Shunkan hit the road and provided TGE with this diary.
These are the moments that I probably won’t remember or think of too often. Everything’s quiet and everyone’s waiting for the next stop. I kind of love it. Everyone’s here and we’ve got everything we need, and we’re on this weird little adventure together. I know they say that you get to know your band mates a little too well on tour and that you may not want to be around them again, but I think we all work so damn well together.
I’m in the house venue in Harrisonburg, and there’s a hole in the entryway. It’s a literal hole to the basement. I can definitely see this being in a horror movie as a plot device.
Everyone brought a different way to sleep every night. I forgot my pillows and blankets, so I’ve been gathering any soft elongated material I can find. It’s amazing how much a proper blanket will make you feel like you’re home again. Nevertheless, I think I can make this work!
We’ve been traveling through the Carolinas for hours! A lot of natural beauty on the road... but can you have too much of a good thing?
It’s the morning after Harrisonburg. I’m super tired, but first thing’s first: input tour data in a spreadsheet! ;) Our host Julia was so lovely. A woman who wandered into the house after the show last night did a stand-up routine about Taco Bell and public hair. We got to smoke her vape.
So. Many. Pancake houses in Virginia. Specifically, Williamsburg. Heavenly.
We can’t decide if the house we’re staying in Atlanta is a haunted house or an American Football house. Both is definitely a mood.
We walked all over Manhattan right before soundcheck. We took a train from Brooklyn and the subway was so much cleaner. I’m starting to get why people love this city.
Day of first show in Atlanta! Plan of the day: get the best BBQ in the city. It’s really humid. Everyone is really nice.
think this is the only photo I got of our manager! She’s the literal best!
We just played in a basement in Harrisonburg, Virginia. It’s not too humid. A bunch of people just went to go to a place called Cookout and urged us to go as soon as possible.
I can’t tell you how many weirdo dreams I’ve had about finally visiting New York. One of them consisted of the Statue of Liberty dancing ritualistically. She was pretty beautiful.
Also Traz can’t get over how small she looks in his phone camera.
My manager Hannah is letting us stay at the cutest home in DC and the cat here is basically me: round, lazy, and has six toes. Just kidding about the last part. She has seven. Very much missing my kitty Sully right now!
First meal of the tour! We’re in a Waffle House near a high school. We all couldn’t fit at a booth so Ford volunteered to sit at the counter and suggested Traz to get everything on his waffle. It’s gonna be fucked up.
Yeah... I think we got too excited about finishing our first show. Dave is super hungover. I usually get Asian glow after one shot but having four and being able to smoke cigarettes in this Atlanta bar made me feel way cooler than I had any right.
I’ve been dealing with this pit in my stomach. maybe it’s from the traveling, but my anxiety isn’t helping. It wrenches my gut when there’s just enough space in between shows usually. However, when I realized that the energy in this basement was more electric than most shows I had been to in a long, long time... that was fucking blissful. The moshing, the yelling, the crowd singing along to the end of Pink Noise. They were just present. I was present. It was contagious and inspiring.
(note: photos from this show were the last of a destroyed roll RIP!)
Dave and I have a best friend from London, Kentucky who drove five hours to see us and it meant the world. He’s like a brother to me. We all talk almost every day. I already miss him
