Driving, driving, eating, driving, yawning, driving, driving, driving, talking, driving, laughing, driving. Greg took the day off from driving. Mike made his debut behind the wheel. I found a big "T" in the brush which I'm going to turn into a bling necklace for the Memphis show. The weather gave Mike a reason to unveil his fastball.
We were reunited with John at The Pour Haus in Louisville. Loullville. Lllllvllle. The first southern accents were heard. We took a walk and a liking to Germantown with its rows of little columned houses that resemble six packs.
Louisville seems more laid back than our previous destinations. The show began with free jazz from The Six City Four. Two saxes, a trumpet, and a small trap set that produced distinct notes. It's refreshing to be paired with such disparate sounding bands at each stop. Softcheque followed with toy pianos and spooky female harmonies that rubbed against each other like polite roller derby.We headlined which allowed for more songs than usual. "Knob Creek" and "The Hamptons" made their first appearances on the tour, as well as our fake southern accents. Louisville encouraged the spectacle by delivering silly string to the stage, which was promptly used by Mike and Greg on Alan, who continued to set up "Moline" as a forlorn cum-covered pinata.
Afterward The Pour Haus shooed us out with Slayer. We found another bar with lots of pretty girls, other guys in bands, good beer, haircuts, a coin-op Moon Patrol, and Slint on the jukebox. It was like being an extra in Indie Louisville: The Movie.
Warren and Dane from Softcheque put us up in their wonderful home. In the morning we played pianos, ate delicious eggs 'n' trout, herbed sausage, french toast, and migas across from an aloof antique-hoarding curmudgeon.Hey Louisville. Nice tits.
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