Thursday, July 22, 2010

We came to Amarillo across the wild and beautiful high plains to play a show with our friend Merritt Fields. We got in to Amarillo around 5 o'clock and headed to Merritt's parents' house.  They fed us pizza and showed us pictures of Merritt as a baby.  Merritt claims that Amarillo would be a perfect place to film a cowboy zombie movie.  Turns out Merritt is right.  Amarillo is weird. We played at a place called 'the Nat', an old indoor swimming pool that was once a fancy dance hall that hosted people like Duke Ellington, Ray Charles, and Hank Williams.  It is now a cavernous dilapidated building where underage people can buy beer at the mini mart next door and then trip balls while they listen to music and bounce around among the broken chairs and aging stage equipment.  The bill for the night was quite eclectic.  Merritt. some say Leland.  Ska bands from Nebraska. Emo with some serious goth fashion influences.  More bands kept materializing.  It was an epic night.  Before we played, Adam, Stephen Smith, and I rode our bikes out to make some trouble outside the local middle school.  Adam beat Stephen and I at long jumping but then he fell off his bike while trying to conquer the mound.  Stephen Orsak and I found a weird mystery ball in the street.  After the show Linky and I swapped some stories with the Ska fellows who apparently just had an encounter in Lubbock with some people that they deemed 'too gay' and then Merritt took us back to his parents' house for the night.

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