Way late tour blog

Its been awhile coming, but with the holidays, battling the super-flu, the 3-day party experience that was my 26th birthday and settling back into regular life, its taken longer than I was hoping to gather up all the videos, pictures and dazed journal entries from this last tour.

Thanks to everybody who's been sending messages asking for a tour blog. I was debating not doing another tour blog entry to see if anybody really gave a shit, but its official, people like reading about touring and all the rock cliches of sex, drugs and general debauchery that come with it.



This was tour #12 in 4 years. The schedule was pretty relentless. 15 shows in 17 days. Our 2 off days were spent completely passed out from exhaustion, recuperating in a hotel room, usually with 3-5 guys in each room, 2 per bed, 1 or 2 on the floor. There was a lot of dude-on-dude hetero-cuddle action. That was about as close as any of us got to getting laid.

Most days, we were up and moving by 10 am, driving all day, getting to a venue by 5 pm, setting up and checking sound til 7 pm, playing at 11 pm, loading out at 4 am and partying til 7 am (sometimes much longer. I think our record on this tour was 3 days). This is why bands do drugs and drink, it makes this kind of exhausting existence tolerable.



Onto the "drugs". There's a good amount of that on any tour, always a positive addition, as long as nobody's bringing anything too hard. A good Cyanotic tour is kinda like an edited-for-television version of "Fear and Loathing". Its not like, scary amounts of drugs, more like an even, steady flow.

The drugs almost got us in trouble when we hit Tennessee. Officer Richardson [he'd later tell us his nickname was "Gomer"] saw we had a busted tail light and decided to pull over our short bus retard camper. All 8 of us (3 Cyanotic, 4 Acumen Nation, 1 merch guy) filed out while the cops searched the vehicle. I was so sick with the flu that I could barely stand up, so I'm sure I looked like a total junkie to those barrel chested law enforcers.



After some searching, the cops found what they were looking for. We were kept in suspense for about an hour, sitting in the bus while the cops stood outside. A couple of us were really close to freaking out, I think. I wasn't freaking out so much as hoping I wasn't dying, that flue shit was a mega bitch to deal with.

Eventually, officer Richardson comes aboard, gives us a "drugs are bad" speech and lets us go with a couple tickets. Everybody let out a big sigh of relief when we got back on the road. That could have been a lot worse. We celebrated by gorging ourselves on Jack in the Box.



There were so many other great memories from this tour, its hard to cram 'em all into a single blog. From dropping acid in Kentucky to jumping around the ball pit in Boston, it was always a good time, even when shit was tough and everybody got each other's sickness, we still managed to pull through with smiles on our faces.

I'm not going to do a city-to-city rundown, but respect is due to the awesome audiences in DC (still our favorite place to play), New York (big thanks to Xris!), Ohio (Joe, Tiff, Ed!) and of course Chicago, even though it was our least favorite show of the tour, we had an amazing crowd.

Touring is the most rewarding thing I've done in my life. Getting to go out, party with fans and play loud music on a stage every night is something we will always look forward to. We've already got a couple possible tours on the verge of happening for summer, but we're going to be out of commission as a live band till at least May or so.

We've got an album to finish. Its called "The Medication Generation". It sounds like a Terminator bitch slapping ED-209, at least thats the intention. We're in the beginning of the end stage, will be recording vocals, final guitar takes and mixing over the next few months. Its the only thing I can think about at this point in my life.