West Indian Girl

note: out of sheer boredom from being on the road tony, my dog, started writing his own section for the blog…im glad he did.

Tony’s Take
we left la at 4am the morning before. fran drove the whole way. the car ride was a bitch because when he drives no one else will share a bench with me so i have to sit on the cramped floor right next to him…it sucks. i had a pretty rad time in tucson which seemed to be pretty dog friendly. the band stayed at the hotel congress and i loved it cos their employees welcomed me with open arms. they didnt even make the band pay extra for me like most of the classless hotels we stay at do. during their soundcheck i stayed in the club and met a bartender named jessica who would play with me and bring me water every time i saw her. before west indian girl’s show i was feeling kinda sick -i ate my dinner but then threw it all up. fran, (whose no dumb shit) picked it up and left it out for me cos he knows i’ll eat it again….which i did and it was actually better the second time around. i didnt get to see the show cos fran left me in the room during their set. he came back to get me when they finished and seemed pretty happy about things. i hung out in the club while they packed up all the gear and then went for a walk around tucson with lewscious and q. i pissed on a ton of cacti, took a huge shit outside a train station and then walked home. needless to say i slept like a baby…wag wag

Fran’s Flashback

dressing room and rider wrap up: im giving the hotel congress an 8 for many reasons. everyone who worked there was super cool – no attitudes at all. the house sound man, ken (pictured) was the one of the best we’ve had period. he gave us plenty of time for a sound check and was really easy to deal with. i cant stress this enough….i love working with cool sound men. another plus was being able to leave our gear in the club over night and load it out the next day. this rarely happens. as far as rider stuff goes they gave us dinner tickets which were good for any meal at the cafe before 1pm the next day which came in very handy. there was a cooler of beer on the side of the stage but it was for both bands so i didnt really see much of it. there wasnt really a backstage just sort of a curtained off area to the side of the stage that opened out onto the st. this was actually kind of cool. as far as dressing rooms go your hotel room was a minute away from the club downstairs so that was your dressing room. congrats club congress you get an 8 and are now tied with dante’s in portland for my high this year. way to be.

mexican thanx to: mexico for letting us have tucson (which it was once a part of) and the year of acceleration – all those guys were all really great and i hope we get to play more shows with them in the future.

Mariqueen’s Mind

The City: tucson is my favorite city in arizona — quaint, kitschy and picture perfect.

The Venue: i fell in love with the hotel congress. i dont even remember what the actual venue looked like… all i can recall was how awesome the hotel was. the ambience, the great restaurant, wonderful staff [except for a tall, bald bartender in the small bar — he’s a prick] and rotary phones everywhere, i thought i was dreaming it seemed too good to be true.

The Show: i gave it a seven and a half… ken, who was our sound guy for the evening was outstanding and a really great guy to hang out with too… bonus.

What Were You Thinking While Playing: well, since we were in AZ, in the middle of the summer, with no air conditioning and bright lights were a shining, i was incredibly sweaty on stage so i kept worrying about my eye liner bleeding down my face… just because there are only 50 people in the crowd doesnt mean you have an excuse to look like a hot mess.

Interesting Things After The Show: hung out with the cutest band in AZ, the year of acceleration… then got caught up at the bar and got really bored watching my band minus rob pack up the gear. i watched everyone’s favorite boxer run around for awhile, then went on a 3am walk around town with fran, mark and tony. i watched ants crawl on the ground and witnessed tony taking a huge dump… to top off the evening i watched mark and fran eat hard boiled eggs. i know, right? wild night. try hard not to envy my life.

lewscious…post show bliss
q and nathan before the showq and tony after the club closedthe year of accelerationtony working on the blog