Fidlar Tour Diary Part II: Psychedelics, Germs and Pranks
January 20, 2013
The ride down from Santa Cruz was not kind. The recycled air inside the van insured that once one band member got sick, everyone did. There was some coughing last night, but now it sounds like a chorus. Beers are being traded for hot water and tea.
Seeing as they've got a sold out show at the Constellation Room tonight, a record release show on Tuesday, and the Amoeba in-store on Thursday, now is not the time to be sick.
At least, it turns out, they have two days off before leaving for Tokyo next week. They plan to sleep, do nothing, and, in Schwartzel's case, play Assassin's Creed 3 or NBA2K13, but only if Max signs in.
At the Constellation Room, everyone in the group has their own dressing rooms. Carper has a bottle of Bulleit Bourbon stashed. He's not dead yet.
To liven things up Carper has scribbled Pangea bassist Danny Bengston's number on his amp head in chalk. Bengston has thus begun receiving random texts from kids. Carper apparently does this a lot; he likes to rotate numbers, but Bengston's is a favorite.
Meanwhile, Schwartzel begins reciting, word for word, Bill Pullman's fiery speech from Independence Day. He loves the speech so much that he offered to pay the salutatorian of his high school $200 to say it at graduation.
Two tweens are stoked when Carper gives them a high-five. Fidlar may be a step slower tonight, but they leave it all onstage. Carper finds himself crowdsurfing, once again.
The group has a bright future, and they're no longer about just house parties. They're about to break out all over the world, it seems, spreading the germs (of their art) far and wide.