In a big sky country

One of the dirty little secrets of the indie touring circuit is that there is not really anywhere to play between Minneapolis and Seattle -- more than half the country. (I've got nothing against Fargo; it's a lovely old frontier town and everyone was friendly, but there's not a lot of there there. It's not a prime market for what we do. The audience for live music is so small that the local weekly paper recommended that folks getting out of the Rob Zombie/Anthrax show at the Fargo Civic Auditorium head over to see us and Say Hi for a nightcap. You'd never see that kind of recommendation in the Voice.) But so you've got make a bunch of money on the east coast and midwest shows because you've got 1500 miles of gas, food and hotels in front of you. That most of the drive happens to be jaw-droppingly gorgeous, with epic landscapes in every direction, kind of cushions the blow. We're staying in the Lewis and Clark motel in the heart of downtown Bozeman, Montana. We all got kinda shitfaced at a hippy slash country bar, except DJ who hung back in the room and watched One Crazy Summer. I'm not sure who had the better evening: we got wasted and played some pool with the locals, but you can't deny the OCS.