September 12th. Columbus, OH

Where to start? I have been excited about this show. Our friend Emilie lives here. We have known her for a long time and all have some sort of relationship with her. She helped us with other dates and the tour, and her new band that we are playing with (aptly named OHIO) is really good and we have been listening to the single the entire way here. So I feel pretty positive about the show in general. Not to mention that I am excited to see Emilie and meet her friends and band mates. We rolled into town pretty early, Emilie was still at work, but her roommate Fifer and a few other friends were at the house hanging out. The weather was so nice. Cassie and went straight to the backyard and soaked up some rays. Everyone at the house was awesome and really nice, we talked about religion, and drugs, and kids television shows. Emilie came home hugged us and gave us beers, we ate dinner that Fifer made and it was so good. It is really weird when spaghetti and salad tastes like the best thing you have ever ate. But it did. I have had numerous tour experiences with spaghetti on tour and I can remember it being so good each time. It is never quality sauce or expertly cooked but dammit it's always good. I remember eating spaghetti in Colorado with Nham,Young and Willy while on tour with Destroy Miranda that was so good. I remember it perfectly. Anyways enough about the fucking food. Wait in Columbus we also had these little cupcakes that were AMAZING. Thanks for the grub.

Once we were done stuffing ourselves we loaded up some equipment and headed for the Legion of Doom, a punk rock house nestled in the center of sorority hell. I have never seen so many jock dudes in my life. It was weird, the main strip next to the College looked like Mill Ave. in AZ but even worse! The L.O.D. was just an old house resting in the middle of it all. We parked and Emilie, Fifer, Clint and I walked up to the house. A really skinny dude opens the door, walks right past us while talking on a cell phone and ignores us for 5 to 10 minutes. Then tells us we can load in. The basement is set up really well. There is a area for merch, a stage, P.A., everything you need to run a great punk house. Sans the punks. Now when I say punks I don't really mean the stereotype mohawk, stud belt, Crass fan. I mean a community minded person, open, willing to learn, help, fight for what they believe in. I am talking about the ethics not the standard. I am punk. People we know who run houses in Portland are punk. They come and talk to you, try and form some sort of relationship and build a sense of community in the process. This wasn't like that. Everyone from the house stayed up stairs the entire time. I walked into the kitchen and said "Hey do you guys know where the bathroom is?" 7 of the 8 people in the kitchen just stared and then one guy points and says that there is someone using it. Thats it. That is all anyone from the house said to me. Ohio played, the P.A. was fucked kind of, I am not sure what was wrong since I had never used it before but some sort of wiring problem. The song I had heard was awesome so thats all that mattered to me. Junkface played and people stared, no one came down from the house that I could see. A few girls fake danced. It sounded good down there though. During their set people started to trickle out. By the time we were setting up all that were left were the fake dancers who were discussing where they should go while we were setting up to play. One of the girls told us to have a good set and said we would be called when she visited Portland and that she will get our numbers from Emilie. Oh thanks, I look forward to that call.
-Aaron