In Nashville we stay with two lovely girls. We head downtown to Broadway to see music before the gig which is in a massive warehouse. It was fun. We had video games in the changing rooms. The boys shoot stuff whilst I drink rum.
Next up is New Orleans. Yep! New Orleans! Too excited. We pull into what looks like the coolest town ever…people playing music all over the streets and GOOD music too. Wow! Bourbon street is crazy but wow must not forget we have a gig! The town is ready to party and that’s what we intend to do!
Then the last two days take us to Texas. Now these really do have to be HUGE party nights. Mosh pits, crowd surfing and drinking are essential.
Not too sure what happened in Dallas. Surprisingly, Dan has a memory of drinking an Irish Car Bomb. The wonderful Dave Hause gave me, dan and my hand luggage a lift to the hotel…against his will apparently.
Houston. Last night. All feel a little ropey, but hell – if we don’t take it tonight we’ll regret it! The gig is great as predicted. As I start crowd surfing Rosco dives off the stage and over the barriers. Amazing. I want to do that! Later in Floggings set I ask Dave to sort out a diving board and get my swimming costume and hat on…off I go…woooooaaaahhhh!
Later there’s more drinks had in the bar and on the bus. Let’s make sure we do all this again folks!
A Massive Thank you to Flogging Molly! For having us on the bus, on the stage and on the tour! It has been incredible sharing your crowds with you, opening up for you and drinking with you! Cheers!
We wake up feeling like rotten eggs, eggs that have been rotten for some time. Michael feels so rotten that he is actually at the hospital with acute bronchitis. Most miss breakfast and we have a 5 hour drive to Myrtle Beach.
Our new friend Dave Hause is picked up and off we go…one light relief is that the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina has an Alligator park right next door so I get to check out the jurassic creatures before the gig.
The gig goes off though and we all have fun over pints of rum again…merch tables are turned over and I wrestle Dave into a sink and pour water all over him…oops! Time to be taken home..not such a bad hangover the next day surprisingly!
I have a good feeling about Atlanta…and it was confirmed as almost the whole places is moving and surfing. It almost feels like they’re here to see just us…don’t worry – we know they’re there to see the almighty Flogging Molly but its nice to think it when you’re jumping around in front of them! Oh and I swear someone tried to take off my pants when I went surfing! Naughty! That reminds me – the guy in the kilt who flashed me – I admire your bravery but why not try it in New York sometime soon huh?!
Florida tomorrow…along way but there’s a BBQ lined up…I only hope I am awake enough to enjoy!!
Arriving into New York is one of the most exciting feelings I’ve had yet. Am I going to love it or hate it! As we drive through town I see all the yellow cabs, tall buildings and steam pouring out of the roads. Love it!
Our first port of call is a Balcony TV recording session. Even leaving the car into the reception has me in freezing agony do you can imagine how we felt on the roof top waiting for everything to be in place. That’s right freezing cold! The view is amazing though and it’s such a pleasure to meet the Golightly Press crew and Jamie from SideOneDummy that we brush off the coldness and knock out Rollin Over. Very quickly!
Next we head over to the venue after picking up keys to our apartment. We’re very excited to play the Roseland Ballroom. An amazing venue. I have to say though, I am at least a little nervous. So many pals and supporters back stage. I only hope tonight is as much fun as the rest. The Flagon soothes the nerves, the sound is great and before I know it, the bass drum and bass are crowd surfing. All is great fun! Here’s to party George for letting us perform Forty Pound Wedding!
Pic by Forest Woodward – https://www.facebook.com/ForestWoodwardPhotography
After the show I am excited to see an old school friend Liam. We and the rest of the gang proceed to get pretty drunk back stage before selling more merch. A good party for sure.
Camino and Rosco go AWOL for the next 24 hours. We see them again on Monday morning for press red and bleary eyed. There’s many a story to tell but too long for here! In the meantime you can check out what our new and dear friend Rosco does when he’s not crowd surfing to Seventeen Summers!
For the first time in the last month or so we get to sleep in the same bed twice. Result! Better make it a good’un then. We book ourselves into the hotel opposite the House of Blues. Two plush rooms with 4 comfy beds. No hot tub unfortunately but I can’t complain.
Michael and Rosco decide to join Nathan from Flogging Molly for dinner at the Green House Tavern whilst the rest of us get a bite quickly and jump into the nice big white comfy beds! They eat everything on the menu and report that it was one of the best dinners they ever had.
I have pigs tongue and wings for breakfast and you know what, I think I quite like tongue!
Next day we had two TV things to do so we’re up early and go do our stuff then head straight to the venue for sound check. I do my usual workout at this time and have a beer.
Theres fun as Rosco stands on the barricades to play drums, Michael waltzes in the crowd and I pass the Flagon around. The crowd goes absolutely crazy for Flogging then we all go to an Irish pub to play some tunes and drink more. I didn’t expect to be drinking straight tequilas, be offered a foursome, dance on tables or chip a tooth but all happened!
Surprisingly I didn’t feel too bad waking up. Fortunately it’s a day ‘off’ or rather a whole day travelling to philadelphia to see our old friend Maura Anne.
Still in the car after 8hours with another 2 hours to go. It has rained the whole way. We have been bored, hence, listening to self help audio books on how to kiss goodbye to your comfort zone.