July 12, 2005 - Idaho Falls, ID

Beep Beep Beep.
Beep Beep Beep.
“Hey George, does your phone have a ‘silent’ function?” asked Brook.
“Yeah, but I can’t hear it when it’s on silent,” replied George.

And so began our ten day tour with a fill in singer, an ever rotating bass player and a band that had never been on tour before and was in the middle of five weeks that weren’t going so well. We’ve never had the best luck on the road, so if there was any way things could get worse for everyone, we were just the band to make it happen.

Idaho Falls has always been good to us, and it’s always a good time when we go up there. The turnout is always decent (for a city of that size) and the people always made us feel right at home, so we try to go up there as often as we can. Of course, now 3 or 4 of the guys live in Salt Lake, but that doesn’t make it any less fun in Idaho.

The first show of the tour is always a little sloppy, and this was no exception. We’d never played in front of an audience with Brook singing and George hadn’t played with us outside of practice either. Dan Fletcher was still technically our bass player, but he decided that he needed to grow up, be responsible and not miss any classes at school. Therefore, he couldn’t make it. No matter though, George knew our songs pretty well, and could at least pretend he knew what was going on even if he did get lost.

The show went well enough, but we were a little sloppy. I don’t think anyone minded though, because we still brought the mosh and sometimes that’s all that matters. We decided against spending the night in IF and driving through the night to Seattle. We had a day off the next day and just wanted to spend it up there hanging out and we figured Seattle would be a little bit more fun than Idaho—no offense Idaho.

With that, we said our goodbyes and piled in the van for the 12 hour trek to the Great Northwest.