Monday, January 12, 2009

Dalton Georgia

Good morning everyone. It's 10:36 on Tuesday morning here in Dalton, Georgia. Not much going on around here except for a bunch of kids who crave good music. Rumi and The Test Dream played a wonderful gig on Friday at the Venue. The Venue is Dalton's all-ages spot where everyone from high-school to adults come to watch the South (and now the North's ) best acts. Rumi and The Test Dream were thrown into the middle of the Venue's famed Metal Night. Both bands may not be the heaviest music in the land, but for what we lack in brutality we make up for in rock and roll soundscapes that represent the most psychedelic paisley patterns on your crazy uncle Rico's couch from his haydays throwing the football over "dem dair mountains". Dalton loves us and we love them back. A big thanks to Suzie and Devon (mother and daughter team extradonaire) for running the Venue and letting us snag some extra Raman. The road is hard and Raman eases the pain.

Saturday was spent with finding lunch, resting vocal chords, drinking coffee and preparing for another night at the Venue. I would like to personally thank the Mexican restaurant in the shopping center on the Cleavland Highway for providing a few of us with the best lunch had in a week. After resting up, we made our way over to the Venue only to find out that the long awaited Hardcore Night already had nine bands ready to play and there was no room for us. Suzie appologized, we resident cat darted from car to car to avoid the rain and we left.

The night was spent celebrating the completion of the first week of tour by drinking some Busch beer, small nips of the finest liquors in the world and Ancient Age Kentucky Bourbon and eating some Wendy's. I'm very thankful for Dan's presence on this tour. He's a nice guy, likes good music and is a former Wendy's employee. With his vast knowledge of the Wendy's menu I was able to have the best drunken fast food experience since the days of White Castle on Bell Blvd. Thanks Dan.

Now it is time to check out of the hotel room and hit the ole' dusty trail.


- Harry

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