Rodeo Tour Journal #2
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2008 RODEO US TOUR JOUNAL - 2
October 16, 2008
Mitchell, SD
Mitchell is the Rodeo's second home town. This is where our friends/video producers Cody and Troy (of Black Daisy) are from. Johnny, too. These cats get a lot of love here and it translates into a town full of kick-butt Rodeo fans. On the last two tours, I listened to Brent and Sugar talk and talk and talk about the 2006 Mitchell show as if it were a profound, mystical experience. Which is pretty annoying, but expectations were high for the show.
And it did not disappoint. On a Wednesday night, the Moonlight Bar was full with friends. During the whiskey baptism, Brent poured an entire bottle of Jack down the throats and over the faces of the fans. It was a great way to bounce back from the grueling, 24 hour drive.
Everything was going according to plan. We were riding high. Then, between sets, I destroyed whatever dignity I had. This is not an easy story to tell but Brent insisted.
A couple of the dudes and I walked to the apartment of a local guy who wanted to share some grass with us. I got pretty stoned. I had to poop. We'd been driving for 24 hours and some needs took a back seat. I did my business and flushed the toilet. Sit-down jobs are never really a picnic when you're high. This became a nightmare. I flushed the toilet and the water filled the bowl and kept rising. And rising. The more I hoped it would just stop, the higher it got. Slo-mo dread. Imagine my stoned horror as I watched water and other stuff crest the rim of the bowl and spill out onto our new friend's bathroom floor. Jesus.
I had to do the right thing. I opened the door and approached our host, "I just took a crap and plugged your toilet and everything got everywhere in your bathroom. It's bad. You can have a free CD." He just smiled and handed me a roman candle and we all walked outside and had a fireworks shootout.
Next stop: Minneapolis.








Comments (1)
See. You should have listened to your pasrents - drugs are for grown ups. But 24hr straight-thru driving...that's hard. Did it once from LA to St. Louis and the memeory is still with me decades later.