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Friday, July 20, 2007
  the french revolution

(this post is being posted by big brah, not cocaine bref..sorry for the mislead..deal with it....)

there were rules made for this adventure and now, due to to the circumstances of last night leading into this morning, there are more rules. allow me to explain, but first allow me to recap a few of the events as it's now day three.
the beginning....what a beginning. day one was maybe the most productive day of the france and co.'s life. we woke up in athens at 7AM and headed to an atlanta marta station to pick up one sean allen rawls. mission accomplished. from there we head straight to marietta where we meet up with jason bergeron and ian cone to begin the shooting of a video for "that don't work that well". several successful hours of video making later and several hideous taco bell tacos* later we head to club bergeron where the france jam another practice, now they got it tight. time to navigate our way to the baby shower of some dear friends. got there and celebrated...got there and decorated some clothes for the baby's future. it was a real good time and i met some good people but now it was time to get to the meat of the evening, the france show. we head back into atlanta to the unicorn. the show goes off without a hitch. DJ swear he's never felt more alive on stage than when we are all up there whipping the shit out of "whalebone"....i felt it too. a good show...a chaotic and an uncontrollable sound swirl but it works and the show is fucking awesome. the after show festivities are serious and most of us don't have to work to hard at having a good time. we get home late as all hell and wait a minute, there's more loosening it up at the chardonnay cool down. super late gets even later and we finally get to bed...only to make sure we wake we up three hours later...for the third night in a row. uuugghh. the day is done. we got through all of it.
day two begins in ominous fashion. for a brief minute i contemplate staying at ice's place and taking a grey hound a day or two later to new york to meet them somewhere i am so tired. the sand in my eye balls is grainy. but i get up. we all get up. crog shows up looking wild and some people are reconsidering there faith in crog, not me. i knew he'd show up. i believed the whole time. so back to the ominous. i follow sean in the order of bathroom use. i got something i gotta take care of. i will blame this on ice's toilet and not on the excessive amount of shit that i leave in the toilet but the thing stops flushing at a bad time. oooh. bad news, so bad i need jeff to come in and give me a hand plunging it.....not good...he delivers though and mere moments later the toilet is flushing "normally". ice, that thing sucks, sorry dude....i know it's a no harsh zone. back in the van. more work to be done. gotta pick up another one of our boys along some road somewhere. robbie beers welcome to the fold. get in. we're going to wilmington. this town is welcoming us. we can feel it. the lady who sets up show is the first person we meet and she is cool, but it's yet to be seen just how cool she is gonna prove herself to be. dj convinces robbie to drive the late stretch up to durham after the show. the man wants to take advantage of these dollar brews. every body wants to take advantage of the dollar brews. the show isn't quite acoustic but it isn't quite loud either. not a bad thing. a good thing. gotta adapt to the situation. some more dollar brews and now me and dj are acting as a music stand for a cellist from the first band playing "yesterday". literally. she refers to us as the most handsome music stands she's ever used and dj and i embrace, knowing we are fine gentlemen. okay, here's where the deal starts to get sketchy. robbie is driving tonight cuz DJ wants a few of these dollar beers. we gotta head to durham cuz we have an 11 hour drive ahead of us...serious length. we drink up a few more of those dollar brews before we go, some of us drink up a few more and we file back into the van at 1AM for the drive to crew's house. after an extensive discussion on the simpson's movie and why they never asked the france if they could use the idea of PRESIDENT SCHWARTZENEGGER for the movie (i smell a lawsuit), we decide we have to listen to the dear president schwartzenegger ep. still got it. feel the magic. mushroom trip flashbacks. two and a half hours later we are in durham where we will find our usual three hours of sleep.
once again the wake up call is 8AM and this one feels particularly bad because i wake up to the voices of the boys trying to figure just how it happened that we left an amp and several pedals at the club. this means only one thing. we're going back. we weigh out our options and there is no way around it, we gotta go back...two and a half hours..the exact way that we came the night before....giving us an astounding 13 hours in the van today...no, it can't be...the mood is momentarily dark. but there is good news on the way. crew's has managed to track down the show booker and she has our stuff and has volunteered to meet us along the highway to give it to us. what an act of goodness. this will save us two hours. these are two big hours....these hours will allow us to eat lunch now as originally we were maybe not even gonna be able to make the show before 10PM,...this was without stopping once. order has been restored....the new rules have been implemented and someone has reportedly jacked off during the brief stop over at south of the border yesterday. good times again. we are headed north. fuck yeah.....the france is already down a bass amp, an i phone (toilet drop), and nearly this amp. i have experienced this same type of thing on a still flyin' tour but this is getting weird. so we do it. we done dude it. we show up to the show in brooklyn and we are even on time....sort of. tons of friends here at the show. it's a serious reunion. there's hanging out and catching up to be done. i finally meet rippy and i steal his i-pod but he exacts revenge by stealing my camera and i-pod. trump posse. fuck. there is a thief in the midst. the losses are soaring on this trip but at least we have the memories. brooklyn is a good time. sean eats three little tiny hamburgers..it's so cute. this trip has cost me several things including the totality of my voice (therwiouthly? very therwiouthly) but i remember few adventures in my life that i have enjoyed more......this is my last ride with the boys for now as i'm staying in new york. carry on my wayward sons....jam a cartoon network bomb size hole in boston for me and i'll see you guys.......uuhhhmm,.... tomorrow for a slice, where crog tells of his drunken 3AM trip to the 24 hour apple store to successfully exchange his i-phone then off you go.....and i'll see you....uuuhhhmm,.... the next day at the show in manhattan where i completely lose, but fight a well fought belt fight against ice....alright, thanks boys...thanks for the memories. viva le france.


*indicates that not everyone found them hideous.
 

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