Lil road trip eh?
Sounds good to me.

The Summer doldrums have begun to set in: Angels and Dodgers are both sucking, the kids are sleeping in til 1pm after staying up on Facebook til 3, and there’s enough goddamn sunlight left when ya get home from work that you feel guilty for not cleaning out the garage.
Meh—let’s get the fuck outta here!

First touchdown in New York to play the gala Big Takeover anniversary show for ol chum Jack Rabid.

Preparations?
Well, we’ve been watching Bourdain and Man vs Food with a notepad open and pen poised for these last few months, jotting down any joints that look appealing….

Oh right. We gotta play some gigs too, eh?

What better way than a little warmup at the local Puka Bar…….

Question: Can we never again play a local show without the dicknose clown stealing away our spotlight?

Alright then.
NYC to the Jersey Shore to meet up with our ol pals in Kraut @ Brighton Bar…

….haul ass up to Boston for a matinee:

And back to the wilds of Albany for Monday Punk night @ Valentine’s!

Tuesday night in New Haven for a gig @ Café 9, and then a Yanks daygame vs Toronto on Wed before hoppin over to UK….

Land @ Heathrow and get over to Bath with ol pals Valdez…

..and then the sparkling Rebellion Fest in dear old Blackpool!

End it up with a proper pub gig @ Camden’s Dublin castle , and then make our way back to where they all know your name….

Check back soon for exclusive road updates from yer ol pals @ CH3!

As the man in row 17 kicks off his shoes–no socks!–and lays full out across 3 seats with his toddler kids on his ample belly, the squat troll beside me shifts in his sleep and emits a luxurious fart.
Somewhere behind me a baby screams, and the Korean couple across the aisle decide now is the time to open the jar of kimchi they’ve been saving for lunch.

I have to remind myself that I am not on the Mumbai Rajdhani Express.

No, this is Southwest Airlines, people!

Alright, enough with the bitching about air travel, we got work to do!

I eventually end up on the East Coast, a night before the fellas, and check into the swanky Holiday Inn Express in Brooklyn.

Did I say Holiday Inn Express? phfft…believe me, this joint is on par with the finest Holiday Inns, period!

Had just enough time to drop the bags and grab a drink or 2 at the Cherry Tree before the effects of pressurized cabin atmosphere and gravity itself threatened to bring me to my knees. A bite to eat and bed, but what to eat?

Ya know, I had grand visions of late night dining in the big city, perhaps meeting up with Eric Ripert after his shift and eating roasted bone marrow off the eyelids of a supermodel….

But no. What do I find open in the city that never sleeps, hmm?
How about a Citgo station where the kindly Nigerian attendant let me use the microwave…….

The usual first night shenanigans, Cherry Tree and Trash Bar, etc etc—-
Kimm takes a header walkin out of the bar, but we prefer to tell people he got wounded stopping 3 Muslim terrorists from raping a nun……

As noon breaks on Friday, day one of tour, it all comes back to me now. The hangovers and cramped rooms, irate maids knocking on the door and demanding if we wants our room did…..

Back on the road, and we take our positions as obedient and resigned as a prostitute strapping on the platform heels on Friday night, ready to sell herself all over again!

Another long lunch at the Paris Cafe, it’s back to Brooklyn and prepare (nap) for showtime.

Got to Bellhouse in time to catch Jack Rabid manning the skins for Springhouse….

…and check in with Swirsky to get the drink tickets and harass him regarding the backstage menu!

Good to catch up with the Avengers again!

And the best part of the night, we got to play out of Mick Ronson’s Marshall from his Bowie years!!

Here’s a first for you—They set up a volunteer fund to donate towards travel costs for the traveling bands on this night. We are not used to such generosity and kindness!

What next? Punk rockers cleaning seagulls in the Gulf?!

Just a great night, and after the set we got to catch up with a million friends old and new.


After the show, a leisurely stroll back to the Holiday Inn, and what? Maybe a lil snack is in order?

Don’t let them tell ya fine dining is dead kiddo!

Night one under the belt, onto NJ to catch up with Kraut next!

Up on a beautiful morning in Brooklyn. Temps had been hovering in the high 90’s, humidity at Peri dish levels.

But it’s Saturday morning and 78 out, sweet Summer breezes float over the East River carrying the fragrance of fresh cut grass and freshly bathed puppies.
Let’s roll!

Over the bridge once more, and meet up with family for lunch at the Cowgirl Seahorse, a few touristy hijinks at the pier, then onto the city.

One last stop before leaving the city–yeah, you got it—We return to McSorley’s to settle the score with the irate waiters!

Alright already, a little friendly abuse and a parking ticket later, and we are done with this place!

Running early for a change, so we do the obvious and end up strolling the boardwalk, Jersey Shore…..

Brighton Bar in Long Branch, a truly rockin joint with the sweat of a thousand Saturday nights marinating its walls.

And then?

And then our long anticipated Reunion with our dear old pals in Kraut!

We do our little act, and then the mighty Kraut hit the stage!

The fellas have never sounded better, and we celebrate afterward with the traditional basket of cream corn fritters!

It’s a matinee tomorrow in Boston, so we reluctantly say goodbye to the boys and hit the road.

A long ass day finally surrenders to the next.
A fitful sleep, then onto Boston!

Out on the turnpike at 10 am, no time to bitch about lack of sleep or molding clothes, it’s the matinée day!

If you know anything about yer ol pals here at CH3, if there’s anything we love more than a fine cigar or an elegantly tailored waistcoat, it’s the rest areas of Connecticut!

After we exhaust our dozen blowjob and glory hole gags, we get back on the road and head into Boston proper….

The Middle East club on Massachusetts Avenue, home to a glorious lamb shank that rests on its final dignified nest of turmeric beans and couscous……

After we strip meat off femurs we wander into the upstairs lounge, sucking the marrow out of the bones that we will later sharpen into arrowheads that shall in turn kill the next animal to be braised!

Now yer talkin good old fashioned Sunday Punk Matinee action!!
Nothing But Enemies kicked things off with in yer face action,

and then Boston legends the F.U.’s took the stage and demolished the place!

The veteran Boston crowd graciously put up with our shenanigans:

We then took to the storied streets on a fine Summer evening, literally skipping across the cobblestones like giddy Catholic schoolgirls fresh out of Confession, souls light as feathers and ready to be blackened by the sins to come!

Ah, Boston—ya spoil us!

We sip our cognacs as a blissful moon floats over the Charles River, breathing in the last precious molecules of a Summer Sunday: We toast the town we gotta leave all too soon……

Morning brings another beautiful day in Boston…..

Get the van loaded and make sure all phones are charged, because in this day a band can’t survive more than 15 goddamn minutes without Facebook or Twitter!
Oh, how we long for the days of stolen phone card pin codes and Yugoslavian manufactured 2 stroke caravans!

Have to leave this town, but not before a lunch stop at McGreevys–pub and baseball museum….

We reluctantly say goodbye and head toward the turnpike again, but-what? we spot a bar across the way with the audacious name–Bukowski’s!

We storm in, ready to defend Chuck’s honor and destroy the joint if we spot a single appletini or red bull mixer on the chalkboard!

Turns out to be a proper dive after all though, so we once again make our final toast to the city and its gracious hosts.

Big sis Barbara Ann and her dashing hubby Larry offer us for a welcome break from the hectic city pace of the last few days.

We immediately each walk in different directions, an acre out into the silent woods, and luxuriate in the absence of people with strange accents!

Back into Albany and meet up with pals for pregame tuneup!

Caught local band
Bulldog Courage rippin through their set:

And that is how we ended up on stage once again after 27 years, in a little town called Albany, a joint we love!

This was a Monday night that put New Year’s Eve to shame!

Out with the crew on a balmy night, we wrap up another day far away, yet surrounded by people that make us feel right at home!

We wake up with the closing strains of Purple Rain still ringing in the ears, ironic and fitting as we each also have purple stained tongues from too many pomegranate Dirty Wheels—–specialty cocktail of the Palais Royale in Albany!

We load back into the van wordlessly, avoiding each others eyes, each of us thinking to ourselves that perhaps we’ve gone too far……..

We each say a silent prayer, promising God above no more fruity drinks at 3am and no dancing in front of strangers!!!

We scroll through the dozens of fry houses on the Hudson, searching for an acceptable lunch stop, when—whoa—off to the right!

It’s the fuckin Basketball Hall of Fame in Springfield Mass— Pull this buggy over!

After touring the facility and being disappointed that they didn’t have Wilt Chamberlain’s embalmed cock on display, we head next door for a little lunch……

New Haven Hotel, home to that most glorious of all things, the laundry room!!!

Also, 42 inch plasma screens, just the ticket as it’s Shark Week…

Or, over in the rhythm section room, the boys are catching up with Carrie and the gals…!

Strolled the town streets in the evening, taking in this great town:

Just around the block and we’re at Cafe 9, which immediately becomes our new favorite club in the world!

Caught ol pals 76% Uncertain rockin it up, just great!

And then once again your old chums take to the stage, knees creaking and stray hairs gleaming gray underneath the cruel stage lights….

A great night, lots of time after to catch up with old chums.

We load out and head back to the hotel, as Connecticut has a mercifully early closing time…..No leg splits and prancing out of the club at 4am for us on this night!

We’ve finished up the first leg of the trip in the states, onto the UK next, and fall asleep under puffy quilted comforters:
Bathed in the blue light of sharks swimming the flat screen, dreaming of England and adventures to come.

Said farewell to New Haven and headed back to NYC, regretfully to drop off Beenie as he does not have the proper papers to make it across the pond with us this time around.
Who knew having a brief past in porn would keep you within borders?!

Into the city for a last burger with Dermott at the Paris House:

Then a fond farewell to Bean Boy and family, before we all head out to our prospective airports.

Kimm and I prefer JFK with their new dining options, heading into the night sky on American and Virgin Atlantic respectively,

But the fellas will have nothing but Continental and good ol Newark as their stepping off point….don’t ask me why!

We make plans to meet up at the Heathrow Express Terminal in the morning, and also solemn pinky promises not to rat out on each other if someone gets caught without those pesky work permits!

It’s a quick flight over, as we are used to those 11 hour marathons from LAX.

Turns out it’s only, what? like six fuckin hours from New York?? How’s that work?
Barely enough time to sip a smart martini at the Virgin Upper Class Lounge and read the Journal and yer already there!

Turns out the brief flight works against us, as we each meet at Paddington Station and discover no one got any sleep on the flight over either!

Ah well, we’ve been here before. Cat Naps in the station and in the pub and in the train and in the club, and we’re fresh as daisies again!

Travel over complete, all members accounted for, finger and toes intact, and ready to continue a long day into night with a show in Bath…..