Hatchet have hit the road for a tour across the United States opening for Doyle, and in the spirit of keeping the world informed, we’re hosting a tour diary with the band. Check out the third entry below, and go here for all their tour dates and ticket info.
Captain’s Log: Chapter 3
I get lethargic. Spend so many hours staring at the ceiling of a van and you get like that. It’s like the feeling of intense anxiety you get when you know there’s something you COULD be doing…but aren’t. And then that feeling completely paralyzes you from doing anything at all.
Someone tell me they know how that feels…
After meeting the few, the proud, the West Virginians, we were ‘graced’ with another two days off from the Doyle tour – enough time for a headliner in Kentucky and a day off to get us to Lincoln, Nebraska.
Vega’s is a venue located on the second floor of an office complex in scenis downtown Lincoln. It’s a college town, which means two things:
1) It’s a safe area (a nice change of pace)
2) Every block is crammed with a craft brewery, a local pizzeria, and multiple indie coffee shops. And all are filled with your standard, douchey, bro-tank wearing college bros and their educated, ‘socially conscious’ white girlfriends.
You PC, bro?
The venue had also been rented out by a tech company before our show to film a live podcast about entrepreneurship. At least we got to hang out with the local nerds before we rocked out with some sick Nebranskaneers.
That brings us to October 1st. Doyle & co. are scheduled to play one of my most favorite venues of all time, Sunshine Studios Live – Colorado Springs. The kind of place where the staff is super awesome and super helpful, and the crowd is receptive and always gracious. Seriously, every tour should come here.
Of course, what kind of Clayton would I be if I didn’t talk some shit? Today’s target practice is one of the locals that oh-so-pleasantly opened the show. I won’t name-drop because I’m not a COMPLETE asshole…but #ohmygod what a train wreck. Nay, a national tragedy.
Imagine Rammstein. Now, take away everything awesome about Rammstein. Put a fat Marilyn Manson up front with a camo trench coat and tape a super-edgy hunting knife to the end of his microphone. Need a drummer? Fuck a drummer. You got a DJ/hypeman hybrid that pushes buttons, jumps around, and pulls balloons out of a Glad bag for super-edgy Manson to stab with his cat murdering microphone ensemble. Oh, and throw some silly string in there just to fuck up everyone’s night and give the venue staff more shit to clean.
It sucks how incredibly, superiorly misguided their gimmick was, because they were actually pretty nice guys. Unfortunately, they’re THAT band. You know, the one with a ‘manager’ who’s biggest claim to fame was probably getting them on a (presumably) pay-to-play show with Doyle.
…and if any of you guys happen to read this, I am SO SORRY.
Tomorrow we’re in Salt Lake, much love everyone!
– Clayton
