Baton Rouge

This town had no character. At no point was there anything that made me feel like I was in one town in particular: anonymous streets, buildings, and trees. Some of it was pretty nice, but none of it was at all unique.

It does have lots of characters though. We stayed with Kat, and she, her roommate Sean, and their friends were easily the best thing about that place and reason enough to come back. Good people, involved in really interesting stuff. They also played host to some train-hopping bluegrass musicians, who were all fun to drink with. They played me "Rattlin Bug" even though they hate it.

We played a bar above a restaurant called Avoyelles. That place was dead! Luckily we had brought the whole crew we had previously met and everyone had a good time. We brought a bunch of percussion and everyone was part of the band, including random kids that wandered in. Plus they paid us a bunch of cash plus food!

We also opened for a metal band at this concert venue / coffee shop / highschool hangout called Insomkneeacks. Everything about that show was an accident but it was all good times anyway. They moshed to our slow songs. I love the guy that runs that place, he makes no money off it but he keeps it open because he wants kids to have somewhere to hang out, even though they don't buy his cofffee. These people didn't pay us, and the kids tipped us $2.38. Haha. Booking shows from three time zones away can be hit and miss.

We stopped getting work done in Baton Rouge, which was terrible. We still had tons to do: book shows for the last 3 weeks of the tour, do more web promotion, and so on. Terrible. Did we get back on track? You know the drill, read the next entry.