Dangit! I didn’t forget about you, blog
Hi, blog. It’s Darin.
I know, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? That’s my fault.
I’m sorry. Here, I brought you this. Well go ahead, open it!
Yes, it is what you think it is: a new blog entry.
I’m glad we’re talking again, too.
OKAY. So. Capybara has returned to glorious Taos, NM. This is where we recorded Try Brother back in January, February, and March of this year. As always, it’s gorgeous here, and for the second day in the row there’s not a cloud in the sky. We’ve been eating incredible enchiladas and feasting our eyes on those perfect gradients of southwestern sunsets. We’re staying with my lovely Mom and it’s just great. Except for the fact that Dave is really sick and we had the lamest Halloween ever. It wasn’t lame due to Taos or a lack of things to do, it was just lame because we are a lame band who would rather buy a bunch of candy and beers and watch a Thai horror film than drive to a sweet party somewhere.
We played in San Francisco, Santa Cruz, Petaluma, Los Angeles and San Diego. The San Francisco show was amazing, one of the best on tour. Santa Cruz made me angry, only because I didn’t go to college there (it should really be called UCTS – University of California: The Shire). Petaluma was great because we got to meet more of Dave’s family (uncle, aunt, cousins) and the weather was perfect. We stayed in Los Angeles for a week, setting up shop at the incredible Downtown Independent Theater (right next to The Smell) and playing sets before and after the various Range Life screenings. Oh! And a Capybara show was broken up by the cops for the first time. Naturally, it was the LAPD. We were playing on the roof of the Downtown Independent and about seven minutes into our set the cops showed up because there were some apartment buildings that were relatively close and it was 11pm. Oh well.
We moseyed down to San Diego on that Friday to play the last EVER show at a DIY venuehouse called The Habitat, then it was back up to LA to play at the Echo Curio. Then came Vegas. Short story: We didn’t do great. Gambling-wise, that is. And weather-wise. It was so windy that they shut down the pool. Seriously, Vegas?
