Rad Fest started as a small idea: to bring some of my favorite bands and people to the modest port town of Wilmington, North Carolina. This city plays host to a quiet creativity and I have every intention to shake it up! Inspired by the amazing times I’ve experienced at The Fest in Gainesville Florida, I set out to give music nerds an opportunity to share in a carefree two-days of camaraderie and party-hardery. To have so many bands that embody the reason I love music right here in my own town is an overwhelming imagery. If you can have a passion for something that enhances life so much and be surrounded by it for two-days straight, that is the ideal recipe for an amazing experience. Add to that the amazing friends old and new that you get to share it with and I can’t imagine a greater thing. This isn’t a brand new idea, but I’m thrilled to bring that idea here, to my friends and to my town. We’re going to have a great fucking time!

Over the two days of the festival, 5 venues will play host to close to 100 bands. With prices at $25 for a 2-day pass.

For the entire lineup of bands click read more. For more information on Rad Fest and ticket information, click here.

10-4 Eleanor
After The Fall
American Armada
American War
The Anchor
Anchor Arms
Ann Beretta
Annabel
Assassinate the Scientist
Averkiou
Barnaby Jones
Battle!
Blacklist Royals
Black Wine
Captain, We’re Sinking!
Cloak/Dagger
Coffee Project
Colossus
Constrictor
Criminal Culture
Dead to Me
Dirty Tactics
The Dopamines
Dude Jams
The Emotron
Fin Fang Foom
Fossil Arm
Freeman
The Future Now
GDP
Gatorface
Grabass Charlestons
Greenland is Melting
Homemade Handgrenade
How Dare You
imadethismistake
Jon Gaunt
Junior Battles
Landmines
Leatherface
Lemuria
Liquid Limbs
Madison Bloodbath
The Measure (SA)
The Menzingers
Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
Mose Giganticus
Mourning Is For Suckers
Mouthbreather
Museum Mouth
New Bruises
New Mexican Disaster Squad
Night Birds
Ninja Gun
NoMore
None More Black
Nothing In The Dark
Nothington
O Pioneers!!!
One Win Choice
Over Stars and Gutters
P.S. Eliot
PJ Bond
Panthro UK United 13
Photoclub
Polygon
Red City Radio
Red Clay River
Red Collar
Reverse the Curse
The Riot Before
Rob Huddleston and Foundation
RVIVR
The Sainte Catherines
Sakes Alive!!
Senders
Sharks Come Cruisin
Sleepies
The Snips
Something Fierce
Spanish Gamble
The Takers
Tin Armor
Todd Congelliere
Too Many Daves
Two Hand Fools
Underground Railroad to Candyland
Vegan Coke
Very Magic
Virgins
We Are The Union
Worn In Red
Young Livers

Please let us know if you have any questions-email us at info@redcollarmusic.com.

We hope you like them as much as we do.

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First of all - at long last, the pre-order for the limited vinyl release of Pilgrim is open now!  Visit our merch store or click on the cover art to pick one up - We have only pressed 500 copies.  All of them will be hand numbered and on nice, red vinyl.  All of the sleeves were screen-printed.  The track order was re-worked to give the album more of a Side A/Side B flow and the first 100 copies will be printed with special metallic silver ink, with assorted colors throughout the remaining quantity.  Don’t worry, all the colors look pretty sharp.  Due to the length of the album we could only fit 9 of the original songs on one record so every copy will also have a download card with every  LP that will have all 11 songs plus a cover of Jawbreaker’s “Jinx Removing” that will only be available with this release.  Thanks to Scotty, Neil, Josh and all of the gentlemen at Loose Charm for helping to make this happen.

For our local friends, we’ll also be taking pre-orders at our Troika Fest show, this Saturday at the Trotter Building (11:30pm set time).

Next - For the first time since its release this past March, Pilgrim is available IN STORES.   We’ve made a partnership with Suburban Home Records for physical  distribution and CDs should be popping up on shelves before you know it.  We cannot thank Virgil and his crew enough for the help and support they’ve shown over the last few months and their dedication in helping band’s who are putting out records on their own figure out how to get their music into indie retail stores around the country.

Finally, we’ve posted a video for “Hands Up”.   It’s a mash-up of video footage taken by Chris Carter at Tir Na Nog in Raleigh, NC on July 4th, paired with a live audio recording from a show in New York City at Pianos on July 14th.   Take a dramamine, strap on your sea legs and enjoy.

It was a tough few days in the Big Apple. Or, as Mike might say, “It’s no joke”.

I seriously dislocated and fractured my elbow before we even played. However, we still managed to pull off both of our scheduled shows and I had an appointment with a surgeon and a titanium bolt the day after we got back.

We gritted our teeth and got through it and we’re still getting through it, and we will continue getting through it. I do want to re-confirm that RED COLLAR WILL BE PLAYING the Troika Music Festival this Saturday night at the Trotter Building in downtown Durham with The Travesties, Maple Stave, and The Bronzed Chorus. It’ll be a one-armed show for me, but the one arm that I’ve got is ready to go double-time.

Unfortunately, we did have to postpone our tour dates in December. I apologize, but I still have quite a lot of physical therapy to undergo and we didn’t feel we would be able to give 100% for that length of time.

Finally, and most importantly, I wanted to thank everyone for their support and encouragement over the last week. It means a lot to me and to all of us and I hope to thank everyone in person this weekend at Troika!

Until then!

***We want to thank Steve Oliva for creating the dove design featured on the American Apparel Tanks. Jay’s created the Hanson design.

Fortunately along the way, we’ve met some kind souls who have let us crash at their place. Full disclosure: we’ve had some bad experiences with crashing at people’s places too. One time, I woke up with a rash on the side of my face…the side that was lying on the mattress. Eeeech.

But that is a different story altogether.

In Lexington, I couldn’t believe Nate’s generosity. He gave us a couple of bucks, offered up his place to crash and made us pancakes in the morning. And we didn’t even play. (If you’re new to these blogs, read the previous ‘Most of the Time’ blogs). He’s a great stand-up guy. He has the most bad ass belt buckle. It’s gold and red and boldly says: ELVIS (‘Damn right man, fucking love The King, man’). Nate was not only letting us crash but letting another band crash too. The other band was younger, maybe they were twenty-one? They were in an acoustic-core band. I missed their show cause well…I WAS IN OWNENSBORO…but they were really nice, thoughtful fellas. I gathered they were all from the same hometown in Ohio and as you will see, from rival high schools. I would say that they were not unkempt or rude.

I would also say they were stoned. Very stoned. In Nate’s living room, this is the conversation that I overhead.

“Your high school…sucked”
“Wha..?”

“Your high school. It. Sah…Sah-uh. Sah-uh-uh. Sucked”
“Mine?”

“Your”
“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah”
“Well yours sucked worse”

“Worser”
“Yours sucked worser? Dude, that is not right. That’s how bad your high school sucked. They taught you the word ‘worser’ “

“No, your high school sucked more”
“You mean ‘morer’?”

“Dumb Ass”
“Dumb Ass. Dumber Ass.”

“Dumb Asser”
“You high school was so stupid. We’d always beat you in Math Corps. You guys came in like, last place, like every year (He dramatically rolled his eyes)”

“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah”

“Yeah well you guys always had the worst…(cough)…science…(cough)…projects. Like paper mache volcanoes”
“So?”

“In high school? Dude that’s like…(cough)…an eighth grade project”
“Yeah well your basketball team had like the shortest shorts. You could see nut sack”

“Why were you looking at nut sacks? That’s the most ridiculous thing I ever heard. You’re going to be a famous rock star someday and someone is going to ask you ‘What was your high school experience like?’ and all you’re going to do is say ‘Nut sacks, man. Nut sacks’ ”

“They were hanging out. How could you not see them? I had to turn away every time there was a loose ball”

“BWAH-HA-HA!!!!!!! Yeah well you guys had the worst colors like ever. Like Maroon and green”

“…balls…balls…balls…nuts…balls…”

“It was like watching piles of puke throw a ball to one another”
“You totally just said balls”

“Test-Eh-CLEEZE. We should get those for the band”
“Testicles?”

“No. So stupid, dude. The shorts. I meant the shorts”
“No. Nope. Nope. No way. NO WAY. Band vote? I say no. Tim is passed out so that’s two to one say nay on the short shorts”

“Shit. Sheeeee-it”
“Hey man your high school mascot was like the stupidest thing ever”

“It was pretty stupid”
“Pretty stupid? It was so dumb”

They started laughing.

“So stupid”
“So dumb”

Laughing and laughing.

“Why?”
“I don’t know”

“No reason?”
“I don’t know”

Silence and then some satisfied sighs. I HAD to ask.

ME: “So, can I ask what was the mascot?”

“You may”

Then they started laughing and laughing again. Again, silence and then again some well satisfied sighs.

ME: “What was the mascot?”

“THE PELICANS!!!! BWAH-HA-HA!!!”

NATE: “Wha’ kinda’ dumb shit name is that?”

“BWA-HA-HA!!!!!”

The laughing calmed and they continued their debate.

“The Pelicans! That’s the dumbest name I ever heard. How can you root for the Pelicans?”
“I didn’t, dude”

“How did you go, like Bok, Bok, Bok?!”
“That’s a chicken”

“How does a Pelican go?”
“Like I would know? Like I own a beach house?”

“Seriously. How does it go? SQWA-awk?”
“Yeah well it wasn’t as dumb as your mascot”

“My mascot?”
“Yeah. YOUR mascot. The Chiefs”

“What’s wrong with the Chiefs?”
“At least we didn’t culturally rape the Pelicans”

Silence. The most surprising silence I ever heard. After all the dumb shit they’ve been laughing at, I was expecting them to fall on the floor. I was biting my lip, catching tears in my mouth, holding my bladder trying not to laugh at this rather sober stoner insight and the imagery of the Yankee army forcing Pelicans into war camps in the Wild, Wild West.

And then Nate, good old Nate.

“He’s right. Chief’s IS a stupid name. That shit’s fucked up”

Nate is right. Shit’s is fucked up. I excused myself and retired to Vandrew, our humble abode…

…and giggled myself to sleep.

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Pelican is a pretty dumb mascot. But for the record, it’s not the worst…er, sorry guys…worser. And honestly, Chiefs is not the worser either. Please take my hand to the following link. Make sure you are not drinking milk, coffee, soda, etc. while you read these. It will come out your nose:

www.tekonsha.k12.mi.us/scaa/teamnames.htm

Couple of things that I’d like to point out here:

1) During heated football games, do they spell all of F-I-G-H-T-I-N-G-S-A-N-D-C-R-A-B-S in Port Lavaca, Texas? “Gimmee an ‘F’!!”

2) My personal favorite?

Hoopeston, Illinois - The Cornjerkers!!

3) My vote for most offensive name? It’s shared between Dickinson, North Dakota AND Freeburg, Illinois AND Esterville, Iowa AND Unionville, Missouri AND McLaughlin, South Dakota AND Butternut, Wisconsin AND Hurley, Wisconsin

Let’s go MIDGETS!!!

- Jason

Secondly, Spinner.com has been classy enough to stream our entire album, Pilgrim, on the site.  Check it out right here

We were in the outdoor cabana section of The Boiler Room.  It was 9 o’clock and most of the time we play at 11 or midnight.  From the inside of The Boiler Room, the opening band, Rockin’ the Bells, started playing ‘Iron Man’.  The place was starting to fill up and honestly, I have never been more uncomfortable in my life.  I called Nate…again.

“Nate?  Jason here.  I got to be honest with you, I’m not really feeling this place”

“Wait a second man, where are you?”

“I’m in the cabana area.  Outside.  There’s some tiki torches and a fire pit and the crowd is kinda, I don’t know…”

“You’re surrounded by douche bags?”

“Well, uh, yes that’s right…now that you mention it”

At this point, I’m relieved.  Finally, FINALLY, someone gets it.  Nate gets it.  Nate took a huge weight off of my shoulders because he seemed so nice and friendly on the phone and I couldn’t imagine anyone listening to us and think that we’d be a good follow up to Rockin’ the Bells.  Don’t get me wrong, we’ve played plenty of shows that I initially thought would’ve been awful yet ended up being pretty great.  But I’ve never played a show where the bar is full of people and literally no one has any interest.  This is a crowd we would never, ever win over.

Nate: “Yeah man, fuck those people.  You want to come inside to the bar area”

I did as Nate said, just in time to hear Rockin’ the Bells start “Sweet Home Alabama”.

“Okay I’m inside”

“Where the band is?”

“Yes, Nate.  I am where the band is”

“Yeah well fuck them too.  You need to come back to where the punk rock is, man.”

And again, I feel some bizarre lifting of my soul.  It’s as if I am on Dante’s Inferno: The Roller Coaster! and I am watching sinners pay for all their transgressions against Sisters Diana, Mary and Florence.  Tell me how to find the light, Nate!  Tell me how to find the light!

“You wanna go to the bar and it’ll look like you are going back to the kitchen but you’re not.  You’ll pass the bathrooms and in the back is where we’ll be.  Yeah man, fuck those people.  Buncha khaki pants, fookin Hawaiian shirt mother…”

I turn to the bar and see two doors.  One door definitely goes to the kitchen: there is that sound, the sizzle of things being fried, and a glow from fluorescent white bulbs.  That cannot be where I am supposed to go.  The other option is a dark passage to the side of the bar.  This option kinda looks like it might go to a kitchen or maybe a pantry or something.  I take the second option that leads through a darkened hallway, down a set of steps and then past the bathrooms.  So far, so as described.  At the end of the dark hallway is a door.

I open the door and instead of a punk rock club, I am staring at the darkened offices of Schmidt, Schmidt & Tweed Law Offices.  I take a double look, retracing my steps and again, the only possibility is that the punk rock club is in this law office. I get dizzy.  I feel like I am insane.

“Do you need something?”

It is a red-shirt SECURITY guard.

“Yeah, I’m looking for The Boiler Room”

“You are in The Boiler Room”

“Yes I know but I mean, the punk rock part…I mean, the…I don’t know what I mean”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.  No”

“You’re not supposed to be back here”

“I’m looking for Nate.  If you could just get Nate for me”

“Who is Nate?”

“The guy who booked us”

He sized me up, top to bottom and lingered on the boots.

“What exactly did he book you to do?”

“I’m in a band, we’re supposed to play here”

“You need to talk to Steve”

“Yes, I know.  Steve.  Right.  Let me just get this straight.  There’s no club or anything back here?  No punk rock club?”

“No”

“And no Nate?”

“No”

“Just so…look man.  I’ve had a really crappy night.  This is the Boiler Room.  You did say that, right?”

“Yes.  Yes, this is The Boiler Room.  Do you want me to call you a cab?”

“No.  I’m fine”

“Sir, if you wouldn’t mind, I need you to head up stairs.  I don’t know who Nate is.  I don’t know of any punk rock club”

I retrace my steps through the dark hallway and up the stairs to the Sports Bar area.  Maybe the punk club is through that first option, that door I swear is the kitchen.  I ask the bartender.

“Hey, I’m looking for Nate!”

“No! Steve!”

“Is he back there?”

“In the kitchen?”

“No.  In the club”

“What?”

“The punk rock club.  Back there”

“That’s the kitchen”

“I know but that’s where I have to go”

“Go where?”

“He said that it would look like I’m walking back to the kitchen”

“To go where?”

“To The Boiler Room”

“YOU ARE IN THE BOILER ROOM”

“I know, I know but I mean…”

“Honey, I have customers”

“Yes but can I…”

“NO!”
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I don’t know what the hell is going on.  It’s going on 9:30 and I am no further along than I was at 8:15.  Most of the time, someone in the band has a pretty good guess as to where to go or what to do.  Most of the time, it’s not this complicated.   I walk to Team Red Collar in the Cabana area.  The DJ is playing Young MC.  I explain to everyone that Nate said that the club is somehow in the back of this club but I can’t find it.  Mike and Jon go into the bar to see if they’d have better luck.  I tell Beth that I am going to walk around to see if I can get to this place out back somehow.  I walked outside.  People are lining up to get into this place.  I call Nate…again.

“Nate?  Look, I NEED to find you or you to find me.  I tried going to the kitchen but I can’t find this hallway”

“Where are you now?”

“I’m in the parking lot.  I’m staring at the street outside the club”
“Okay, what street name is it?”

“It’s…uh…hold on, Walnut.  I’m on Walnut”
“No, no, no.  Jason, man, you need to move the van to Euclid.  That’s your problem right there”

“Awesome, Nate.  I’ll move it”
“Actually come by the entrance on the deck and I’ll ride over with you”

“Great!  I’m walking to the entrance”
“Me too”

“Okay Nate.  I am now at the cabana”
“I am at the cabana too”

“Where in the cabana are you?”
“By the bar”

“Me too”
“Where at the bar?”

“I should be really easy to spot.  I’m wearing gold boots with spurs”
“Nope…I don’t see you dude”

“I’m right by the bar”
“Me too!”

“Outside?  On the deck?”
“Yep!”

“I’m moving by the tiki torch”
“I see the tiki torch but I don’t see any guy with gold boots”

…what the hell…?

“Okay.  Okay.  Nate, I am going to walk to the parking lot”
“I’ll meet you there”

At this point, the DJ has the music cranked and I’m dodging ass-shaking couples.  Poorly, I might add.  Both, poorly: I am poorly dodging and they are poorly ass shaking.  I continue to inform Nate of every step:

“I’m walking past the DJ”
“I’m walking past the…wait.  Jason, did you say DJ?”

“What?”
“…DJ…?

Nate is breaking up.  The bass is booming.
“NATE?!?   Hell-LO?!”
Oh please, please, please.  Nate, do not let me lose you.

“Nate?!”
“…DJ…?”

“YES!
“A DJ?”

This guy is a real piece of work. I have been here for an hour and a half already.  Most of the time, we’ll meet the promoter right away.  No-o-o-o-o, not this time. Nobody here knows who he is.    I’m walking all over this place into dark hallways and this guy wants me to walk into the freaking kitchen.  I literally cannot be in a more obvious place right now.  I look unlike anyone in the cabana or in the bar or in the town.  In fact, I look unlike anyone that has ever stepped foot into Owensboro, well at least this particular month.  He HAS to see me.

“Nate, look at the DJ!  DEE!!!  JAY!  I’m right by him.  Do you see him?  That’s me Nate, waving my fucking arms!  Can you see me?  I’m waving my fucking arms now Nate!  I am the asshole in gold boots waving his arms back and forth right beside the DJ”
“What are you talking about?”

“Nate, the guy is playing Whoomp There It Is.  How can you not hear that?  Whoomp There It Is, Nate!!!  Whoomp There It Is!!!  I’m right by the damn DJ.  Listen!!”

I hold my cell phone up to the huge DJ speaker.
“Do you hear that Nate?!?  DO YOU HEAR THAT?!?”
“No”

“WHY NOT?!”
“Because, Jason, there is no DJ”

I think what followed was the longest silence of my life.

“Nate.  Are you in the Boiler Room?”
“Yes”

“In Kentucky?”
“Yes”

“What the hell?”
“I don’t get it”

“Nate, are you in Owensboro?”
“Owensboro?  No.  Lexington.”
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For those of you that our unfamiliar with the great state of Kentucky, let me help you out a little bit with a visual straight from Kentucky’s Tourist Bureau.  I took this picture at a rest area about a mile from the joint:

“What the hell are you doing in Owensboro?”
“I don’t know.  I don’t know, man.  How long is it going to take to get there?”

“About two and a half hours”
“Shit”

“You can make it, figure get here by one”
“But it’s only 9:30, I can make it by midnight”

“There’s a time change.  We are an hour ahead”
“Shit”
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I got everyone together and hauled ass to Lexington.  I was also able to think about what a colossal fuck up this was, for two and a half hours.  Here’s what happened: our buddy Jeff got this show for us.  If you look at a band’s myspace or facebook page, you can see the tour routing for said band.  When you are adding shows, the fields automatically fill themselves out.  For this particular date, we plugged in ‘Kentucky’ and then ‘Boiler Room’ and the first one that came up was the one in Owensboro.  I really didn’t even consider there being another Boiler Room.

When we got to Lexington, Nate told me to keep an eye out for The Awkward Moose.  The Boiler Room (Lexington’s Boiler Room, that is) was located inside The Awkward Moose.  We found The Awkward Moose and parked the van.  Mike and I went inside.  What’s funny about this place is how similar it is to Owensboro’s version: there is a cabana style deck in the front with tiki torches and what not.  Inside, it’s a sports bar atmosphere and there was a band playing there as well but that one was doing more jam band type music.  Beside the bar was a doorway that looks like it leads to the kitchen.  We walked down a dark hallway and passed the bathrooms.  There are idiots everywhere.  All of this, the clientele, the space, the décor, everything, was very close to Owensboro even though they are not a branch or franchise or anything.

Mike and I continued to the actual punk rock part of the club and it is one of the coolest venues I’ve ever been in.  Red Collar would’ve had a great time here.  Unfortunately the place had cleared out already.  We found Nate, shirtless and sweaty:

“Man, FUCK Owensboro.  Fuck them, man.  Shit man, I’m really sorry the crowd cleared out”
“Honestly Nate, it’s no big deal.  It’s been…an adventure”

“I feel awful about this Jason”
“It’s certainly not your fault”

“No but I’ve been in your shoes before…”
“YOU HAVE?”

“Well, not exactly those shoes but I’ve been touring for years and, well, here’s a couple of bucks man.  It’s not much but it’s gas money”
“Nate, please don’t do that”

“I insist, man.  I insist.  You can come crash at my place and I’ll feed you in the morning”
“Shit, man.  That’s awfully generous”

“It’s what we do for one another, right?”

I can’t fully express how awesome this guy is. We stayed at Nate’s that night and he made Red Collar pancakes the next morning, Red Collar AND another band.  Nate offered a plate of pancakes to one of the members from the other band.

“No thanks, Nate.  I’m good”
Nate stared at the kid.

“Seriously, man.  I’m okay”
“Motherfucker you’re on tour and god damn someone offers you some food that they made out of the kindness and generosity of their heart, you eat ‘em motherfucker.  I don’t give a fuck if you are full or not.  You eat that shit man.  Gonna be times you starving and nobody giving you shit.  Fuck it, you don’t want em?”

Nate slammed the plate into the sink.
“These young ‘uns gotta learn, man.  ‘My right?  ‘My right or what?”

You right, Nate.  You so right.
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Thoughts:

1)    As nice as facebook and myspace and all that has been for booking shows, sometimes Technology is too smart for its own good.
2)    The Boiler Room in Owensboro had SIX security guards.  SIX!!!  I’m not exaggerating.  Like I said, a Z-28 crowd folks.  We’ve played with and I’ve seen some really heavy, hardcore bands.  We’ve played some really dingy, skuzzy clubs.  Believe me, I’ve never seen or never needed one or two, let alone six, security guards.
3)    This DIY world is the only world where you’ll be paid, fed and housed even if you don’t play the gig.
4)    These two bars were so similar that if Nate said, “Meet me by the guy with the bleached tips, the stonewashed jeans, pink polo shirt, and a gold chain with a gold Taurus attached to it” then I would’ve been able to say “Nate, I’m patting him on the head, how can you not see me?”
5)    I think I now know what the Z-28 crowd feels like when they come in to punk rock clubs.  Maybe it’s by accident or maybe it’s by adventure that they end up there.  I am hereby making a better effort to make them not necessarily feel welcome but maybe to make them feel not unwelcome.  Live and let live, etc.
6)    Johnny Depp was born in Owensboro.

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To our defense, here’s a list of some of the cities that have a Boiler Room.  Keep in mind that this is not a franchise or anything.  It seems that people generally like naming their bars The Boiler Room:

St. Paul MN
Minneapolis MN
Denton TX
Sherman TX
Fort Lee NJ
Cape May NJ
Redlands CA
Stockton CA
Eureka CA
Chicago IL
Owensboro KY
New York City NY
Buffalo NY
Gainesville GA
Birmingham AL
Asheville NC
Greensboro NC
Summerfield NC
Laughlin NV
Wethersfield CT
Racine, WI
De Pere WI
Larned KS
Baltimore MD
Plymouth NH
Franklin TN
Kansas City KS
Omaha NB
Port Townsend WA
Portland OR
Wilton ME
Bradentown FL
Gulfport MS
Sun Valley ID

Notice that there is no Lexington, KY on the list.  We booked a show there and were supposed to have gone back for our August tour.  A few weeks before the show, I wrote Nate to confirm the upcoming August date.  This is the message we received:

Hi guys, Nate here.

I’m very upset to inform you that the Boiler Room has been shut down. All shows are cancelled as of now. We may be doing something else in the future. As of now, it’s too soon to say. If any bands need lodging while in town we can help with that at least. I’m very sorry. The owner of the Awkward Moose kicked us out with no warning.

Again, I am very sorry!

Nate
Ex- Boiler Room Booking Tool

This is a standard message everyone received from the boiler room site, I am sorry all this has happened!! Call me if needed… I am going to see about moving your show… As for now… I dunno where.

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But don’t worry folks, The Boiler Room in Owensboro is alive and kicking and Rockin’ the Bells is probably playing.