original acoustic: DFW - Fraction
About three weeks ago, my best friends, girlfriend and I road tripped it from El Paso to DFW. The time we had and the things we did will always remind me of why I still call this place. Song is by Fraction-Nathan Burgess and this is DFW.
state lines “water song”
the new record is ten out of ten…
this is my favorite song on our new record (which should be released within the week or two), it is my favorite song i’ve ever written. i wrote it about a dream i had where i died with an old best friend as tsunami crashed the shore in the west end of long beach and i was positive it was about that, then hurricane sandy happened after it was recorded and i was like whoa, maybe thats what it means to me now, and then i listen to it today and it has the really obvious undertones of a human relationship struggling to breathe and towards the end there’s this realization of like how to keep pushing forward idk im just super proud of this one, maybe itll mean something different to you guys
A little bit a bulbasaur in my life, a little bit a weepinbell by my side, a lil bitta squirtle’s all I need, a lil bitta abra’s what I see - A lil bitta sandshrew in the sun, a lil bitta mewtwo all nite long, a lil bitta dragonite here I am - a lil bitta mew makes me your man. AYY!!
A good friend of mine, Nathan Burgess, has entered his shirt into a contest for threadless in order to get his design printed. Go vote on it and enter for a chance to win it.
SHARK: An Obituary
A year ago today we came across a Craigslist ad for the coolest thing ever. Advertised as a party bus, we instantly pooled our money to grab this. Full finished with two TVs, a DVD player, a power inverter, a futon, bunk bed, surround sound, air conditioning, and external power chords and it was ready to go. The previous owner had only used it once a year to preform in stunt bike tournaments to raise money for the developmentally disabled. Super nice guy. Was a mechanic and had it serviced often. We named her Shark, since she looked like a shark.
A few weeks later after our first tour, Scott (BWOB) asked to borrow Shark to go play a short run included playing a benefit show with Four Year Strong who got paid $20,000 or something and Stay Sweet Fest in Richmond, VA. While in Delaware, Scott ran her out of oil… which is like bad….. REALLY BAD. She continued to run but when he brought her back I decided to get her a check up and serviced to make sure everything was going smoothly. I got a call. They had me come in. They sat me down. They gave her just miles to live. Apparently there was knocking metal in the engine. Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s auto shop. There was no way to know what the problem was without labor enough to effectively total her. I cried that day, wrote a first obituary, and then used her to bring kids to prom.
Shark ran fine. Then we brought her to Vermont. Then to Montreal. Then to Chicago to Florida and back home. I called bullshit. We rented her out some more, took her on a bunch of smaller runs. Then this tour happened.
On the way to our first show in Oneonta, we blew a tire on the trailer. We got it fixed up and got to the show on time. After the show, it started snowing real hard. Apple Maps took us down a seasonal road while we rushed to get on the highway before the roads got bad. It was the biggest pain to turn around with the trailer. Then going down a hill the trailer pushed us into a ditch. “This is the tour she goes” Chris proclaimed.
We made it through Ohio and into Missouri, all the way to OK and 10+ hour drives to San Antonio/New Orleans. On what would be our final day drive of tour to St. Petersburg, FL just as it finished getting dark, we started hearing a loud knocking in the engine. She sounded gross.
We stopped at Jimmie’s Auto Truck Plaza in Lee, FL. This is where it starts to get weird. This place has a diner, a trucker’s lounge, a convenience store, and a barber shop all in Jimmie’s name. We talked to some lady who gave us sodas and was VERY interested in us being in a band and she helped us get their 24hr service station. A guy comes out a Jimmie’s truck with his girlfriend. He tells us the engine is done. The knocking came from broken rod bearings and damaged crank shaft. I was in denial. I told him it was the fuel filter. I made him prove there was metal in the oil. He looked like that mechanic in Rat Race that Amy Smart and Breckin Meyer. Maybe that;s why I kept yelling at him. We poured in some oil then that bastard charged us $110.
We decided to sell it and get it parted out. A guy came over to us and call Donnie’s down the road about getting it sold. We did. In comes a guy in a FUCKING JIMMIE’S TRUCK. He asks how much we want. We bought it for $3000. Working it was worth way more. We asked for $1000. He said $400. I did a good job convincing him that I knew it’s worth. We got it up to $625. Joey held strong that he knew what they were doing. Jimmie was trying to fuck us. But no matter the price, we were losing a friend.
We took her all over this half of the country, drove up the Appalachians, experienced the police confrontations with student protesters in Montreal, fell in love with/in Birmingham, smoked probably pounds of weed, made tons of friends, and played with amazing bands.
We took everything we could out of her and held a funeral. It was a sad day. I felt on the verge of tears. When our friend Justin came to pick us up, we packed up his van and then said our final good-byes.
So Shark will be parted out. Your transmission will exist in some new vehicle, but they won’t know your story. Just like we don’t know your story before. You were a beautiful girl and carried us to places we could never have gotten to with out you.
SHARK IS DEAD. LONG LIVE SHARK. 1996-2013
God this video makes laugh so much