Pianos Become The Teeth

Road Blog

From Chad McDonald:

Day 8. Our second day off on this tour.
Yesterday was Cinco De Mayo so we got our celebraish’ on. We ate lunch at a Mexican Restaurant in Athens, Georgia called Taqueria El Sol De - I would recommend it, good green sauce. The restaurant’s building was connected to a gas station and had previously been a waffle house. A fine lineage for a mexican restaurant. Had a few $3 dollar margaritas to start the Cinco celebraish’ off right. After lunch we went to a Goodwill and bought some sombreros and breezy Hawaiian shirts. Showed up to the venue over dressed for the occasion. Feeling inspired by Dad Boner (@DadBoner on twitter) Zac and Mike went on the search for some Bud Light Margs to keep the celebration rolling all day long. DadBoner’s twitter feed may be the most ingenious viral marketing campaign ever devised. Just a theory. Luckily a guy at the venue knew a liquor store that carried them - so that was the drink of choice for the rest of the night. While it’s not the best Margarita I’ve ever had, it’s in a can so it gets some points for convenience. Some guy waiting in line lamely bantered in spanish with me for a bit - aside from that interaction, the Cinco celebraish was contained within our band for the most part.

It’s strange how insular your reality becomes while you’re on tour. You lose touch with the events happening outside of your band. You live in a tour bubble. That’s why getting drunk in the afternoon and dressing up like assholes on Cinco De Mayo becomes acceptable behavior. When you’re together with a group of people for months at a time you develop a special kinship. Ours seems to revolve around trying to get each other to laugh at farts and childish humor. I guess that can become a slippery slope. When will we reach the point where farts are no longer funny? What will come after? Who will be the first to poop their pants for a laugh? You don’t want to become so self-involved to the point where you lose objectivity. That’s how you become an asshole and end up making bad records. Maybe that’s what happens to bands that completely morph into shit over the course of their career? I don’t know, just spit balling here.

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