From Allison Weiss:
What’s up internet! It’s me again. I’m sitting in the middle bench of The Alligator (my van) while Samantha (our GPS) guides us safely back to Brooklyn (our home). Sammy says we’ll be there in 7 hours, making it the shortest drive we’ve done in the past few days.
A few nights after my last blog, we ended the Leaving Forever Tour and headed back across the USA, but not before playing a couple incredible California shows. Anaheim was amazing. Two hours before the show started, a line was already forming. We watched in anticipation as the sun set and the line got longer and longer. Jake from Handguns went outside and personally shook the hand of every fan who had come early.
When we hit the stage at 8pm, the room was already packed full of the most awesome kids that California had to offer. People were singing and screaming and dancing and having a blast. Someone started a circle-pit. A beefy dude in a sleeveless Handguns shirt sang along with the hipster girls in the front row. We blazed through our set with the kind of precision that I spend every rehearsal working towards. It was the definition of tour-tight, and I don’t think I’ve ever played to a crowd who was more stoked to hear it.
The next thing we knew, we were headed back to the east coast. After Anaheim, we hit the legendary 924 Gilman in Berkeley and said goodbye to our tourmates in Forever Came Calling. Every day after was an 8-10 hour drive followed by shows in Salt Lake City, Denver, and University Park Iowa. Even in the middle of nowhere, the routine feels like home. You wake up every day in your sleeping bag, find coffee, drive a few hundred miles and end up in the same parking lot as the 3 other vans you’ve come to know and love. Everyone is tired and everyone is hungry but you feel like a family.