7/23: Seattle
After a footed van chase down to
the US customs checkpoint due to a hold up of sweet booze dealz at the duty
free shop we had arrived back in the land of fountain soda and cheap beer. With
freedom ringing in our ears we celebrated our mother land with a Seattle $8.99
all-you-can eat vegan buffet at Araya’s Place. After packing our gullets full
of creamy peanut butter sauce drowned pad thai and green curry saturated tofu we
thanked our founding fathers and God even though we were unable to pray over a
forty-five degree angle. We laid down in a park on the other side of the water providing
a beautiful panoramic view of the industrious shores of the city.
Heading over to El Corozon, a rad
all-ages club complete with a dirt turkey infested alley and piss soaked
carpeted floors, we were greeted by some amazingly helpful and friendly stage
and sound folk. We were also introduced
to a heavy handed bartender who felt the need to wish us luck by mixing us
cocktail glasses of whiskey. With encouragement and gifts from our new found friends
Elway took the stage with mediocrely executed licks and banter equivalent to a
high school mall hang after getting your older brother to buy you a 6 pack of
mike’s hard cranberry. Dopamines did okay too. TBR followed with clever
techniques to rouse audience participation that erupted in pogoing circle pits
and projectile beers.
And the make up for 3 days of not
drinking $6.50 Molson Canadian cans continued. We were bought beverages from
old and new pal’s, including Toby Jeg’s brother who eerily sounds just like
him, and Erin and her boyfriend celebrating 11 years with excessively loud
eighth notes and conversations carrying globs of spit infused booze. A $100
torso sized bottle of Jamison entered the scene introduced by the Dopamines
complete in silver tilting receptacle that served directly into our mouths.
I apparently stole some girl’s
cigarette (sorry whoever you were) and continued to dart back and forth yelling
over stranger’s conversations as if I were a 6 year old on Christmas morning. I
also ended up sitting with a woman who explained that my misunderstood
fascination with bodies of water had to do with detachment issues from my
father – a conversation that I had almost entirely no part in besides head nods
and maybe a few tears. The night ended crashing into the bench seat of the van
and waking up to a 7am sun in the shittiest Tacoma motel parking lot.
-garrett
7/24: Portland
Our day in Portland
started off right with some pretty epic vegan BBQ that our buddy Ben hooked
up. We then sped our way over to the
Backspace, passing Crome-bagged, sideways haircut bo-bos along the way. Load-in, coffee, and beer happened before we
found The Dopamines geeking out at this rad arcade bar called Ground Kontrol. Don’t judge the place by the unforgiving use
of the ‘K’ – the place had mad pinball machines (including a Will Wheaton
signed SNG) and a timed NES emulator machine.
I (Brian) used my 90s talent to immediately destroy Mario 3, a feat that
is apparently crazier the younger you get.
I was also able to get TKOed by Mike Tyson in the second round after
remembering the password (007-373-5963).
Back at the venue we watched some
rad openers and played to a group of people working on their bored expressions. We covered Minor Threat’s “Straight
Edge.” The Dopamines changed their name
to The Vegan Cheesesteaks for the evening and TBR followed with clever
techniques to rouse audience participation that erupted in pogoing circle pits
and projectile beers. Courtesy vegan sandwiches from the backspace were had,
more arcadage, and then we proceeded to get the fuck out of Oregon.
7/25: San Francisco
We left Portland right after the
show under the assumption that our overnight drive wouldn’t be a big deal and
that at a lean-compared-to-Fort-Collins-to-Edmonton 650 miles, we would be able
to knock it out without issue. Although
our GPS is a lying British accent-having piece of shit that insisted spuriously
that it would take us 10 hours (it took 12), we arrived shortly after noon in
beautiful San Francisco. The first stop
was at Golden Era, which is among the greatest Vegan Chinese restaurants that
exist in this fading republic. Check it
out and get the sweet and sour chik’n.
We followed up lunch with a stroll down Baker Beach for the ultimate in
dichotomous vistas. You really get a
sense of the big picture of life when your view of the magnificence of the
Golden Gate bridge and the hills of Marin is punctuated by an old creepy dude’s
dilapidated nutsack draped down from between his sun-crimsoned thighs like a
gunny sack full of ham cubes.
Breathtaking.
Our next stop was the Fat Wreck
warehouse/record store, where Teenage Bottlerocket was to do an in-store record
signing thing with some exclusive colored vinyl. We showed up right when we were expecting that
it’d start to the news that both Bottlerocket and Dopamines had stopped in the
night and would be various degrees of late, citing fatigue and weakness of
character respectively as an excuse. No
matter, we drank a bunch of beers and thumbed through the collection of rad
shit that Fat has sitting around. Some
notable Elway blog alumni showed up too, which was rad! Dennis and Erin, our buddies mentioned in a
previous blog about Sacramento, showed up to hang with a baking sheet packed
full of mini red velvet cupcakes with icing pentagrams on them and a clutch
bottle of Maker’s Mark. Best people
ever.
I can remember being a young
idiot listening to NOFX records and thinking that it’d be amazing to play
Bottom of the Hill someday. Now that I’m
an old idiot, I am pleased as piss to report that actually playing there was
just as rad as my constantly-masturbating former self imagined. Bottlerocket obviously has a storied history
of killing it in San Francisco, because the venue was packed. This show was far and away the best show of
the tour so far and the best show on the West Coast. Sing alongs, high fives, and a good old
fashioned circle pit! Dopamines
(sincerely) played a great set and got people stoked. Just about every friend we’ve ever made in
the bay area was in attendance and we made a couple of new buddies as
well. Special thanks to Ramona, Skyler
and all of the rad people from the Bottom of the Hill. We retired to super bro Jay’s abode for
nightcaps, illicit substances and sleep.
The Dopamines bought this enormous pig at the Canadian border.
Joe has nicer legs than your girlfriend. Sorry, but he does.
Drunk.
Yes!
Dude bought an Elway shirt and immediately cut off the sleeves. Goofball.
When not doing his best Kid Rock impersonation, Ben serves rad Vegan BBQ in Portland.
At the Fat Wreck Record Store in SF.
Bottom of the Hill show.
Clutch Christian rock band-style photo
More from SF.
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