TXT MSG: from Christian
Meet at bus @ 9am

Bob’s b-day the night before — a celebration of 24 years of Bob life. Friends, cupcakes 2.0, wine, and hookah. A highlight of bob revealing his salvation army secret weapon: a white 3-piece bellbottom suit, complete with red Hi-C stains on the bottom right leg. Looks like we’ll have to have a red Hi-C squirt gun fight to match.

Day 1: Buffalo

Sleep 3.5 hours — wake-up up to a blizzard of packing, grocery shopping, bank deposits, missed alarms, printing contracts, and trying to ignore the annoying voice, saying”aren’t you forgetting something? aren’t you still forgetting something? maybe you’re forgetting something . . . ” Leave by 10:30, not bad for us.

Arrive at Nietsche’s, a club that has accurately recreated the feeling of being on a disney world Pirates of the Caribbean tour. Good news! The club has two jugs of grease for us — another 30 miles of deep-fat driving!

We meet an incredible traditional african drummer Alasaan Sarr, who sits in on “My Dear Disco” along with Marc Vitagliano, who both blow everyones mind.

Haven’t figured out where we’re gonna stay, who’s selling merch did you tip the bartender where’s the kick drum pedal case . . .

Joey: someone from a some co-op in town called nickel city said we could stay at their place
Everyone: hell yes

Try to park the bus in downtown buffalo for an hour, end up parking 15 feet away from where we started: across the street from the club. HA!

Day 2: Ithaca

little did we know that nickel city co-op would treat us to warm beds, pancake breakfast, fresh ground coffee, and home-made blueberry kombucha!! Time to pass on some serious love and keep this karma alive. Any one have a kombucha baby? I’m thinking a roasted-cherry-porter-soaked-peanut-filled-mango-lassi kombucha might be good.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMcz4KGSFvk

A 2 hour drive to Ithaca feels like a 6 hour drive, wait was it only 2 hours? its getting dark, feels late, we’re supposed be there by 8 what time is it.

Playing at a club called Castaways with a local fav Jimkata. Pull up the club, another pirate-esque feel to the room (this time more mild). Jimkata boys are fun as hell, good time loading in and setting up, they brought a lighting guy (actually also their manager disguised as a lighting guy)!

To the our surprise, and even more to everyone else in the club’s surprise, a whole crew from Hobart College pulls up in TWO enormous stretch limos packed with the brim with peeps to see our set.

Pretty good reason to get on stage and hit it hard as we can. Super fun set, those kids can make a room shake. Jimkata pulled off a great set, and an equally fun after-party. They even put us up that night, put up another point on the karma score board (should we add curry to that kombucha?).

Christian falls asleep in mid-party on the living room couch . . . he is rudely awaked later that night by an individual sleep-walking and mistaking a coffee table for a toilet. Unfortunately, Christian’s shouting wasn’t enough to stop that force, lets hope the scotch guard is.

how do some people get so lucky?

Day 3: Travel Day to Boston

The band accumulates at the famed ithaca breakfast joint College Town Bagels. With the 8 person crew and our collective Ithaca friends we formed a formidable semi-circle taking over half the floor space. Thank fully breakfast for us started at 2pm. Christian is asleep face-down at his table. Poor guy. DAMN, i need a shower.

DAMN, it gets dark earlier out here. Awake for 3 hours and it’s already night time.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ryDGf8xp8s

Arrive in boston 7 hrs later and rejoice with a late-night tray of veggie lasagna. I’ll take the futon, looks like 6 people are trying to sleep in the basement — thumb wars?
And there’s the shower . . .

More to come in the days to follow,

-The Record Button