Hey Everyone!
So sorry for not writing yesterday. We did not get back into Boston till about 5, and you can be damn sure I took advantage of my own bed, sleeping until we had to get ready for the next gig. But lets backtrack. I was chilling out at Jersey Dan’s when I left you last time. We spent the rest of the afternoon resting up and watching the Metallica movie. After the Metallica movie they had a bunch of 80s videos, so you KNOW I was glued to the TV. In between were breaks at the great NJ establishment known as Wawa. For those of you that might be asking, “What the hell is Wawa?” In my opinion (which I believe carries some validity based upon years of eating absolute crap), Wawa is probably the most impressive convenience store I have seen yet on the road. While you get your gas at the Super Wawa pumped for you (because for some reason New Jersey doesn’t let you pump your own gas), you can order a kickass sub to go, get chips, giant Wawa iced teas, and my favorite….THE APPLE FRITTER. A truly great establishment that may just make you question your convenience store allegiance upon your virgin visit. I also had to stop in a true New Jersey Pizzeria. You know you are in a true New Jersey pizza place when you can’t understand one damn word that the cashier is saying (and some slicked back hair doesn’t hurt the image). Jersey and I got talking football with the pizza guys, and they seemed pretty hurt when I told them I was a New England fan. I wonder why?
We left the Jersey compound around 7, heading out to Asbury Park. For those of you that don’t know Asbury Park, it is essentially one of those New Jersey coastal towns that back in its golden age were quite the place to be. Now it has become slightly less than that. It has not helped that our view of Asbury Park has been bleak both times due to overcast skies. We were playing at The Saint that night. The Saint is as truly rock n roll as a small rock club can be. The floors are stained with years of Beer, Sweat, and hell…maybe tears. Green Light Go opened for us. Tasty pop type stuff with a violin player. Then we took the stage with the attitudes of Vikings ready to pillage and burn the town. I think Uncle Sando may have even started to sprout little horns. In all actuality the waiting village was composed of the club staff, the other band, Uncle McLean and a few other close friends. And conquered they were! I’ll post the pics later after I sort them out on Zach’s computer. There are many of them. If you were within a few feet of the stage you would have certainly been doused in the rock-fueled sweat. In the end, it was a fun night. The village may have been small, but it was burned to the f**king ground!
After the gig we had celebratory beers than packed the car up. Special thanks to our good friend Jon Grill for helping us out with the drum situation. I think in all honesty that Superman is either Protestant, or not religious. But if he were a Jew, he would certainly be Jon!
Jersey led us to the Parkway where we commenced our long journey back to Boston. About 40 minutes in, we stopped at the “Cheesequake” rest stop if only because it is probably the most righteous rest stop name I have ever seen. We were quickly let down by the outrageous Burger King prices associated with the great name of Cheesequake. It’s the principal; you don’t pay $8+ for a meal at the big BK. We continued our trek. As we approached the Newark area we were greeted by the lovely smell. I will not even try and describe it. If you are really, really bored someday, go smell it for yourself. As Jersey Dan says, “Put on some Star Wars music and look at the refineries at night…BRO!”. As we made it to the George Washington bridge, we could tell it was gonna be a long night. The bridge was backed up as all hell, and our Exploder was nestled uncomfortably between three numerous 18-wheelers. We must have been on that bridge for a good 20 minutes, watching truck after truck come within inches of our humble Exploder. Uncle Sando was having a fun time with the navigation. Surely one day his nieces and nephews will ask him “Uncle, tell us of the time you sailed the Though I’m Told Exploder to safety on the big bridge”. In the end it turned out that the reason the bridge was backed up, was due to two of the four lanes being closed for roadwork (even though there was no visible road work at all). We were amazed that they would close half of one of the busiest bridges in one of the world’s busiest cities unless there was some serious work going on.
After sailing through the bridge, the trip home was largely uneventful. As many of you travelers know, when you are sitting in close quarters for a 5 hour trip, the conversations get more out there as the night goes on. If you wanna know what was talked about, email me. Too long, detailed, and too weird to post here. Luckily we found a kickass oldies station to get us through the night. We arrived back in Boston around 5.
The next day I got up at 3 in the afternoon to go pick up our new order of shirts. They look great, and we look forward to making them available to you guys when we swing through your town. Our tour manager Eric is back in town; sweater, tie, and all that good stuff. We loaded up the Exploder around 6 and headed out to the Bulfinch in downtown Boston. The Bulfinch has always been one of our favorite venues. A good bar with cheap beer, and loud music. Doesn’t get any better. There were three other bands on the bill that night. The Agency out of Jersey opened up with a set of some fine poppy alt rock. Then Alcohollica took the stage, and serenaded us with a set of pre Black Album covers. Then we took the stage once again, like Vikings. This time our village was a bit bigger which was really nice. Afterwards our good buddy Bob Ernst played a great set of instrumental rock. Fun night, with many fun glasses of beer. Tonight we are looking forward to rocking The Compound out in Fitchburg, MA. After that…going South!! Hopefully there will be some pics posted tonight, if not, definitely tomorrow. Take care and rock on.
So sorry for not writing yesterday. We did not get back into Boston till about 5, and you can be damn sure I took advantage of my own bed, sleeping until we had to get ready for the next gig. But lets backtrack. I was chilling out at Jersey Dan’s when I left you last time. We spent the rest of the afternoon resting up and watching the Metallica movie. After the Metallica movie they had a bunch of 80s videos, so you KNOW I was glued to the TV. In between were breaks at the great NJ establishment known as Wawa. For those of you that might be asking, “What the hell is Wawa?” In my opinion (which I believe carries some validity based upon years of eating absolute crap), Wawa is probably the most impressive convenience store I have seen yet on the road. While you get your gas at the Super Wawa pumped for you (because for some reason New Jersey doesn’t let you pump your own gas), you can order a kickass sub to go, get chips, giant Wawa iced teas, and my favorite….THE APPLE FRITTER. A truly great establishment that may just make you question your convenience store allegiance upon your virgin visit. I also had to stop in a true New Jersey Pizzeria. You know you are in a true New Jersey pizza place when you can’t understand one damn word that the cashier is saying (and some slicked back hair doesn’t hurt the image). Jersey and I got talking football with the pizza guys, and they seemed pretty hurt when I told them I was a New England fan. I wonder why?
We left the Jersey compound around 7, heading out to Asbury Park. For those of you that don’t know Asbury Park, it is essentially one of those New Jersey coastal towns that back in its golden age were quite the place to be. Now it has become slightly less than that. It has not helped that our view of Asbury Park has been bleak both times due to overcast skies. We were playing at The Saint that night. The Saint is as truly rock n roll as a small rock club can be. The floors are stained with years of Beer, Sweat, and hell…maybe tears. Green Light Go opened for us. Tasty pop type stuff with a violin player. Then we took the stage with the attitudes of Vikings ready to pillage and burn the town. I think Uncle Sando may have even started to sprout little horns. In all actuality the waiting village was composed of the club staff, the other band, Uncle McLean and a few other close friends. And conquered they were! I’ll post the pics later after I sort them out on Zach’s computer. There are many of them. If you were within a few feet of the stage you would have certainly been doused in the rock-fueled sweat. In the end, it was a fun night. The village may have been small, but it was burned to the f**king ground!
After the gig we had celebratory beers than packed the car up. Special thanks to our good friend Jon Grill for helping us out with the drum situation. I think in all honesty that Superman is either Protestant, or not religious. But if he were a Jew, he would certainly be Jon!
Jersey led us to the Parkway where we commenced our long journey back to Boston. About 40 minutes in, we stopped at the “Cheesequake” rest stop if only because it is probably the most righteous rest stop name I have ever seen. We were quickly let down by the outrageous Burger King prices associated with the great name of Cheesequake. It’s the principal; you don’t pay $8+ for a meal at the big BK. We continued our trek. As we approached the Newark area we were greeted by the lovely smell. I will not even try and describe it. If you are really, really bored someday, go smell it for yourself. As Jersey Dan says, “Put on some Star Wars music and look at the refineries at night…BRO!”. As we made it to the George Washington bridge, we could tell it was gonna be a long night. The bridge was backed up as all hell, and our Exploder was nestled uncomfortably between three numerous 18-wheelers. We must have been on that bridge for a good 20 minutes, watching truck after truck come within inches of our humble Exploder. Uncle Sando was having a fun time with the navigation. Surely one day his nieces and nephews will ask him “Uncle, tell us of the time you sailed the Though I’m Told Exploder to safety on the big bridge”. In the end it turned out that the reason the bridge was backed up, was due to two of the four lanes being closed for roadwork (even though there was no visible road work at all). We were amazed that they would close half of one of the busiest bridges in one of the world’s busiest cities unless there was some serious work going on.
After sailing through the bridge, the trip home was largely uneventful. As many of you travelers know, when you are sitting in close quarters for a 5 hour trip, the conversations get more out there as the night goes on. If you wanna know what was talked about, email me. Too long, detailed, and too weird to post here. Luckily we found a kickass oldies station to get us through the night. We arrived back in Boston around 5.
The next day I got up at 3 in the afternoon to go pick up our new order of shirts. They look great, and we look forward to making them available to you guys when we swing through your town. Our tour manager Eric is back in town; sweater, tie, and all that good stuff. We loaded up the Exploder around 6 and headed out to the Bulfinch in downtown Boston. The Bulfinch has always been one of our favorite venues. A good bar with cheap beer, and loud music. Doesn’t get any better. There were three other bands on the bill that night. The Agency out of Jersey opened up with a set of some fine poppy alt rock. Then Alcohollica took the stage, and serenaded us with a set of pre Black Album covers. Then we took the stage once again, like Vikings. This time our village was a bit bigger which was really nice. Afterwards our good buddy Bob Ernst played a great set of instrumental rock. Fun night, with many fun glasses of beer. Tonight we are looking forward to rocking The Compound out in Fitchburg, MA. After that…going South!! Hopefully there will be some pics posted tonight, if not, definitely tomorrow. Take care and rock on.
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