The Rushmores
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The Rushmores |
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| the Rushmores Ramonescore As Fuck Summer Tour 2005 |
 See some tour pictures by clicking here Punkhead basementA show that wasnt supposed to happen. Delay needed a show, then they didnt. i was moving, so fuck it i had a house party. all the rushmores old bands got back together and did some impromptu reunion sets. i heard from kids that the cancer merchants sounded as good as they did when they were a band. cuzzo, in following his tradition after rissle sets, broke his bass. delay rocked ass, the rushmores played, the cops came. delay set up a tent and slept in my front yard. we rushmores all got drunk. best memories in my house ever. thanks to all who made them possibleChicago tour kick offmy dad built the van a loft 3 hours before we leave for this show, and like 16 hrs before we leave for tour. that was a hell of a construction process. ill sum this show up in 3 words: "I hate Math". and then mikey gave us Jet Set tshirts which aaron wore for the first week of tour.Tour Day 1: MillyWaas perusual, we take forever to load the van on day one of tour. pat locks his keys in his running car. joe tries to position his COT in the van (and which prompts COT jokes all tour). the milwauke house show is moved to another house, didnt see that one coming. delay rocks, they were on a Rock and Roll Mission. i cant tell the twins apart, so jokes ensue. no beers. we go to a bar the minute before last call. then we head over to the resevoir where you can see all downtown milwaukee. we talk alot and hang out with ben. the secret to making the Gimlet is truely revealed. Jesse from Delay is renamed: SOUTH BAY JESSE. pizza shuttle pizza in the morning. and lastly: HE PRAY ME.Tour Day 2: Mplsour last day with delay. nates brother nick comes to a punkhouse wearing a white blazer. i talk with my old friend amy. patty from D4 is a big kid now. sing some invalids w/ zach as we get some black label beer and vodka. we watch Fargo and eat some garlic cloved pizza.Tour Day 3: Grnd Frkswe go to Fargo first to see garth. buy some cds. eat some gyros. buy some used records. aaron got chris some AC/DC 12". buy some used books. then we drive to the show. meet Nate. we go to our hotel room, what!? 3 room hotel, awesome, 3 beds 4 band members, joe brought a cot, problem solved. buy some Roses, the gimlet is now made to rock. free pizza pasta and beer. solid show. go to a party afterwards. only time on earth we could ever feel like living turds walking out of a buthole. sleep.Tour Day 4: Fargo fo realget to fargo early, bbq w/ garth and voltz. miss out having fabidos. peanut falls asleep on johnny. we go see Batman Begins. joe gets his very own 3-D glasses. showtime one word: Dudebazooka. awesome. WSF set, they forgot how thier own songs go, weaaak. Final Fight plays thier first live performance and rocks. we go to a skateramp and drink alot. talk alot. pee outside alot. drink more. fuckin awesome ass time. we love fargo alot now.waking up early to drive 12 hrs to a show sucks. MAD LIBS help thou. heres what we absorbed from rocking central MT "Git yer Shit, rock and roll party time, ya got tha good weed.' that says it all i think. so not all of MT is scary. on the way to our show, we stop at a gas station run by indians (feathers not dots) and was told by ChiefLaughsAlot, youre from chicago welcome to montana hahaha. Missoula was fun. Ear Candy is an awesome rec store. bronze fish statues adorn the lakefront. they have a giant M on thier mountain. the boys and grls club had a studio for kids to record at and an internet lab for us to veg out for hours and check myspace. nate and I played air hockey. we met Joker. good bands, good kids. good times. and to the MoMAcs we spun the Exploding Hearts record 7 times in a row, how you gonna top that. we miss a mariners game, shit. we meet chris. what a fuckin solid dude. most disgusting kitchen in the world. bbq at hippis house. we miss family guy but watch shitty american dade. nate/joe/aaron drunkenly play Tyons Punch out. hip gets wasted on gimlet. hot dog count so far: 24 dogs. waking up to Itching to Fight, the band hates me for loving the Iguanas. we flip thru chris extensive rec collection. then we go pick up Livy Star (NL) and Justin Banal (CA) and proceed to go to the Red Hook Brewery tour. 6 shots of beer in 25 mins. onto a winery, 1 1/2 glasses of wine after a 15 min tour. 2 1/2 glasses of wine no tour. 5pm totally buzzed. BBQ time again. we pick up Nikki Hextal and Mark (two more cannuks). Mark eats his hot dogs not on buns but on donuts. hot dog count: 48. we actually play a show too. forgot that. drunk now, on free Schmidts and Olympia. justin banal drunkenly messes up 'Wait it Out", but then fawns over nates mosrite. in the air its the SPace needle. picks part ways, we pass out watching PBS. no more Iguanas. play Grand theft auto all morning, trying to see how fast you can get 6 stars and have the cops kill you, or how to make the hookers fuck you in an alley. we make up for missing the Mariners before by going today, free ken griffy statue night. buy scalped tickets, get boned, no free statue for us. aaron has a hot dog. we hang out with Livy, her brother Steve, and his little grl. fun game. we pass out watching David Cross's "let american laugh' dvd, this adds to many hours of retelling his jokes. hot dog count: 49 wake up. cant get PS2 to work, forever. make some ramen and use the smallest bottle of tabasco sauce we have ever seen. no hot dogs today. we drive to Tacoma. go to taco bell, the fastest serving taco bell you can image. before you pay for the food, its ready in front of you, fuckin odd. cool so. saying goodbye to dateless and the peabodys, and the gimlet as well. we drive to portland and hang with manda magpie and lillington. so we woke up in Portland to the smiling face of manda. she was such a gracious hostess. she made the band eggs and toast. what a gal. we surfed the net a while. i went to the 7-11 and thought of MW so i got a bag of Rap Snacks (pimp education). we then proceeded onwards to CA thinking we had shit in order. well after we passed thru the mountains and saw Mt Shasta, we realized the van doesnt accelerate much when going up inclines. nice lesson to learn while going past the sierra nevadas etc. we called all the people we could think of but couldnt get a place to stay. so once in sacremento, we found a place run by a old indian couple (dots not feathers) and i told them i was alone. so after passing out and watching blade we awoke to some hillbilly room attendant who turned us in and made us pay more. sucks, CA suck, but ill get to that. wow. where to begin? we got to monterey real early. so of course its a beach town lets go to the beach. i jumped in alot, ate the salt water of the pacific, and watched the wake boarders fall alot. then we went to a lame record shop. we saw our tour poster there, a good sign. we saw the local paper, it mentioned us (a cross between new school and the ramones) and it said we were playing at the rock and roll laundromat. so it all seemed hella cool. there were punks outside the mat all day, we assumed it would be hella kick ass. well, we met the kid who put on the show, he said it was all good. his band played, kids were there, families were doing thier laundry, it seemed kosher. and then we went on. and all 3 of the rushmore guitarists got on some chairs, i had a tamborine, and we went at it. after 2 1/2 songs, we notice a police officer and a man telling us to stop. turns out this man was the night cleaner there and said we had to leave and he called in the cops. so we hsd to stop and relinquish our IDs and it seemed all was hopeless. some kids were simpathetic thank goodness and offered us a place to stay (ben fenwick) at an army bass. the cop let us go and said that he thought the acoustics in the laundromat were good, what a goof. so we got to the militaty base and watched scarface, and fell into a legal sleep. now after CA and having no show, Reno seemed hopeless, but as luck would have it, we were save from midtour doldrums in NV. on the way into town we say billboards proclaiming what ben momac told us was true: $1.50 Beer and Hotdogs. we got to the house we were going to play at sunday and asked for directions to the casinos, and a record store (i got reno's own 7seconds album the Crew at the Sound and the Fury rec shop, im cool). so we go to the casino, no one gets carded and we proceed to get the special $2 for a 20oz Budwieser and the choice of a Hot Dog or 2 tacos. so reminiscing about tour and gettig drunk and full we head back to the house. we find out that the Groovie Ghoulies are playing a house show too the same day as we are. we immidiately try to plan on playing that show. we passed out watching basketball. next day, early as shit, we are awoke by Reno Food not Bombs. wow awesome. i got some free vegan banana bread thou. we then find out whos doing the ghoulies show and make friends. aaron rolls the dude some cigarettes. we then get our oil changed and while at Jiffy Lube we feel what seems to be an earthquake. then mechanic says, hey did you feel that earthquake. wow it was for real, how fuckin bizzare eh. on the way back we hit up the casino again, as we cant find food not bombs. we pass by the huge bowling facility in Reno where they filmed Kingpin, but it was closed. joe aaron and nate then played baseball stars and super punchout, until we found out that our show was combined with the ghoulies show. awesome. i made some pasta, we talked to kepi, we loaded in. Emo Nixon played first, wow. acoustic punk rock. think of everthing atypical punk rock songs are about (break ups, religion, authority) and you got emo nixon. "youre dads a bitch, your boyfriends still a bitch, you must take after your mom cuz shes a bitch" etc. next we rock a set, awesome. then we meet the Teenage Harlets, fuckin mad men, Johnny the singer jumps around and decides to pillow fights with Kepi. a pillow hit the ceiling and the light socket flew out and smached johnny in the head, what the shit. lastly was the Ghoulies, the set up thier lights and games and brought thier show to a basement, what fun. afterwards the rushmores went to drink with all the bands. the Harlets like to drink. scampi swears sometimes. and we know that the guitarist in the Harelts makes the best garlic potatoes (dont ask). sweet night, but the rock keeps rolling image crossing the boarder to another state and seeing any white for miles. it was mountains, it was cornfields, it was city scapes, but not in SLC, here it was miles of fuckin white sand. bright reflective white salt flats. fuck that shit. we hung with Fill in SLC and got some killer local Microbrews (the pilsner was my fav) and some batter halibut, garlic, fries, veggies, etc. we ate and got drunk real quick. then nate got a call from Roach and we met the ghoulies for tacos at Albertos. "its salty and delicious". aaron noticed tues was free horchata day (aaron loves his rice milk ladies). we went to back to Fills, what a cool dude. we listened to the shins and fell asleep. after waking up at like 7am, we went to albertos tacos for breakfast and free horchatas. leaving UT thru WY we say the teenage harlets and caught up with them at a reststop. we shared a lunch of bad reststop pizza and burritos. we all got to Fort Collins hella early. as we sat outside the venue, ther rushmores eating lunch and the harelts fixing amp problems, we met Ray from TBR. he said they were doing a pracice set, so we listened in to Kody in action, man what a badass. as show time approached and bands rolled in, we were asked if we wanted to open the show and share some of the ghoulies/harlets time and equipment. talk about great bands and gracious musicians, what cool dudes everyone was to us. so we did. we played a short 5 song set, plus a 'strangle you' sound check. man what a cool show. Johnny Harlet was jumping off pool tables. TBR did like 3 new songs "Shes not the WhoaOhOhOne". the ghoulies ripped. i got the new lillingtons retrospective cd. we all headed to drink at the bar we were playing the next night. we ended the night saying goodbyes and good lucks, and we crashed with John. we had all day to hang in town, what the fuck. we woke up to fuckin shitty nicktunes on cable (if i see the oddparents again ill fuckin yell) and to MTVs Date My Mom. what a fucked up show that is, grls moms go out with the dude who will do thier daughters. the dude is all taking the Moms out dancing and dining, and the moms are all into it as if the dude likes them. all i can say to that is: CHURRO TIME!!! we went to a lame ass rec store. we went to a kick ass burrito place, we went to the dollar store, and still had 6 hours before showtime. we amused ourselves drawing funny quagmire doodles. hey Harlets, we got your Message, Ram-ones, what a nad. before we played, we got some free pizza and beer. we played a cool set, met some cool kids. i went next door to the other bar and met karl alverez, saw him play some free form jazz (take that ERGS), and we decided to drive 15 hrs straight to carbondale. hows that work? we crossed time zones so we were back to our hometime, and then at like 9am in Kansas, joe gets pulled over for 'following too closely to the vehicle ahead'. what made up bull is that. the officer thanked us for wearing ourseatbelts, but neglected to notice nate sleeping on the loft sans seat belt. we made it to carbondale by like 7. what a fucking drive, 1am CO to 7pm IL. as we rolled in, we were greated by our great friends. we spent time at lost cross watching RAY get a Maddy Tight Pants tattoo. then some dude was shooting a beebee gun at some bottles inside the house, surreal shit, what a punk house. we hung w/ Kevin, emily, becky, nick, lauren, brino and were all rejunvenated. there was even talk of us playin a show friday. how cool. so some beers and some day old jimmy johns break later, someone mentioned to sneak into a pool. what a tremendous idea. we were in moderate weather all tour out west, but as we made it home it reached 95. so a swim was what the doc ordered. for some, it was a naked swim. ok for me and nick. how fucked that night was. shit we needed that. aaron and nate play GTA drunkenly and passed out "that dude is running fast man" brino said we could play his house, so that was a fuckin plan. we then asked nick to learn our soda pops songs and do the shit outta that. this was a impromptu show, so fuck it. no prac, just fuckin off. joe and aaron resurrected the Gimlet for this. did it work. aaron in true form ended up wasted and bloody, so it was a typical soda pops show. plus aaron played naked during the rushmores set and peed on his bass. again it was mega hot, and a free beer bong from frat boys doesnt do it. so pool hijinks were again planned. but this time, aaron was wasted and nate was getting a BretToo. as nates getting stabbed by Bretts makeshit needle, this grl is blasting music and yelling to brett. first it was the clash, a song later DBA, then the subhumans, back to the Clash, and then DBA, over and over, she couldnt let one song play. "are you really getting a tattoo?" hell even fletcher stopped by. we then went swimming, what a relief. we got don taco, what a foul place, sucks dick, and then went to bed. we woke up and met a posse of Cdale kids who would caravan with us to St Louis. we saw some trick planes flying around the Arch, lauren was uber fascinated by it. we got to Shauns BBQ and were greated by our buddies the Haddonfields. after some keg beers, we set up and played a small set, ended with aaron breaking a string. joe and I then got haircuts in the driveway. why is it i need to get a haircut when we play St Louis? during the Haddons set, Shaun decided to let himself all hang out, this was a precurser to the rest of the night. ok well after all the bands ended, someone had the bright idea of a pop punk cover set. so all the musicians took turns doing: weasel, lillingtons, mopes, misfits, etc etc etc. until kevin and nick did some hangarounds songs, and then the soda pops came on and finished out the set. so musics done, drinkin and fun begin. aaron passed out early. the hot tub was opened up so nate, joe and myself stumbled in. shaun decided it was fun to go in naked, run around his yard wagging his dick at people, coming back in, going out again, etc for like 3 hours. nate joe and I drunkenly yelled TBR or Riverdales songs that were on. i left the tub, joe went to bed, nate stayed in the suds till the sun came up. he talked about steve reebok, phil nike and steve prefontain. what? i went to pass out inside, where becky was already passed out, and i sat thru and hour long conversation about Ray Paker Jr (musician who preformed the ghostbusters song from the first movie). what? the cops came, and went. someone was tossing the empty kegs. what a fuckin end to tour. but wait... on the way home from St Louis, aaron rounded up kids for a welcome home BBQ. we saw Pat whos now 21. we saw lisas new dog (Sheriff McCute who will put you in Puppy Prision). we also were graced with the presence of Trevor plus Mike and Jeff from Team Stray. they were in town from OH. rock. the bbq, the beer, the tour stories, the jokes, cuzzo. wait we are playing a show. oh ok. so we went to the outdoor park to load in. outdoor is the key word here. we had a ton of friends come out, thanks to you all. but also thanks to sarah mcclauclin for playing before us, and going over time, and forcing us to play later. playing later meant not being able to play before it rained. raining meant stopping the show. stopping the show meant the rain would stop in 5 minutes. so wow what a fitting end to tour. rained out at home to a crowd of friends. we really do need help. the night ended up at aarons drinking our beloved Old Style with good friends sharing innane conversation. because thats what life is for us. thats what tour is for us. and being home is like tour execept without any of the shit i wrote before this. what an odd tour. |