Ewok and Roll

What's happening, everybody?
This is Chap Stique reporting from the gorgeous, perfectly-climated city of San Diego, where everybody seems to be a character from Disney's Johnny Tsunami (a hilarious movie I watched when baby-sitting once).  Unfortunately, we go onstage somewhat soon, so this blog may be slightly shorter than usual.  Please accept my apologies.

So...guess what today is?  First of all, it's the San Diego Warped date.  Secondly, it's the day after the 1-year anniversary of my proposal to Sarah (my amazing wife).  Thirdly, it's three days after Crouton and Fatty's birthday.  Fourthly, it's the first day that we are allowed to sell physical copies of Dance or Die at our shows!  Woo hoo!  I had the privilege of gazing at our apocalyptic pose on the cover, opening up the glorious jewel case to behold the innovative disc, and perusing the liner notes to indulge on our lyrics and thank-you's.  I just got done signing some at the Skelanimals booth, and it was insanely exciting to see them for the first time.  Dance or Die has been an incredible experience, and it's exciting to finally see the finished product.  I think you guys will dig it!  I LOVE the artwork, because it looks like a prog-rock record, and I think it looks spacey and futuristic.

Speaking of space, we went there on our days off!  Well, kind of.  As you well know, Warped Tour is brutal (usually 12 days in a row of shows, then a day or two off...then 12 more...1 or 2 days off), so our off days are precious.  We usually wash our stanky space suits, grab some Mexican food and watch a movie.  However, this time, Soul Glow requested a special trip into the redwood forest. 

I have always been a nerd about nature, but this particular experience was like no other.  We drove into the behemoth of a forest, walked through monstrous trees, and sprinted around like wild banshees.  I've never felt so primordial before.  It was like another planet.  Nadaddy and I searched for Ewoks (to no avail) while Soul Glow and Crouton pretended to be velociraptors (I hope that spelling is correct...it's not a part of my daily vocabulary).   For some reason, whenever you feel insignificantly small in proportion to your surroundings, you feel slightly juvenile.  We all zipped around and felt compelled to partake in epic conquests with giant insects, dinosaurs, and robots. 

I guess that's why flies haul booty and zip back and forth.  They feel like little kids because they're so much smaller than everything else.  But then again, they are little kids, since they were most likely born a few hours ago.  Isn't that weird?  And they vomit when they land?  Whack.  By the way, the lead vocalist for Sky Eats Airplane vomited during his set the other day.  That was one of the most rock and roll things I've seen in a long time!

My favorite sunglasses broke today.  It was pathetic.  Nothing cool caused the break.  I was simply removing them from my ear, and they snapped.  Weak.  I wore them in the Dance or Die photo shoot (the dune shoot), and they looked cop-like and unnecessarily large.  I will miss them.

Gotta go get ready to rawk it. Take care, and thanks so much for all of your support with Dance or Die.  It's exciting for us to finally see the real deal!  Rock it,
Chap Stique