A used condom from last night’s Snoop Dogg show in Allentown.
This picture sums up Croc Rock though. It was probably fun at one point but since no one cared enough to clean it up, no one wants to be around it.
A Late 80’s Hip Hop Humphrey Bogart manakin from the film Casablanca missing a hand in the VIP room of the Electric Factory.
Greg found this Darth Vader mask with a built-in voice modifier at a Goodwill in Indianapolis for ten bucks. Ten bucks well spent.
St. Paul Set List
Of all the set lists too photograph I have no idea why I kept and took this one. Rick writes the set out every night for the band. He likes to change up the set a lot and make things interesting. Not only that but he writes the actual sets out in the funniest ways.
They are always written in pen on random scrap and usually there are joke names that riff on the actual titles. For instance “Beetle King” is often written out as “Don Cheadle King.”
This is a very tame example of a traditional mewithoutYou set list.
Pug Life.
Cassandra Bauman hooked us with some great catering at Turner Hall Ballroom in Milwaukee; Bucca di Beppo buffet, vegan and gluten-free optioned plates, with a fully stocked rider, and she even included an extra bottle of liquor. She also really loves pugs, which I suppose is also commendable.
Greg and Salihah waking up at the hotel in Des Plaines.
Our bus window was smashed the night prior when it was parked out in Oak Lawn. Some crack head thought it’d be worthwhile to do this so he could grab $15 in toll money sitting on the dash. So we had to take it in for repair the next morning before we could drive to the next show in Milwaukee. So I booked us a hotel near the repair center the night before so we could at least get some rest and not have to troll around in a bus garage all morning. Lots and lots and lots of things could have gone wrong. Luckily everything went incredibly and unexpectedly smooth and we had little to no stress getting everything straight.
Also aren’t these two cute?
When we agreed to stay at our friend Charlie’s parent’s house to escape the wretched humidity of Kentucky I don’t think we thought we were going to be surrounded by taxidermied bobcats, geese, and foxes and massive displays of rifles and rocks. It was like sleeping in a museum.
On our way from Columbia to Knoxville on I-26 we saw this camper one car ahead of us lose it’s back left wheels and swerve over in to the shoulder.
We pulled over and went to see if everyone was okay, but part of the axel had started to melt and catch fire.
I ran back to bus to grab a fire extinguisher to put out the flame. We then asked if anyone needed a phone or waters (it was around 100 degrees outside) and then continued on our way.
