The Physics of Meaning Tour Blog #6

The Physics of Meaning are out on the road all over America. Here's an account of what they're up to in the recurring The Physics of Meaning Tour Blog.

Hart ATTACK! in Dallas and Lubbock.

Having stayed with Dylan's, Wylie's, and my parents during the first leg of our epic jaunt, there was one obvious portion of family left, and we finally got to it, as a wrap up to Familytime AND the end of our time in Texas: It was time to go see the Harts.

The family portion of our tour is so much more comfortable than the rest of our tour. We are all in beds every night. We eat like pigs. We have more time. There's always internet. It's amazing and unfortunate that these folks don't live a little more spread out. Of course, the "fuck shit up" portion of the tour remains, and beds/internet aren't really a matter of priority during those parts. ANYWAYS..

Daniel's parents are the sweetest, funniest, most accommodating people in Texas, and maybe Earth. Daniel's dad is an AMAZING cook. Everytime, I think I can loosely guess what he's going to throw at us, and I am always totally wrong and totally happy with it. The man is a wizard. Why, it was during a stay in Dallas that I first introduced the boys to one of the great wonders of the internet...a clip of E.T. getting intimate with a group of people dressed like extras from the music video for "tonight, tonight." If you haven't seen it...seek it out. So many memories. There is a HUGE collection of figurines of Kiwi birds in the house (daniel's mom is a New Zealander).

We played two shows in Dallas, a house show and a club show. Honestly, I had such a good time hanging out with Daniel's parents that neither show left much of an impression on me. I remember that the house show was at our friend Evan's house, and that it was packed and that Evan was super accommodating. I only remember 2 things about the club show:

1) It was pretty boring and the dirty power fucked with our gear AND
2) Dylan and I are the KINGS of playboy video poker. You have to win 7 hands to see a movie...it was an EPIC PARADE OF NIPPLES. I didn't even care if we played after that kind of amazing success.

We reluctantly left Dallas, after another barrage of amazing dining and laughing it up with Daniel's mom and dad. And we headed for...

...LUBBOCK! Home of wild dogs, Texas Tech, and the city's own unique strand of STD's that we were warned about upon our first visit! YES!!!

Our shows in Lubbock have always (much like Dallas) been overshadowed by the fun of staying with Daniel's brother, Justin. Justin is super smart and hilarious and has a real deep voice and an incredible collection of movies...though it doesn't matter, because everytime we're at his house, we just watch "Roadhouse." See, you really only need one movie.

"These guys are too STUPID to have a good time!"

In our visits to Lubbock we've played a sort of punk community space, and we've played a club called Bash Riprocks or something like that (we played the latter with a group called "goblin cock"...I'm not kidding). We like Lubbock, but both of those shows...left something or another to be desired, and when we showed up to the big (and quite empty) Rocky Larue's, I was feeling like we were probably heading into the 3rd and worst of our Lubbock performances. We didn't mind, though. Justin also plays violin, like Daniel...well, not LIKE daniel, but he also plays...anyways, he plays very well, and he was going to sit in with us during Oregon, which we were all very happy about, the rest be damned. But, to our pleasant shock, the club filled up! A lot of familiar faces from our previous trips through town, and a TON of new ones, all really excited! Despite being in a really movie-typical honkytonk kind of a bar, they even got quiet for the quiet songs! We were so happy with this show! Lubbock really climbed from "charmingly terrifying" to "charming...and a little scary" that night. A darkhorse favorite for my favorite night of the tour so far.

Goodbye, Texas. This was the best visit yet. I miss you already.

here comes the fucking desert. Barf.

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