Friday, August 8, 2008
2009: Plaid visits middle America
It's official. We're already counting down. On July 20, 2009, we will kick off the third annual Plaid summer tour. PlaidNation 2009 will take place in the midwest.
We haven't yet planned a route - so if you live in the land-locked states and would like a visit from Plaid, just let us know. (darryl AT thinkplaid DOT com)
We've got a vanload of super cool ideas for PlaidNation III that we're nearly wetting our pants to tell you about. But we'll have to wait. Until at least 2009. Start paving the roads, mid-westerners. Plaid is coming to town.
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Cincinnati!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is like a Trip of Torture. Land locked Midwest in July?
(Weepy blues guitar, with plenty of sweaty sting. Slinky, funky highhat w/ kick and snare joins in with slutty, nasty bass at about :15. Narrator is male or female, tired, nearly pissed off.)
That kind of day, when stepping out of the safety of the AC for a couple of seconds causes your hair to become wet underneath as your shirt gains weight from the soaked-up moisture, gushing from pores you never knew could sweat; when the promise of momentary cooling from an afternoon scattered shower just misses your neighborhood by a zip code; when relief is your head submerged in a not-cool-enough pool, and coming up for breath means beads of perspiration forming on your forehead as soon as your face hits the air; when as the sun is finally and slowly diving, casting light through your neighbor's sprinklers, you run and grab the camera, convinced you are seeing God's Light, when in truth you are just temporarily delusional, hallucinating from exposure; when standing over a grill in the evening to test your just-invented but never-attempted Lime & Pepper Breast of Chicken™ might be likened to fishing in a molten lava river. In midsummer. In Hell.
Jetpacks: don't you live in Florida??
You forget - first tour ended in Texas - the hottest place on earth during August. Last year had us driving through the desert in Nevada.
We're heat mongers. Just ask Bill Green. He loves the heat. :)