First time at Shakor Hills
First time in a 30 foot RV
First time picking up Lagunitas on the road
First time sleeping in an RV in the very very very cold with just a few thin blankets
Get yourself a copy of this April-May edition of Relix Magazine! Cut out page 61 and put it on your fridge. And then you can have us all staring at you… looking – from left to right: haughty and unimpressed? vaguely dissappointed in you? about ready to fight you? uncomfortable and possibly constipated? relaxed, easy-going, and ready to play some banjo. Nice job, Alex.
Also – we’re still Roll Calling out here on the road. Can’t keep too close of an eye on these guys, you know.
First homemade Eggs Benedict (Corvallis w/ Brad and Asha)
First time selling out the Roost (Bellinghammmmmm!)
First time headlining Mississippi Studios (Portland)
First time playing Goodnight Irene acoustic after the set (Bellingham)
First time being dissappointed by the Copper Hog (no chicken and waffles!)
First tour with Josh Rabie on fiddle!
From Banjo-B-Que 2013:
Dearest web site visitors,
We love y’all and we’re hoping we can keep in touch more. To that noble end, we’re trying to start a new tradition this tour: on our YouTube channel, we’re posting a daily roll call while we’re on the road. It’s only about 30 seconds – but you can see where we are, what we’re about, and make sure that Phil hasn’t wandered off to jump in a lake/river/dirtbike or that Gio hasn’t gotten himself lost in a coffee shop; that Ryan hasn’t locked himself in a guitar shop with some vintage pedals, and that Alex isn’t infiltrating a barbecue at the neighbors; that Ben hasn’t sneaked himself onto the Steeldrivers bus in a frenzy of agressive ambassadorizing. Roll Calls are important.
Our Memorial Day Weekend / Banjo-B-Que / Southeast / Wakarusa tour: May 24 – June 3 2013. Please share any photos / videos / memories / stories that you may have! We’d love to hear from you.
Last weekend we rolled up and down the 5 again. We’ve been through this area so much in the last three years, that it is very much starting to feel like family. We come into town, check up on each other, give hugs, share some food, play some music, and then say our very temporary goodbyes. This past tour we had the pleasure of rolling out with the esteemed Mr. Josh Rabie, singularly excellent fellow and fiddle player. You may remember him from such bands as Watertower Bucket Boys and, subsequently, Watertower. He is a shredder, taught us Brothers a big heap-ton of old-time fiddle tunes and traditional bluegrass numbers, and appreciates a fine cup of coffee. Hellova guy, there.
Our photo Blog begins with this guitar. We were up at the crack of dawn to make it to Eugene for our first show at Sam Bond’s. I was starving. We had been driving for days. In these harsh and ration-less conditions, I was near collapse. Food! I cried from the back seat. Nourishment! I begged. No, Gio. First, we had to stop at McKenzie River Music so that Ben could see his secret girlfriend:
If anyone has a spare $2000 lying around, and wants to get this for Ben, please do so. I’m not sure I could take another 10 hour drive without food as our first and primary destination.
Sam Bond’s was great fun, and we had the good fortune to crash with Brad and Asha. Not only are they great people, fun to hang out with, aspiring and brilliant professionals in beautiful and creative fields, and owners of lots of couch and floor space…. but they also are the world’s greatest purveyors of Band Breakfasts. This was our homemade Eggs Benedict. Yep. Brad made that sauce from scratch. Our road family is awesome.
A lot of people ask us (no one ever asks us) how we stay so fit and trim while we’re out on the road. Well. If you took the time to join up on our Instagram feed (@broscomatose), you would see regular and ridiculous photos of us at rest stops across the US firming up our pectorals, and flexing our quads. I was the lucky recipient of our last candid, rest-stop-cali
sthenics-photo-shoot. Note my awesome green lightning-bolt socks, please:
We stopped on the way to Bellingham to pick up our favorite videographer / road-warrior, the amazing Jessie McCall. Whilst stopped in Portlandia the ever-astute Josh noticed a giant puddle of important looking stuff pooling beneath the van. He is natural at respecting vans. Here he is with Alex – note the look of fatherly concern on Alex’s mustachioed brow. We do so love our van.
When the band decides to buy a commune and raise our little Brothers Comatose on a big farm where we alternate between touring and goat-herding, it will be in Bellingham. Hopefully very near to Jonah and The Roost. We met up with our old tour-chum Saturday night at his home-turned-venue. The opening band were our good buddies Juniper Stills – formerly Wyatt Parks and The Mute Choir. Here’s a photo of us jamming on the front stoop of the Roost, followed by the Stills rocking The Roost Stage:
And – following our traditional mind-bendingly great time had at The Roost, we follow it up with breakfast at The Copper Hog. Dear Copper Hog – your food is good, but we would like to register a complaint: Please bring back the Chicken and Waffles. It is the stuff dreams are made of.
Our last night was spent in Portland, Oregon. We were back at Mississippi studios and we loved seeing all our Portland family. We even got to hang out with some of our favorite musicians that we’ve met on our travels: Observe our Brothers Comatose hanging out with Portland’s Sisters Shook (from The Shook Twins, naturally):
The van made it all the way home on Monday, and she’ll be at the doctor all the next few weeks. Looks like some steering and transmission issues have been raised. I’m sure it will be very easy to fix, and extremely affordable.
We head out for the great South East again this weekend. A festival of Banjos and Barbeques, a week of club dates, and then Wakarusa. Keep your eyes here for more photos and updates, folks. Thanks for being such sweet folk to us, and for coming out to the shows, for putting us up on couches, for dancing, and letting us pursue this madness of a touring life.
We are back.
Weary, exhausted, happy, and full of fond and jangly memories of the weekend. Thanks to you amazing folk for coming out and dancing with us. The full photo-blog is up now. Enjoy.
In the meantime – thank you to Chico, CA for kindly selling out the room at the Sierra Nevada Brewing Company! On a Tuesday night!! Can’t wait to see you all tomorrow night to thank you in person.
Welcome to my joys, ladies and gentlemen:
That is my Stellachoke. She is rare and delicious. She and my amazing bride made the camping trek down to Big Sur for Hipnic. We were a full family unit on Mothers Day Weekend. Do you know that fruit / veggie stand on the side of Highway 1 right around Moss Landing? The one that advertises things that seem alien and impossible? 10 avocados for a dollar? Well, we stocked up there. That’s where I snapped this shot of the rare Stellachoke. The drive down was gorgeous. Highway 1 to Big Sur is incredible. We rolled into camp late, set up tents, made fires, opened cases of Lagunitas, and enjoyed a Big Sur weekend that was never for a moment foggy, damp, or windy. It was perfect.
(Our camp photographer, Ryan, either a.) getting Artsy b.) accidentally taking a picture whilst falling asleep by a campfire c.) taking one last photo before sacrificing his technology to the altar of outdoorsy-camping-and-roughing-it.)
Did I already mention that the weekend was glorious with its weather? I did? Well, in case thou didst not believe me, here is another example of Captain Avellone’s Photo-Vision-Quest: He found himself in a mountain paradise with friends we made in an LA parking lot years ago. Turns out they staked a claim in the heaves of Big Sur. Ryan knew we wouldn’t believe him so he, wisely, documented the sunset from his lofty perch:
I know, I know. A music festival is only partially about the people you’re with and the perfect, balmy, Mother’s Day weather. It is also in large part about the music. Luckily for us, a festival put on by The Mother Hips and Folk Yeah is a festival where we are going to be awash in the sounds we would want to be hearing all day every day. The lineups were ideal, the performances were lush and sweet and warm, and the setting was Big Sur. A stage in front of a giant meadow and hills and redwoods and blue skies. Here’s an example featuring our favorite people to ever sling guitars: Our Beloved Gramblers:
We had the honor of playing the closing set on Sunday. We warmed up for the event all day by swimming in rivers and lounging in campsites drinking coffee. When we actually did get to work, we were warming up in a glade of dappled shadows, on the banks of a rippling creek. My family was all around, my lovely bride and the Mother of our child was by my side all weekend, and it was Mothers Day, and our friends were thick both on the stage and off, and everything in the world was right and good.
Thanks to all of our friends that came out to the festival and hung out with us and brought us bourbon-sweet-potato pies. We love you all. Thanks to the Mother Hips for being an example of how to get a festival together as a thinly veiled disguise for a giant weekend party with all of your favorite people.
We now head into the great Northwest. See you on the happy trails, folks.
We had the glory and honor of playing Hipnic V over Mothers Day Weekend.
The Mother Hips know how to throw a festival. Cozy, intimate, great music from start to finish, in the middle of Big Sur. The Mother Hips are amazing, and if you *dare* to disagree, watch this video and listen to this sweet, sweet, dirty riffage:
And please notice that we are on a mini-tour this weekend to the Northwest. Eugene, Bellingham, Portland! See you in mere days.
Hail Hail, Red Vanimal Shag.