I’m back with a charged computer.  Huzzah!

Louisville-  I honestly don’t remember too much about this show.  I remember the show seemed to drag on for a while, and that there was a guy with full on gauntlets in the second row while we played.

We filmed our music video for “Consume, Devour, Repeat” the next day in Cincinnati.  A charming young lad named Andy Reale directed the video.  He used to play guitar for Symphony in Peril, just for the record.  The location for our shoot was an abandoned brewery in downtown.  Just a tip, if anyone says something is “kinda in the ghetto”, they really mean that it is “definitely in the ghetto.”  Our video shoot was definitely in the ghetto.  I walked up the street to get a drink as a guy walked parallel to me on the opposite side of the road and screamed “birthday!” at me as loud as he could.

Making the video itself is probably the most strenuous thing I have ever done in my life.  Far be it from me to complain about having to shoot a music video with a full crew, but believe me, it was hard work.  We played the song about thirty times, with the emphasis being on rocking out about ten times as hard as we do live.  We all have sore backs and necks, large portions of my right arm are purple, and I managed to concrete the back of my hair from all of the cement dust in the air.  I am fairly certain that I caused my body irreversible damage making this video, but just viewing the monitor replay tells me that the damage is going to be worth it.  The video should be amazing, look for it in a month or so.  After the video we went to a mexican food restaurant in Colombus and had some hard-earned margaritas.

After dinner we went to a pharmacy so that I could get earplugs (because we have some hardcore snore action going on in this band, I’m not naming names) and so Chris could get some medicine for his cold.  In the parking lot we decided to see how far the Alrosa Village was from where we were.  For those who don’t know, the Alrosa Village is where Dimebag Darrell was murdered on stage.  Turns out it was six miles from us.  We put on “Cowboys from Hell” as loud as it would go, and set off to check it out.  This ended up being the most sobering experience of our tour.  Every member of the Famine is a diehard Pantera fan, and has their own stories about the way Pantera shaped our lives.  We pulled up to the empty club, which was in the middle of nowhere, and circled around to the back, where we found the door that the gunman used to enter the club and murder our hero.  The door was plastered with written tributes, and we took a few minutes to take in the gravity of the situation, and add our own written tribute to what we refer to as “our wailing wall.”  If you are ever in Colombus, go pay your respects.  Rest in peace, Dime.

Detroit-  I’m going to be positive about this one.  The show was not poorly attended, despite being up against a Dethklok show a few miles away.  Everyone was relatively kind to us, but really didn’t seem to be terribly into the show.  Honestly, Detroit Rock City was half asleep that night.  Hey, you win some, you lose some, right?  Playing Detroit did give Brent and I the amazing opportunity of introducing Mark and Andy to the world of the Insane Clown Posse, and to Juggalos.  Thanks to wikipedia for the information and thanks to Juggalos for the countless laughs at their expense.

That’s all for now, and remember, like KISS said…God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you.

Love,

-Nick