Recording Documentary Sans Words

Austin Again. Momo's.

We left our den of seclusion in the woods for the opportunity to play up on 6th Street in Austin at a place called Momo's.  Less broken beer bottles than the last show, and it was nice to get back to civilization, I shaved my neck especially for the show.  Kurt got lost and took a taxi cab back to the woods.

Life: Version Den

Recording in a studio flop house outside of Austin.

Choose your own adventure:

Morning:
Wake up and-
A. Record your instrument
B. Engineer the recording of someone else’s instrument
C. Drink a modelo or espresso and whiskey
D. Throw the football for 4 hours
E. Shoot cans with the daisy bb gun
F. Drive to the alberstons in New Braunfels to buy more modelos looking down when in the checkout line to realize you are wearing dirty gym shorts, cutoff sleeves of a thermal shirt as leg warmers, a white tshirt covered in sharpie, and your disheveled beard is only trumped by your disheveled hair (yet, you somehow still leave with the checkout girls number)

Repeat for 2.5 weeks

The Tour Is OVER

Having seen more cities in the US in the past month than I have in 25 years of existence, I feel blessed with such an experience and a small sense of relief that it is over, and I still have my life. Wasn't sure we were going to make it out of Denver alive, or Lake Tahoe, for that matter. So what's next?

Well, we've rented a house out in the wilderness about a half hour outside of Austin, and if this is the last blog post, you will at least have a general idea of where our bodies are buried. We're setting up a studio and we're beginning work on a full album, maybe you could say that little stretch of touring was just practice for this...