Saturday, August 9, 2008

Cafe Du Nord 8.8.08 Photo Blog

We stopped for foods shortly after passing through the grapevine.

Is it just me or does this panda seem like he's completely full of shit?

Once we were done playing, we got fucked up.

We arrived back at the hotel around 2:00 a.m. to discover, much to our disappointment, the pool had closed. Never one to pay attention to "rules", I told the hotel receptionist that I was going to do a cannonball into the pool at 3:30 a.m. I'm a man of my word. As soon as I stuck my head above the water after my initial plunge, I was greeted by the presence of hotel security and I said, "Hey! How's it going?" The hotel employee replied, "Okay...... so...... you can speak English and I'm guessing you're not illiterate so how about you get out of the pool now?" I respectfully went back to the hotel room and drank more beer.

This is the picture Regilio took that was suppose to be me in the middle of the air in cannonball form. He was drinking a decent amount.

We all made it back to Los Angeles safely. The bands we played with at Cafe Du Nord were amazing. LSD and The Search for God were dreamy and entrancing, Hot Lunch melted faces, and Assemble Head In Sunburst Sound were incredibly nice guys that blew minds on stage. San Francisco, we'll be seeing you again shortly. Special thanks to our tour manager, Mickey. Goddamnit, Mickey!

Saturday, August 2, 2008

What does the goddamn line say Tony?

Danger week has continued to roll along for Useless Keys. Yesterday, Regilio managed to smack his shin into a fire hydrant as Guylaine and I strolled along the Venice boardwalk with him. He hobbled around for the remainder of the day. Later in the evening upon returning to his apartment, he tripped down some steps and faceplanted himself on his driveway. I guess you could say I "got caught up in the spirit of things" and sprained my ankle falling down a small set of stairs shortly thereafter. If you are ever in the Atwater Village neighborhood, I'm certain I'd be easy to spot these days; I'm the guy waddling down the sidewalk like a penguin, tending to a twisted ankle and a broken back.

Guylaine had a show last night with Sky Parade at a new venue in LA (Il Corral's old space) where she successfully blew out her eardrums. The room was all brick, incredibly narrow and her head was positioned inches away from a crash cymbal for 45 minutes. No one ever said that being a rock n' roller was easy.

Musically, UK's have been preparing new songs and tightening the set in preparation for our August shows in San Francisco and Los Angeles. We are playing at Cafe Du Nord on August 8th and Spaceland on August 29th. Our set time for both of the shows is 9:30pm. There's also been recent chatter concerning t-shirts in Camp UK. Be on the lookout for those. I hear they are Christmas 2008's "Ultimate Stocking Stuffer".

Lastly, UK's have been enamored over the past 24 hours by yet another youtube video. Meet Jack Rebney. He likes to cuss. "Get outta here you fucking flies." Personally, my favorte moment of the video is when Jack says to Tony, "Thank you very much, I appreciate that Tony, don't slam the fucking door!"

m to the b.