drive somewhere on tour. The first is the day we left, before we understood what road weariness really meant.
We hit the road around 10. First stop: Gas Station to fill er up!
We hit the bathroom one last time, grab water, coffee, nuts, but forget to grab the gas pump from the tank. As we are driving away a couple of dudes in a black Hyundai honk at us and tell us our cap is open. A young man tatted up from face to toes gets out and screws the cap back on for us, shaking their heads at us in astonishment.
“You forgot to pull the pump out!”
Ohhhh shit! We circle back around to the gas station and check the pump. Everything is fine and we are really ready to go.
The drive seems short, but there’s that bit of worry that we might make it late. We want to check in at the hotel to get our luggage out so it won’t be in the way of our equipment, because we’d done that before and it sucks to have to repack everything after a show.
Luckily when we pull into Austin, the bad traffic is still not as bad as it could be. We check into yet another Best Western a few miles out from downtown a little after 3pm and head back out the door around 3:30.
Our first show is at A Hole in the Wall, in South Austin. We go on at 4:30pm. Everyone is ready to go except for Nicole who is sniffling and coughing like a gassed puppy in a corner. Her cold went from a 3 -10 in the matter of a few hour because of the Southern Air. Unsure if we had to cut songs due to her inability to go more than a minute without coughing, our manager Ann quickly found some medication to help get her through the show.
Sometimes you need to go with a friend!!!
While she’s recovering, fellow Seattleite Shelby Earl is playing a set in the other room. It is sultry, sensuous, and ripe with lyrical depth. It is a beautiful short set before she runs off to another show in another part of town. It helps get us pumped for our set.
As soon as she’s off it’s time for us in the other room. We grab our shit, tune up and play one of our best sets on tour even with Nicole’s sniffles. The few people that were there were stoked for our band and we were excited about their excitement. With that set done, it meant it was time to relax and time to party.
A few minutes later, our friends TacocaT, a fucking awesome party punk band walks in to set up and play a fun set that has the whole crowd dancing. There’s really nothing better than Leotard, a song about not going passed second base. “Because you only wanna go so far!”
A few drinks, tacos, interviews by the s’wonderful Elissa, and a short vintage shopping excursion later, we make our way back to the hotel to refresh ourselves for an evening out on the town.
Nicole stays behind while we head downtown to “The Six” and find ourselves mingling with the crowd and getting drinks.
We have a great night! For more on the night, read Selena’s post on our page!
The next day we are slated to play The Nomad, at 8pm, so before that the band hits up Torchi’s Tacos in order to prepare physically and mentally for the experience.
These are fucking designer tacos.
The Democrat – a shreeded beef barbacoa topped with fresh avocado, queso fresco, cilantro and onions.
Green Chile Pork – Slow-roasted pork carnitas simmered with green chiles and topped with queso-fresco, cilantro, and onions.
I could go on, but you should just check their menu Here. http://torchystacos.com/menu/
Once revitalized, it’s time to head to the show. We get there and Awesome Death, a band from Austin is Double Rainbowing us all while the lead singer plays a Theramin. Who the fuck plays a theramin? It was ridiculous and amazing. The hardest theramin playing dude we’ve ever met. (Okay, maybe the only thermin player we’ve ever met).
Our set once again surpasses every other set we’ve played. We brought people from the outside in. The bartenders loved us, the other bands loved us, we were feeling hot. No, seriously… it was physically so hot in the club that we were sweating like balls about to be kicked. Holy shit.
We stayed for the next band Espantapajaros, a sweet Argentinian band that now lives in Houston. We drank, we danced, we took selfies in the bathroom, helped a girl find her lost baggie of coke and left.
We dropped shit off at the hotel, did our hur, and got ready for another night out in Austin. It was already 11:30 by the time we left, but we didn’t miss Austin, though Nicole “party pooper” Peoples stayed behind to continue recovering from the road cold.
What became apparent about Austin is that it was an international festival of hotness: all the ladies and all the men.
Libido’s were high and some people were feeling dry.
“I want a beer like you want a dick. Baaaad.” Anonymously overheard on a drive somewhere. You’ll have to guess who.
We got the next day off to just chill and hang out around the town. This meant that it was laundry day for NighTraiN. After 7 days on the road, there was a funk coming out of the trunk.
Near the Laundromat, we found some biscuits at Biscuits and Groovy, an outdoor cart with some biscuits that needed to be put out of their misery.
Last day in Austin, meant last night in Austin. Once again Nicole stayed behind but because of homework obligations while the rest of us hit up downtown and ran into bunches of Seattleites like The Grizzled Mighty and TacocaT again, we even ran into Angelo from Fishbone and hung with him for awhile.
Though we are ones for staying out late, we know we’ve got a long drive ahead of us into Amarillo, TX for a show in the morning so we head in. Austin couldn’t have treated us better. There was some good food, good people, nice weather, and great music. We couldn’t have asked for more!
Taryn: “They make em big out here in Texas. There’s something about a man with cowboy boots and a big belt. Yeehaw! “
Rach: Regarding the wind on the road, “We are about to get blown into Oz.”
In reference to going to Red Lobster across from our hotel. “If you want seafood get it in SF, Seattle, on a coast. Don’t you dare eat it in Texas.”
Nicole: “I need a mountain. Can I get a mountain please?”