Wednesday, June 29, 2005


posted by Majestic Ape at 6:54 PM

The drive to Spokane is intense. We are in the mountains all day. I risk getting busted for illegal headphone use because I listen to my I-pod while I drive. I don’t see a one cop during the entire 9 hour drive. Around 6:30, we get off the highway in Spokane. We drive several miles through industrial parks and pull up on a dirty street in front of the Molotov Room. There are several large male crusty punks standing around outside. They are identifiable by their black t-shirts, haircuts, tats, and various studded jewelry. They search our bags for drugs before we are allowed to enter the club. We walk up a giant flight of stairs and the one female employee, Brittney, gives me a bag of chips. Then I’m told the show is cancelled. Awesome! Playing to a huge empty room on a 15 foot high stage couldn’t have been that much fun. We ask where we can get some veggie food. One of the crusty guys shouts down the street to his friend.

“Hey, Dave! Where did Nick used to get vegetarian food?”

Dave answers, “Dude, I don’t know, dude, Nick lived in a van.!”

We go eat some burritos and haul ass to Seattle.


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