We have been on tour for just over a week now, and have been taking plenty of pictures documenting our travels. Currently sitting in a "European Cafe" in Houston, TX waiting for a band of Borats to perform live as we munch on our "European" fries, we finally have some time to post pictures. So here goes it:
Not even a Noreaster could prevent Arms and Sleepers from performing at Starbucks.
note: thanks to whomever took the time to draw this.If you're ever in Delaware, we'd recommend not staying at the Poynter Inn. Their definition of "efficiency" must have been cramped, cold, putrid smelling and overpriced. In other words, it was a real classy place.
note: although it doesn't look that cramped here, keep in mind that this is a life-size picture. Virginia was windy, and their highways must have been paved with gold after paying a $12 toll. What are we back in Massachusetts or something?
We rolled into Greenville, NC and decided to sell some of the scrap gold we had lying around in the car. And perhaps even purchase a gun.
After we sold the scrap gold and got some quality firearms, it was time for authentic Italian pizza at an authentic "Pizzaria."
We showed up at the venue, and were greeted by this guy. His name is Jeff, and we're pretty sure that he's Jack Black's cousin, Jeff Black. No but really, Jeff is an awesome guy, and if you're ever in the Greenville area, check out his space at Spazzatorium Galleria.
Spazzatorium was located between a hippie church and this place.
After all of this, we felt like talking to God. Unfortunately, we didn't have his number. Then we found out that he's in the book.
Although God was really busy, he was generous enough to show us where the afterlife is. Apparently it's located in the Ballroom of a Hampton Inn.
Here's Max making a new friend in Atlanta. At first he was a little stiff, but after a few drinks he wouldn't shut up about how boring his job is.
In Alabama we made an appearance at "Club," and what a time we had at "Club"! If you've never been to "Club" before, we highly recommend it, because there's no club quite like "Club."
Ah, New Orleans. Here's a picture of our new buddy, Louis Armstrong Sachmo (at least that's what he introduced himself as).
Our merch table.
Welcome to Texas, the home of highways and fast food.
And of course the home of class. After finding a hair in their burger, these fine Texans decided it would be classy to leave their leftovers on the table (at a fast food restaurant).
Ok, so here goes our crazy Texas story: we were trying to find a clean and reasonably priced hotel after a show in Houston. Unfortunately, all we found were crack dens and ladies of the night. So we tried to go toward the airport, where we knew there would be plenty of hotels. And there were, however, it just so happened that there was a basketball conference (I thought basketball was a game, not a panel discussion) and all the hotels were sold out. So we decided to take an exit onto a different highway. What we found were more highways with toll exits such as the one below that led to other highways, and so on, and so on. The tolls were of course malfunctioning, and there was nobody there. In fact, there was nobody on any of these highways either. It was dark, and we were lost. In Texas, of all places. We thought this was possibly Area 52, as there was literally no soul on the road and no signs anywhere. This must be where they engineered the half-monkey half-man that we all know as Dub-ya. Anyways, we were lost for about 2 hours and finally found a room at about 3:30am. So our advice to you if you're thinking of visiting Texas: don't.
And that's it for now. We'll have more for you fine folks very soon.
Love,
arms
