the longest days end in a crash

salt lake to denver to omaha, long drive after long drive, we reach every destination exhausted, drink ourselves to good spirit and give it all we got, in denver it was to 2 old biker dudes with tatoos that kept constantly slam dancing into each other and everyone else, and some weird 80s looking midget doing the robot. in omaha we played to 2 kids that actually read about us in the paper and love israel. we spent the night at their house, and in return we made pasta and home made hummus the following morning.

the drive to columbia MO was supposed to be a breeze. but for some reason, a 4 hour drive turned into 8 hours (we didnt make any stops, only once for gas). we were stuck in some weird time limbo going between time zones, never knowing exactly what time it was and if we were late for the show. when we got to the house show in columbia it had already started downstairs in the basement. and when it was our turn to take the stage, we fucking destroyed that cardboard box, shredding the ceiling with our guitars, smashing the living daylights out of everything not connected to the floor. we needed this show so much after the desert.

ok today is lawrence KS. monday night. see how that works.