POZ Road Blog: You Blew It! (Update VI)
From Tanner Jones:
Day 21: Indianapolis, IN. Super Mega Slam Fest @ Indy Hostel
If you remember, I ended the last post with something about how we had no idea what to tweet back at Jordan Pundik. Well, we woke up and took a picture of a mouse on a motorcycle and captioned it “LET’S RIDE.” He didn’t respond.
We got to Indianapolis with like, a million hours to kill. I’m sure we could have done something productive (count merch, put our band funds into a bank account, tell each other how we feel), but we just ate Cajun food and farted around instead. One of the local papers/magazines wrote about the fest, and cited Dowsing and us as headliners. That was cool. I took one to give to my mom. Andy took one to put in his endless collection of things. Andy has a ton of things.
The Indy Hostel was pretty sweet. Our beer bros in Pessoa showed up, and Josh hugged me from behind. I was an idiot and accidentally palmed his cigarette. No one noticed though, so like, score.
Super Mega Slam fest Super Mega Slammed my brains. It might as well have been called Check Out All These Other Bands That Are Way Better At Their Instruments and Have Better Gear Than You Fest. I said, “dude!” to Andy a lot. I said that to Andy a whole lot.
We played under a tree filled with Souvenirs. I tried to shoot silly string at them in the middle of our set, but there’s something oddly uncool about thinking you know which way the canister is going to spray and being completely wrong. If I were not me I would have pointed and laughed at me.
The Indy Hostel ended up letting us stay in some of the bunk beds, so naturally Souvenirs lit off fireworks. Nick lit one off and it hit him in the eyeball. Not even just his eye, but his actually eyeball. How that dude isn’t in a cast yet is beyond me.
The bunks were in probably the darkest room ever. I’m pretty sure you’d be hard pressed to find a room darker than this one. We more or less formed a line with each other to guide ourselves through the room, but I was little bit behind. I saw which bed Vince from Souvenirs climbed into, so I decided to sleep on the bunk above him. As I climbed up the ladder, the bed shook in a very exaggerated way. As a man who thinks very highly of his minor practical joke ability, I started rocking the bed back and forth. I might have said “earthquake!” or something stupid like that too. After a couple seconds I fell into the bunk bed above him. I was pretty pleased with myself and how I had totally punk’d Vince until I heard him say from the other side of the room “hey Tanner, you can sleep over here if you want.” Horrified, I peered over the edge of the bed and discovered probably the angriest, most confused man I had never met before. I spent the next couple minutes wide-eyed while the rest of the guys farted and giggled. We left the next morning, avoiding eye contact with bottom bunk punk’d dude.
Day 22: Grand Rapids, MI. The Daac.
Michigan! Home of some sports teams and that one Sufjan Stevens record. It’s a great state, but I will never forgive it for spawning that no-good poseur in Empire! Empire!. Ick!
We got to play with Duck, Little Brother, Duck and Octaves today. Prognosis on Octaves: LOUD. Fucking loud. It’s in the best way possible though. DLBD ruled too. We’ve never met those guys in person, and they’re just rays of sunshine.