![NOVEMBER 15 – THE BADLANDER, MISSOULA, MT [SHOW #125]
Day 159. 37,820 miles. “Who are you?” the little boy demanded to know, waking up Devin on the couch. Devin replied in a froggy voice “I’m Alli’s friend.” The young boy and his young brother were trying to solve the mystery as to who this strange person is and why is he sleeping on their TV couch. They began quizzing a sleepy Devin: “you know aunt Alli? Are you gonna watch Cars with us? Have you seen Spacecat?” Devin got up off the couch and grabbed all his bags and things and marched downstairs to sleep on the small floor with David and Patrick. We were staying with Alli at her friend Shawna’s house after the Rontoms show in Portland, and the two boys, age 5 and 7, were Shawna’s sons. We had an epic drive to Missoula that day, so we all had to get up early. Shawna and Alli were up and around, and after the boys were picked up for school we went out to Stumptown for some coffee. We said our goodbyes and had hugs with Alli and hit the highway for Montana.
The drive was long, a drive that Devin “slayed.” We went through the large collection of CDs that has been growing on tour, and listening to a bunch of CDs by other bands that we’ve played with on this trip. At one stop Devin grabbed a burrito from one of three taco trucks across the street from the gas station. And at a later stop, somewhere in eastern Washington, David and I got ‘Lady Viking’ Burgers from a mom & pop diner. As we were driving away from Des Moines during our last swing through Des Moines in early October, Patrick wondered aloud when would we see our first snow, since winter is not too far away. We all made guesses then but no snow was seen until tonight just as we were approaching the Montana border. We were hitting flurries at that high pass, and we could see some accumulation in the steep banks. From there it was pretty much a 100-mile downhill coast to Missoula. We arrived in town just in time to grab a burrito dinner from Taco del Sol, and then over to The Badlander to load in. We were on a bill with two local acts: Treehouse and The Skurfs. Treehouse was a a band of four young dudes. Chance was the lead singer and rhythm guitarist, and the lead guitarist, Cooper, was celebrating his 22nd birthday at midnight. The second band was a self-described “mountain surf” band and they played an awesome set of instrumentals that were at times surf, rockabilly, punk, funk, and avante garde. The frontman, Gavin, was a very nice, friendly fellow, and fun to watch.
After the show we hung out with Mike (from Victory Smokes) at his apartment. He brought us out a few beers, a giant salad, raspberries and chocolate and we had a little late night feast. Chance and Cooper and a number of other newly-made friends came over and we stayed up late into the night listening to records and visiting. At one point Patrick put Cooper on the spot: “All right Cooper, what’s going to happen in year 22? And next year I’m gonna come back and call you on it.” Cooper thought for a while and shrugged his shoulders. His other friends started throwing out suggestions and it was somehow decided that Cooper was to get naked onstage. Eventually everyone went home and we all laid out our sleeping bags for bed. As I was laying down I head the courthouse clock chime six times.
The jam in the van: Scott Walker The Drift / The Goons Sequined & Stoned / Iji Cool Dream / Salmon Thrasher What Gives / Faraway Places Out of the Rain, the Thunder & the Lightning / Lilys The 3 Way / Destroyer Trouble In Dreams / Quasi Featuring “Birds”
The word we heard: “Sonny, the season is over.” -Patrick’s father on the phone, heartbroken after the Vikings loss to the Bears
The pad was rad: Mike
Sound Tech we respect: Victor
The fill of the bill: Treehouse / The Skurfs
David: no drunken candor at The Badlander
Friends In The Band / By The Wave / Magic Circle Symphony / Don’t Go / Monument / Being Gone / Pacific Sunrise / Give It A Try / When The World Sleeps](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc5gpvLyFp1qahyhxo1_500.jpg)
NOVEMBER 15 – THE BADLANDER, MISSOULA, MT [SHOW #125]
Day 159. 37,820 miles. “Who are you?” the little boy demanded to know, waking up Devin on the couch. Devin replied in a froggy voice “I’m Alli’s friend.” The young boy and his young brother were trying to solve the mystery as to who this strange person is and why is he sleeping on their TV couch. They began quizzing a sleepy Devin: “you know aunt Alli? Are you gonna watch Cars with us? Have you seen Spacecat?” Devin got up off the couch and grabbed all his bags and things and marched downstairs to sleep on the small floor with David and Patrick. We were staying with Alli at her friend Shawna’s house after the Rontoms show in Portland, and the two boys, age 5 and 7, were Shawna’s sons. We had an epic drive to Missoula that day, so we all had to get up early. Shawna and Alli were up and around, and after the boys were picked up for school we went out to Stumptown for some coffee. We said our goodbyes and had hugs with Alli and hit the highway for Montana.
The drive was long, a drive that Devin “slayed.” We went through the large collection of CDs that has been growing on tour, and listening to a bunch of CDs by other bands that we’ve played with on this trip. At one stop Devin grabbed a burrito from one of three taco trucks across the street from the gas station. And at a later stop, somewhere in eastern Washington, David and I got ‘Lady Viking’ Burgers from a mom & pop diner. As we were driving away from Des Moines during our last swing through Des Moines in early October, Patrick wondered aloud when would we see our first snow, since winter is not too far away. We all made guesses then but no snow was seen until tonight just as we were approaching the Montana border. We were hitting flurries at that high pass, and we could see some accumulation in the steep banks. From there it was pretty much a 100-mile downhill coast to Missoula. We arrived in town just in time to grab a burrito dinner from Taco del Sol, and then over to The Badlander to load in. We were on a bill with two local acts: Treehouse and The Skurfs. Treehouse was a a band of four young dudes. Chance was the lead singer and rhythm guitarist, and the lead guitarist, Cooper, was celebrating his 22nd birthday at midnight. The second band was a self-described “mountain surf” band and they played an awesome set of instrumentals that were at times surf, rockabilly, punk, funk, and avante garde. The frontman, Gavin, was a very nice, friendly fellow, and fun to watch.
After the show we hung out with Mike (from Victory Smokes) at his apartment. He brought us out a few beers, a giant salad, raspberries and chocolate and we had a little late night feast. Chance and Cooper and a number of other newly-made friends came over and we stayed up late into the night listening to records and visiting. At one point Patrick put Cooper on the spot: “All right Cooper, what’s going to happen in year 22? And next year I’m gonna come back and call you on it.” Cooper thought for a while and shrugged his shoulders. His other friends started throwing out suggestions and it was somehow decided that Cooper was to get naked onstage. Eventually everyone went home and we all laid out our sleeping bags for bed. As I was laying down I head the courthouse clock chime six times.
The jam in the van: Scott Walker The Drift / The Goons Sequined & Stoned / Iji Cool Dream / Salmon Thrasher What Gives / Faraway Places Out of the Rain, the Thunder & the Lightning / Lilys The 3 Way / Destroyer Trouble In Dreams / Quasi Featuring “Birds”
The word we heard: “Sonny, the season is over.” -Patrick’s father on the phone, heartbroken after the Vikings loss to the Bears
The pad was rad: Mike
Sound Tech we respect: Victor
The fill of the bill: Treehouse / The Skurfs
David: no drunken candor at The Badlander
Friends In The Band / By The Wave / Magic Circle Symphony / Don’t Go / Monument / Being Gone / Pacific Sunrise / Give It A Try / When The World Sleeps-
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