We were excited to play at the South Bay Pub on July 16, as Olympia is one of my favorite towns lots of busking lots of anarchists lots of cool music stores record stores and super rad. It’s where the crapfest that is I-5 from north of Seattle through to Tacoma finally ends. South Bay Pub is a nice little restaurant and bar but there were some kids in the audience, which always throws me cuz we can’t really do my Baby Likes to Smoke a Bong While I Go Down on Her Putong, it’s All Fucked, My Daddy Has a Great Big Pee Pee, Pretty Girl (‘you make me stiffer than a methodists ministers pecker’), Ain’t No Grave (i did you in the hayloft and in the bathroom stall/ I’d do you in a church even if I had to crawl) etc etc. Maybe I should just not worry about it and accept it as educational. ‘Daddy, what’s a putong? What’s a methodist ministers pecker?’ ‘Mommy, what’s that man mean when he says he did his girlfriend in the bathroom stall? What’s a dopesmoker? Why do they want to burn down the high school?’
Anyhoo, we had fun and we got to swear and deride crapitalism and sing about sex during the 2nd set. But the real highlight of the evening was when our new barmaid friend Jenny let us camp in her and her boyfriend Phil’s backyard. Their place was a short walk from an inlet of Puget Sound, and we were surrounded by massive douglas firs and rainforest and we stayed up all night drinking delicious local beer and sampling some very fine products from their garden. Jenny is hella into sustainable farming and is rad as fuck and Phil until recently made his living by jumping out of planes to fight forest fires. Jenny came up with the great line ‘boozshie as fuck’ which we adopted with great enthusiasm to the point of renaming it the crapfest boozshie as fuck tour.
Our daytime show at the Mirkwood Vegetarian Restaurant, bar, and tattoo parlor was yesterday Sunday July 17. It didn't get off to a great start when Kristy, who was going to run a yoga class to get crew revved up for us as the opener, cancelled. But it was worth playing cuz the venue was a former Methodist church built in the early 1900's. It's not every day I get to sing about Methodist Minister's peckers in an actual Methodist church. Wish I had my pics of the stage and inside of the venue but alas all the pics I took got trashed via my phone's aforementioned foray into my toilet the day before we left...