Part II - April 20th - Washington D.C. - The Velvet Lounge

The day started with me nearly in tears about my amp. I’m not lying when I say I love that little bastard like an electronic, noise producing son who I never have to feed. But worrying had to put aside as we drove to a very sexy barbecue courtesy of the Rags to Records record label, home to our tour mates, and good buddies, Dakota Floyd (www.dakotafloyd.com).

Much beer and sausage was had by all on a gorgeous afternoon in our nation’s seat of democracy. And just when things couldn’t get better I tested my amp and it worked like a dream (a good one, like when you fly, not a bad one, like when you get killed by a wolf). The relief was sweet and salty at the same time....oh, wait, that was the chorizo.

The show itself was....how do I put it? It was....eh? We played ok but got screwed by an overbooking and thus a lot of our friends missed us. I also broke my guitar (noticing a trend, anyone?) but eased that pain with many a Pabst Blue Ribbon. It was all made up for by Dakota Floyd, who rocked like it was their last day to rock on earth before they had to pack it up and rock other planets, not to return for years. Do check them out.

After the show, Gordon, Jordan and I went to Virginia with our great friend Justin and ended up staying up for 3 uncomfortable hours being forced to debate the merits and disadvantages of the bisexual lifestyle with his roommate, before ultimately crashing on the floor. Pete, on the other hand, took off with an old friend and got a good night’s sleep. Advantage: Pete.

Tomorrow - Cleveland!!!