The Logan House

We arrived at the Logan house Thursday around 8:30 pm. We dropped our bags and enjoyed a long catching up with Mrs. Logan on the patio with the dog-army lounging around us. I had to poke fun at Aaron's dislike for a dogs but even he approves of this herd. Mr. Logan returned home from a road trip to Tennessee later that evening and we continued to tell stories about everything that has happened since the last time we told stories. Kevin got home from work shortly after and we quickly lost track of time before realizing we should get to bed if we want to be happy campers the next day.

Aaron and I still suffer from PSBTSD (post steel band tour sleep disorder) and woke up promptly at 7 am eastern time so that we wouldn't miss the departure of the UIlowa tour vans. Unfortunately, that tour is over and this tour doesn't call for us to wake up before noon, with the exception of the farmer's market performance in Marion, IA.

In a few hours, we will depart the Logan residence and head to St. Joseph, a K-8 school that our friend Ms. Camardo teaches at. We love that they have jumbie pans and look forward to showing them what they can sound like if they stick with pan for another decade or so. Just kidding, we could probably train our body doubles in a week. Maybe that should be our next venture: train abercrombie models to do our shtick and show while we sip mojitos on the beach.

I couldn't come up with a funny name for a pan group of models quickly, so comment your recommendations. After we play at St. Joe's, we have the possibility of seeing some Las Vegas Academy alumni that are currently living in Cincinnati. I'll post more after it happens!

Comedy Albums

Aaron and I are debating about whether we ranted about this in last year’s blog or not but we can’t stand comedy albums that contain jokes that depend on visual comedy at ANY point. I’ll assume we didn’t. Our super-secret way of not going insane in the car, while driving for days, is to listen to comedy albums. They are like audio books for the ADD. But every now and then, then audio goes as follows:

Comedian: “I walk in to the bank, and I’m like…”

*Long Pause*

*Audience Laugher*

Aaron: “Damn it, Tyler! Don’t you screen these?!”

Jokes aside, we just got a severe weather warning on my cellphone for this area in Illinois, but we were more pissed that it ruined the punchline. That’s how much we need these comedy albums. Last year, we went through everything by Patton Oswalt, Dane Cook, Nick Swardson, Dennis Leary, Louis Black and Bill Burr. This year’s playlist is everything by Michael Ian Black, Hannibal Buress, Tom Segura, David Cross, Jim Gaffigan and Wyatt Cenac. Not that you are looking for a recommendation, but Aaron and I agreed that the Tom Segura album was the hardest laugh we had on the 7.5 hours of comedy we listened to.

What are your recommendations?

Summer of 2014

What’s happened since last summer?

Last summer, Aaron and I went on a tour that was a slow motion miracle that ended up taking us from Iowa City to Cedar Rapids, Chicago, Toledo, Put-In-Bay, Novi (Michigan) and Cleveland. When the tour was over, I snuck down to Lexington, KY to surprise my longtime girlfriend, which turned in to a successful marriage proposal. Since then, Aaron and I have enjoyed another year at the University of Iowa resulting in me graduating with my Master’s Degree and Aaron being a year closer to Dr. Ziegler. In November, the UI steel band played at the Percussive Arts Society International Convention as the winners of the World Music competition. It was also the first time that Tin Can Publications were available to the public. Haven’t heard of us? That’s ok, no one has. Soon enough we will be mildly popular among our niche market. Watch out.

Our summer began with an 18 performance tour of Iowa and Chicago with Iowa’s steel band. 13 of those performances were in elementary school gymnasiums with 300-600 students sitting on the floor waiting to be entertained. Though some of those students have seen us before, that’s roughly 6,500 students who now know that steel pan is the coolest instrument in the world and all other instruments are just noise makers. We played for a middle school as well so that’s 200 or 300 more students but unfortunately they have already been tainted by band and orchestra. Some of them might see the light but once you get hooked, it’s a hard switch. But speaking of conversion, one of our performances was a clinic for various musicians and music technology students in a Chicago suburb. The clinic ended with us teaching the students Iko Iko by rote. I was paired with a clarinetist who vowed to never play clarinet again if she could get her hands on a pan. I’d call that a success. Aaron just told me that he also had a clarinetist but she didn’t say anything notable other than complaining about having to play two notes at once. Lead pan for the win.

Did you assume the clarinetists were girls? Don’t be so stereotypical.

For those counting, the other 3 performances were concerts for the general public that consisted of a few more mature tunes. Yeah, that’s right. If the tune is slow or contains a major 7 chord, it’s “mature.”  Boo closed minded youths.

On our way to Chicago, Aaron dropped a knowledge bomb on me that I had no way of preparing myself for. In his most serious and concerning voice, he said, “There is a Portillo’s on the way to our next show…” Last summer, David Hutter showed Aaron and me the healing power of dipped Italian beef and a cake shake. We used our navigational skills to divert from the planned route by only 5 miles and allotted ourselves an hour at the restaurant before we would arrive at the destination later than the vans. Unfortunately, the food did not last 60 minutes, it lasted 60 seconds. We left the restaurant plotting our return the next day, but it never came to be. Never.

While staying at the Boron estate, the main entertainment in the basement was the video game memory lane of Dreamcast’s Tony Hawk, Wave Runner, Blitz and Nintendo 64’s Mario Kart. I don’t have a real joke for this other than the instant gratification of showing off how good you were at now-obsolete video games to other people born around the same time as you. Also, thank you to the Boron’s for their amazing generosity with their home and kitchen. Most of us consider the pretzel bread in your kitchen to be the highlight of our whole tour. Seriously, we played music for 7,000 people in 9 days and I am like “When will I ever have another pretzel bread sandwich?”

The steel band travels with our own set of cornhole boards in the truck which has led to everyone in the band getting freakishly good over the last 2 years. One game consisted of Andrew and me sinking 12 bags consecutively against each other, which got a mild rise from the peanut gallery. The end of UIowa’s tour was marked with a house party thrown after our last performance. The house provided 2 sets of cornhole, plus the one we travel with, creating a tournament worthy setup. After setting our bags down and getting a bite to eat, the studio endured 8 hours of constant competition, only breaking to go to the bathroom and refresh our drinks. Aaron and I were partners on a 7-0 run when I decided to get another drink, which led to me socializing with the other party guests for the next 90 minutes. Aaron was not appreciative and I think he still hates me for it. The games only ended when it resulted to people using cellphone flashlights to illuminate the boards and my battery died. Maybe it is time for a new game. JK. #Cornhole4Lyfe #BagTosser

I have to interrupt any chronological continuity that I may have to bring up what Aaron and I are talking about while I type this. We just drove pass the exact spot that we broke down in a U-Haul on our way to PASIC in November. We spent 3 hours on the side of the road, a stone’s throw from a random high school that we had to use as a landmark for the tow truck to find us. The tow truck said the U-Haul was inoperable and had to be towed to the nearest town. The nearest town didn’t have a truck for us so Dr. Moore had to drive another town over to pick up a truck and drive it back to where the broken truck was. We then had to “snake-unload” (a term we invented in a time of desperation) the broken truck, putting the first things off at the end of the line for the next truck, which basically is equivalent to loading a truck 2.5 times. The group luckily reached hysteria in unison, allowing us to laugh uncontrollably about how awful the situation was. We were back on the road by the time the sun was down, causing us to miss our warm-up performance. We had our warm-up performance anyway but our audience was severely dwarfed to 3 people because it was something like 11 pm. But through all of the hell that was our path to Indianapolis, we nailed the concert and everything was worth it. Except for the bill for the trucks, that was not worth it.

Tour Conclusion Part 2

After our Sunday ice cream gig and rain storm, Aaron and I headed back to casa de Ziegler and plotted the rest of our trip. Our original goal had us traveling south to Cincinnati and Lexington to hit some popular venues and see some old friends but booking down there didn't go as magically as the rest of our tour. It was clear that we would lose money on gas and food in the process of playing the 1 gig in Kentucky.

This process also taught us that most large venues that are worth playing book far in advance, feel free to refer to my cold call entry for further detail.

Aaron and I agreed that the duo really shouldn't make the trip but I still wanted to go to Lexington. We plotted to wake up before the sun on Monday, drive back to Iowa City where I would get my car and then drive all day to get to Lexington. Yeah, it sounds horrible in retrospect but I knew I wanted to get to Lexington. After sharing this idea with Aaron's parents, Mr. Ziegler volunteered to drive me down to Lexington and drop me off! What?! After many reaffirming "are you sure you want to do this?" and "no, really?" type questions, it was settled that Aaron would head back to Iowa City by his lonesome and I would head south with Mr. Ziegler, who was actually working the night shift up until hours before departure. .

After a quick drive that was spent talking about hospital stories ranging from gruesome to hilarious, I was back in the land of blue on blue outfits and basketball hysteria. Excited to see everyone, we put the word out to meet at Tin Roof for dinner. I had to emphasize to everyone that they couldn't post anything about our night on social media because I was going to surprise my girlfriend Erica with my presence on Wednesday morning, the day after she got back from girl's trip. I had to tell Erica that I went back with Aaron to Iowa City in order to pull off this surprise which was tested when a tornado hit Iowa City a few miles from where Erica and I live. I knew that if I didn't bring up the tornado and Erica found out about it later, it would seem odd that I didn't mention the catastrophe causing natural disaster that visited our town, so I got information from Aaron about how things were going and then relayed the same information from my fake perspective to Erica.

Monday night went on for quite awhile due to the excitement of seeing everyone again, which left Tuesday to recover and plan exactly what was going to happen on Wednesday for the big surprise. I haven't mentioned what the surprise was yet on here but if you know me, you know. For everyone else, I planned to propose to Erica on Wednesday morning near where we first met in Lexington. With the help of Erica's best friend Caitlin, I was able to get information about where they would be when and manipulate Erica's plans without causing suspicion.

Dave (from the Chicago entries) and I went to a local brewery and distillery right after lunch at Fazzoli's. If you know Dave then that is a pretty stock statement. We took an awesome tour that of course concluded with product tasting, any tour's highlight. While finishing up at the distillery, we tried to think of other Lexington type things to do with our lazy day and remembered the joy of seeing a movie at Movie Tavern, a theater that serves food and booze during the movie. A few quick text messages and we had a group ready to make the trip over there for a nostalgic movie experience. I try to make it sound classy but really we went and saw "This is the End," ate burgers and drank beer all in the comfort of an office chair. If that doesn't scream Lexington...

Tuesday night was calm because I knew how important Wednesday morning was going to be. Jason Hobert and I played through the steel drum book for fun and I'm pretty sure we will be a trop rock band soon. I would compare trying to go to sleep Tuesday night to trying to sleep the night before going to Disneyland as a child or the night before Christmas morning. Your brain is imagining all of the fun things that will happen the next day and gets your heart racing. Then your racing heart is like, hey get up and do something. Anyway, Wednesday morning eventually came.

I woke up ready to rock. I walked down to my favorite barber shop in Lexington just to make sure my appearance was above par. From there, the communications with Caitlin started up again about the timing of Erica arriving at the proposal location. I walked to Singletary, which is 50 yards away from where I was going to pop the question and waited for the text that said it was time. In classic Tyler fashion, I got there 30 minutes early and then paced around like a nervous wreck. There was a masterclass for Orff instruments going on in the president's room and they kept thinking I was supposed to be in there but wouldn't commit. The janitorial staff even started to give me weird looks. They must have thought I was looking for something and was convinced it was between two points in the hall way and will walk between them till it appears. With all great plans comes unaccounted for variables like traffic, weather and Erica shopping at the UK bookstore. I received a text, which I thought would be the signal, but was Erica asking if I wanted anything from the bookstore. An incredible clash of "NO JUST WALK OVER TO THE SPOT ALREADY" and "I'll just buy it myself once this is over, oh wait she doesn't know I'm here, 'No, thanks,'" rushed my brain.

At this point, I had been pacing for 45 minutes. In my time performing, the scariest moment for me is always right before taking the stage or starting a piece. I thought stage fright was bad, but waiting to propose to Erica was by far the most exhilarating and nerve tingling moments of my life.

*text message sound* "We're walking over now"

If the janitorial staff thought I was crazy before, watching me scurry over to the window and stare with an intense focused gaze at 2 girls in dresses must have just been the icing on the cake. Realizing I was getting judged pretty hard, I turned to them and said, "I'm about to propose to my girlfriend..." which was met with smiles and a "You got cold feet?" comment, to which I laughed but was offended. Why? I don't know. If anything my feet were very warm from walking around for an hour...oh, jokes.

Caitlin told Erica to pose for a picture in front of the alumni wildcat statue, which perfectly put her back to where I was coming from. I moved as fast as I could without making footstep noises. Caitlin was filming while telling Erica that her camera was being funny and that she should stay posed. Once I was within 6 feet of Erica she turned around to see me. Now she will tell you that she heard footsteps but I was silent. I dropped to one knee...

"Erica Catherine Kosilesky, will you marry me?"

After brief tears and head nodding, I put the ring on her finger and we hugged for what seemed like days and seconds all at the same time. I would love to make it seem like the smoothest act of grace in the world, but I had worse hand-shakes than any musical performance I've been a part of. My hands were shaking so bad that the ring even came out of the grip in the box, which I then quickly shoved back down and asked the question.

The next surprise for Erica was that The Paddock was opening at noon just for us and our friends. We walked over while making phone calls to our families to let them know that the question had finally been popped. The next 5 hours were spent with friends, celebrating and story telling until it was time for Erica to get on her flight back to Iowa City so she could work the next day. Because of an impending lightning storm, Erica's flight was delayed, cancelled, rescheduled, cancelled, delayed, cancelled and finally cancelled again. The only option left was to rent a car and drive through the night in order to get back to Iowa City in time. I quickly packed my bags, picked up the car from the airport and we hit the road for our 10 hour journey. It wasn't the way I imagined the summer tour coming to an end but it really did work out fine. When we pulled into the parking spot at our apartment, I turned off the car and knew that this trip was amazing from start to finish.

Even as I write this final entry about the trip as if it happened yesterday but it's been like 3 weeks, I still have a ton of incredible memories and even more proof that I know amazing people all across the country.

Steel Drum Tour Conclusion Part 1

I did a horrible job of keeping up with the end of our steel band tour, completely leaving out the wonderful visit to Toledo and the trip down to Kentucky.

Is it okay with you if I pretend it's the day we did all of this stuff and talk about it as such? Thanks, I knew you would understand.

 On "Saturday" we drove up to Novi, Michigan for a private party that had an island theme. The gig was booked through one of Aaron's colleagues in Toledo and was outsourced to us when the news came around that we would be in Toledo. This gig was unique though because I would be playing drumset instead of lead. Another lead and electric bass player would help make us a quartet. We rehearsed for a few hours to make sure we blended well and sure enough it went smoothly. 

Another not-too-long but not-short-enough drive on our tour wouldn't kill us right? Well, it tried. About halfway up the freeway mother nature decided to test just how badly we wanted to play our tin cans. Cars stopped the middle of the road when visibility dropped to the end of my nose. We saw multiple scenes like this one on the left with objects that shouldn't be upside down doing exactly that. I have more pictures but yet imagine signs covered in water laying down on the ground.

 We allotted time for getting lost and what not but stopping for rain wasn't really an option. The PANdemonium (ha) stopped after we traveled further north. With only overcast threatening us with a bad gig, we unloaded our gear into a beautiful backyard overlooking a lake. Because of our fear of rain, we huddled underneath a 9'x9' tent that restricted our view but saved our gear. Because of this small tent, the drum thrown was about 6 inches away from me teaching the kids how loud I can yell the F bomb.

 Sure enough, the rain held off and we ditched the tent after about an hour. This was my view from then on.

 My bitter yet brief rant about Under the Sea: Everyone wants to yell "...un-der da sea!" but then regret asking for the other 5 minutes of Under the Sea they don't know.

 The Novi gig ended with no rain and happy people all around, including us. We said goodbye to our new quartet buddies and headed back to Toledo. On Sunday, we were scheduled to play in front of the local ice cream shop facing this awesome lawn. It had been advertised for customers to bring a lawn chair or blanket so they can enjoy music while they eat their ice cream. It couldn't have worked out much better than it did! We had a wonderfully appreciative audience that enjoyed every bit of their ice cream and steel drums afternoon. But all of this sunshine couldn't last forever...

After the peaking hour of audience members, it started to look a little gloomy outside so we decided to call it a night. Moments after closing the trunk to Aaron's car, the rain began to pour. Movie rain. Matrix movie rain. Green Mile movie rain. We would have loved to play longer but we really couldn't complain because it was our chance to get the ice cream that everyone had been enjoying in front of us all during the gig!

Put-In-Bay: Adult Disneyland

 Thursday night in Toledo was spent rehearsing with the quartet that we were joining for the Michigan house party.
After that was over, Aaron and I went to Arnie's for some relaxation. I had never been to an Arnie's before but Aaron guaranteed a good time. In the words of a guy we would later meet, "Arnie's is a one of a kind experience, but has two locations." (Don't worry, that's not the last quote that guy gave us) Aaron and I played electronic cornhole or as this machine shamefully calls it "bags." 4 games later, we would much rather duel on a real board.

Throughout our evening, we met some fun characters, all of which were going to Put-In-Bay on Friday. Wait?! You too?! See you there! We met a really nice guy who offered to let us crash in his suite on the island. We knew that it was a party place so we figured we may have to think about staying for the night but we didn't seriously consider his offer. Well, I got his number. So maybe I was? His name was Joe. And then some rich Toledo kids bought us all 3 rounds for being nice to them. Rich kids need friends too.

 We were warned that it takes forever to get on the ferry, which then takes an hour to get to the island. To make sure we got to the venue by 4, we departed at 10:30 am. On the way to the ferry, we saw a kid standing at the intersection to pull into a Walmart. He was wearing a sign on both sides of his body that read, "I shamed my family, I stole from Walmart." Believe me, I tried to get a picture but we were too busy enjoying the scene. Aaron and I agreed that it was a fitting punishment and that it would probably scare any other person in the area out of trying to steal from Walmart as well. As we got closer to the dock, I started noticing that the parked cars in fields had these weird black spots all over them. And then saw that buildings had them too. And then EVERYTHING had these black spots! When I let out a "What the..." type statement, Aaron then educated me about Mayflies. I had never heard of mayflies before this moment and honestly didn't want to believe that an ungodly amount of flying insects were inhabiting the area, even if for a short amount of time. I don't have any pictures of them because they were disgusting. It was then joked about that since it is June, they are now Junebugs to us.

After a fairly short wait, we drove the car onto my first ferry and traveled across the lake. It's probably been 7 years since I've been on a boat and I remembered how much I don't like it. Oh, and when we bought our tickets for the ferry, they let us know that there is no guarantee that cars will get back if they aren't in line by 6 pm. Wait, we play till 7 pm! Time to call Joe! This photo is the view from the passenger seat. I know I could have gotten out but I liked the idea of sitting for the duration of this fun house ride. After about 30 minutes we were at Put-In-Bay! We were happy to experience a shorter ride than an hour but we were now about 2 hours early to our gig...on a party island...with cash... Do you feel bad for us yet?

 Once we were off the ferry, it was a quick 2 mile drive to party central. The only thing stopping us was the crazy amount of people driving golf carts in the middle of the road. I see both sides of the argument, really I do. One side thinks, I'm going to be like that one song "Get there fast and then take it slow" and drive 10 miles an hour from one side of the island to the other while enjoying the scenery and my friends. And the other 90% of people there think, if I go 50mph I can get there in 2 minutes. We pulled a nice mixture of both.

We had lunch here.

And looked out that window.

And ate this. Seared Mahi Nachos. 

We liked the looks of this place.

We sat there for 2 seconds.

Don't mind if I do.

Pirate ship bar. 

View from the pirate ship bar.

 After giving ourselves a tour of the island, we headed back to Frosty's to set up our gear and play for 3 hours. We had an absolute blast and met some fun people. We even asked if we could keep playing because we didn't want to leave. Unfortunately the night entertainment was coming to take over. When we were finalizing the transaction with the manager he asked us to come back next week. As much as Aaron and I both thought, we can cancel everything and stay here, right? We knew we had to decline and head back to reality. The manager closed with "call us next summer and we will book you guys for a week" to which I let out a small sexual moan that turned into "Yes! Will do!"


Before completely committing to crashing at Joe's luxurious suite that would have cost us little to nothing, we checked the ferry to see if we could get on. Turns out no one leaves the island on Friday night and we were one of two cars. I can imagine the warning is more about Sunday night when everyone is done partying for the weekend.

Bye PIB, I will miss you.

Stock.

Captain Cold Call

We headed to Toledo, OH on Thursday afternoon. While driving, the car was in a state of "cold call mania." That means, I was googling (or something) establishments all around the areas we were going to be in for the next week trying to fill in our empty days. While playing at Brindaliers on Monday, Erica's Uncle Mike suggested to us that we should look up Put-In-Bay (PIB) and see if they would have us. I had never heard of PIB so I didn't know what was to come in this story. When I googled (somethinged) "PIB Bars" a nice list of 20 or so came up in order of fanciness, starting with lobster restaurants and ending with dives. Cold calling is a tricky process because you have to be able to take rejection as well as criticism from complete strangers. The following responses are fairly typical when asking about trying to book your band at places:

"We don't have live music...(We didn't waste money getting the license)"
"We already have a band booked...(Snooze ya lose)"
"I'm going to need to see a video of you guys...(What's a steel drum?)"
"We only do live auditions for entertainment...(My buddy plays guitar)"
"We have a DJ...(My buddy owns a laptop and speakers)"
"You will have to talk to our manager who isn't in until tomorrow...(Quit wasting my time jerk)"
"Let me take your information down...(this will shut him up)"
"We book our music a month in advanced...(you unorganized piece of s***)"
"We book our music a year in advanced...(F*** you)"

Aaron and I created our tour originally by emailing our info to venues, but that was back when we had months to get responses. Since we were in need a quick responses we had to call every place that could possibly want us. I started down the list of PIB bars and heard rejection after rejection. As hopeful as hearing "Let me take down your information for the manager" is, I have had zero managers call back asking more questions.

23 phone calls later, whether to PIB, Cincinnati or Lexington, not one venue worked out. We weren't incredibly beat up about it because our tour is built around these skeleton gigs that are very much worth doing, but we were trying to fill in the dead time in between. We arrived at the Ziegler residence and hung out in anticipation for the evenings activities. Minutes after loading everything in to the house, my phone rang...

An unknown number?

Could it be?

Could someone be calling me back?!

"Hello?"
"Hi Tyler, this is **** from Frosty's on PIB and we want to hear some more about you."

*cue fireworks*

A short conversation later, we are set up to play one of the largest bars on an island meant for partying. Thank you cold call gods for shining down on me.

Cleveland

So I started off strong with this blog, writing three or four entries a day. Those days also involved travel, which gave me plenty of time to get bored and pull the laptop out for some writing time. From when we arrived in Cleveland till when we departed, something fun was going on.




We had booked a gig Monday night at a bar called Brindaliers, which is Browns, Indians and Cavaliers combined. Can you guess if they liked Lebron James? I don't think I heard the word "James" without the phrase "Fuck Lebron" in front of it. Brindaliers has a great patio that was perfect for our acoustic duo. Erica's mom invited all of her friends and the Cleveland family to come watch us play, which was a lively and fun group to play for. As the first set went on, dark clouds were moving in. Aaron and I began to realize that rain was eminent so we asked the manager to prepare the inside for all of the guests to move in, as well as our pans so we could keep playing. A few minutes later, a strike of lightning was close enough for us to stop what we were doing, grab the big metal pots that were in front of us and run indoors.




The manager and staff of Brindaliers did an amazing job setting up the main dining room to accommodate everyone on the patio quickly, which is impressive given that the family table was 15 or 16 strong. We were continuing our set in a matter of minutes. On one of our set breaks, the Brindaliers owner let us know that he would like us to come back on Wednesday night to play again, filling up our Cleveland dates. We enjoyed our time on Monday so much that we stayed at Brindaliers until they locked up the doors.




Tuesday morning we woke up and drove to Akron, Ohio to get our pans turned by Steve Lawrie. He was incredibly welcoming and hilarious. He tuned our pans in about 3 hours and now they sound better than ever!

Tuesday night, Aaron and I played for a house party at the Kosilesky's. Their patio, pool and cornhole setup was the ideal scene for steel drums, IMO. Once the cornhole boards were going, Aaron and I joked about not playing pans again until we lost a game. Everyone laughed. Aaron and I didn't. Though not ACA (American Cornhole Association) approved boards, we took on the task of playing for keeps. The quick set break went on for about 30 or 40 minutes before we realized we should get back to playing pan, not cornhole. The party lasted until it was candle lit for a only a few guests which was pretty awesome. When it was time for the music to stop the cornhole boards came back out. Aaron and I didn't lose and only stopped because it was 12:30 am. The Heat also went on the win their game that night which stirred some damning comments from some of the nicest people I know.

Wednesday was another hard day of eating lunch, swimming in the pool, watching television and eating dinner. We played at Brindaliers again, this time in perfect weather that lasted the whole night. It's always a good feeling when the audience doesn't want you to stop when you go to pack up. It's not always the case, but when it happens, it makes you feel like you did something right. While hanging out after playing, we discovered that there were cornhole boards already set up in the party room. After getting really excited to play some indoor cornhole, we were quickly saddened by the lack of other willing participants at the bar. We were about to ask a table of people our age if they wanted to play but their topic of conversation involved a story about stabbing someone. Which I instantly imagined to go something like this:


Scary Guy #1 to Scary Guy #2
"...So then I stabbed the guy for interrupting me..."

Scary Guy #1 interrupted by Tyler Swick (Played by Himself)
"Hey, you guys want to play cornhole?!"

or

Scary Guy (Jack Nicholson) to Scary Friend (Anthony Hopkins)
"...So then I stabbed this guy who had the nerve to ask me if I want to play cornhole..."

Scary Guy interrupted by Tyler Swick (Jonah Hill)
"Hey, you guys want to play cornhole?"

or

Scary Guy (Al Pacino) to Scary Guy #2 (Danny DeVito as the Penguin)
"...I only got to stab 7 of the 8 people I was supposed to stab toady..."

Scary Guy approached by Tyler Swick (Brad Pitt from Interview with a Vampire)
"...Hey..."

And so on.



Thursday morning was difficult because we knew we had to pack up all of our things again and head to Toledo. We were excited about seeing Aaron's family but sitting on the couch instead of making the drive just seemed easier at the time. Aaron and I both had an amazing time being a guest in the Kosilesky house and felt the love from all guests and family that came out to see us play. Special shout out to Grandma Laffey for being amazing.

Day 4 - Part 2 "Sweet Tree"

This tour has been going great and that is due to how many friends and families we have across the Midwest and South. While spending time with our loved ones, they have given us tours of the areas that we were visiting. A reoccurring theme though has been, while driving the freeway, 

“Just through that tree line is my old high school,

"Just through that tree line is where I played baseball growing up,” 

“Just through that tree line is the house I grew up in,” 

"There are really nice houses over there,"

“There’s Lake Erie,”  

Needless to say, none of these things were actually visible. 

Day 4 - Part 1 "Driving"

This morning we woke up in the Crouch residence in Kingston, IL. The Crouch family hosted an amazing party celebrating a graduation for one daughter and baby shower for the other. Their backyard was the perfect venue for steel drums, complete with a patio, a pool, a full bar and a set of cornhole (or bags depending on your pretentiousness).  We had an absolute blast seeing University of Iowa acquaintances Caly, Connor and Becky, while meeting new friendly faces between sets. It didn’t take long for the tournament style cornhole games to start, in true Iowa Percussion fashion. Connor boasted a 3-0 run at the party after claiming to have never won a game before, shark much? Aaron and I agree that our favorite part of the whole visit was definitely Mrs. Crouch and fun loving personality (plus she made us breakfast). We played pans until the sun went down, closing with La Bamba for the overwhelming display of hula hoop talent in the crowd.

It was difficult to leave the Crouch household this morning because of their warm welcome and hospitality. Also, the next step of our journey was the 8 hour drive to Cleveland, Ohio, something that just didn’t seem as fun as sitting around doing nothing. With that in mind though, once we get to Cleveland the party will continue with the Kosilesky family! Given that today is Father’s Day, we are stopping in Toledo so that Aaron can see his dad before we finish our journey later tonight. The soundtrack for this long stretch has been stand-up comedy by Lewis Black, Dennis Leary and Dane Cook. Aaron and I haven’t heard Dane Cooks “Dangerous if Swallowed” in years but we could still remember the punch line to every joke. I know Cook isn’t popular anymore but that doesn’t undo the amazing stuff he did originally.

Day 3 - Part 2 "Bro Lo"

While playing one of our sets tonight, Aaron offered to let Dave play double seconds on a tune for old time’s sake. Dave and I originally were a duo in Lexington, KY which is what inspired me to get better at playing pan all of the time. Because Dave lives so close to the neighborhood we were playing at, he came along to provide some sweet percussion grooves in the background. It was a great feeling to be playing with Dave again but it also felt like having your ex-girlfriend that you still have feelings for, come on a date with you and your current girlfriend. Even worse, when they started telling stories about my habits to each other, it felt like 2 angry ex-girlfriends complaining about your faults to each other, in front of you. As I've discovered with the steel drum duos I've played with over time, it really is a relationship between 2 dudes with sensitive feelings. While Dave was in the bathroom, Connor played percussion on a few tunes, which then felt like having a girl on the side, on top of everything else.

Day 3 - Part 1 "Waking up in St. Charles"

After a great free day yesterday with Dave, we will travel from St. Charles to Dekalb to get more Portillo's because we didn't get enough of it yesterday. After lunch we will head to Kingston for a graduation party! Hopefully the rain doesn't come up with us from St. Charles. This morning we also discovered that the Hutter household has wifi. Here is a photo of me stealing their neighbors internet from the driveway last night.

And a big THANK YOU to Mr. and Mrs. Hutter for hosting us and making a fantastic breakfast!

Day 2 - Part 4 "How to make $100 in St. Charles"

You have no reason to have ever visited St. Charles, IL but let me tell you that it is a bubble of Americana that has yet to be popped by the outside world. When Dave drove us to downtown St. Charles we saw some of the cleanest streets we’ve ever seen. With plenty of bars to choose from, it is really the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory of boozing. Want to hear motorcycles rev their engines while you drink PBR? They got it. Want to hear Bob Marley while you sip on a Mai Tai? Yep, that too. Apparently we didn’t even see half of the bars but we still felt they had everything you could desire. With all of the options at our finger tips, we still enjoyed domestic beers and well shots of tequila.

While walking to the next bar, I looked at Dave and said, “This town really strikes me as a place that you could fall asleep in the street with a hundred dollar bill in your hand and wake up with two hundred dollars tomorrow.” Dave laughed and made a facebook status about it.

Day 2 - Part 3 "A train ticket home or a shot of 1800 tequila"

After tiring ourselves out walking around the navy pier (stock) and making up that Dave has a little sister named Macy so we could sneak into a volleyball tournament, we decided not to stick around for the Land Shark beer garden and made our way back to the train station. The taxi ride back rivals the Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland because the threat of death was real. We had just enough time to hit the bar before loading the train so Aaron and I, considering the time we had, ordered a shot of tequila. The bartender, whether out of spite or genius, then poured 1800 into 2 shot glasses and charged us the equivalent to the train ride home. I know I made it sound like we had to choose between the two in the title but we did both.

Dave expertly chose an empty car for us to ride in but the rush hour traffic loaded up the whole train. We didn't realize that we got on the car reserved for tuberculosis patients. The train was filling up quickly except for the row with a whooping cough gentlemen who clearly was trying to expel his inner demons into our breathing air. Though his efforts were valiant, he still ended up with a seat partner. That poor lady…

Day 2 - Part 2 "This is a train, Tyler"

After talking to Dave’s parents for a quick moment, Aaron, Dave and I headed to the train station so we could have lunch in Chicago. While driving through the outskirts of Chicago suburbs, I started inquiring how this train thing is going to go down. This was going to be my first time on a train and of course I anticipated screwing up the process of paying for a ticket and getting on. When we arrived, I asked where the bathroom was but apparently this is the only train station in the country without a bathroom. A few moments later we were boarding my first train ever. Dave chose some pretty sweet seats that faced each other but unfortunately they were pretty close together. I’m sorry for the blurriness of the photo but that’s Dave’s leg filling in the space between mine. I’m sure the people around us assumed we were very good friends or lovers.

Every stop was crowded with people in summer gear and beach attire even though the high today was 70 and Lake Michigan probably still has ice chunks in it. We made fun of those kids all day but ended up getting sun burned before the day was over. We walked from the train station to Gioradano’s because I demanded, “I want a pizza that requires a fork and knife to eat!” for lunch. The 70 degrees felt great in the sun but when we sat down in the shade it felt like a nice Iowa 32 degrees and of course Dave was the only one to bring a jacket. Anyway, you don’t want to hear every corner we walked around so here are some pictures of things you’ve probably seen before. 

If you remember this street from the Nintendo 64 game "Cruisin' USA" add 5 points to your total score.

Day 2 - Part 1 "Surprise, Surprise, We Didn't Die"

We survived the night but I definitely woke up three or four times for the ax murder outside or Aaron’s zombie-like groan. Our 7am wakeup call came too early of course, but we were able to get ready, repack the car and hit the road by 8am. Today’s 90 minute drive to Dave’s house was brought to you by Steel Panther, a hair metal band that sings dirty songs. The raised energy level was definitely necessary to make the drive. We were enjoying the music so much that we missed our exit twice but we got to Dave’s just fine. Because we missed the main exits that involved taking major roads to Dave in “Chicago” we had to take dirt country roads from west to east in order to meet back up with the freeway we should have taken. Again, the music was worth it. 

Day 1 - Part 4 "They still use key-keys?"

From the expressway we could see our motel’s neon sign. From that moment forward, we expected the worst. We got the rate we wanted but everything else has just been a moment similar to. . .

As I was thinking about how to finish that sentence, Aaron said “Hey, a bug just walked across your back.” I don’t think I need to finish that sentence anymore.

At the front desk, we were given an actual key-key to our room. I know it’s not the craziest thing in the world but as Aaron put it, “in 25 years, I’ve never experienced this.” Walking to our room we saw rooms completely destroyed, mattresses leaned up against the windows and broken windows with wood repairs. Needless to say, we emptied the car of everything valuable and hid the instrument in the closet. If we’re never heard from again, our instruments are in room 217 at that shitty motel at exit 70 on I-80.

The good news is that we have been talking with my friend Dave about things to do tomorrow in our spare time and it looks like we will take a train to Chicago for a day of walking around. The bad news is that our free day now begins at 7am in order to get to Chicago by lunch time, but I have a feeling that the pizza will be worth it. I haven’t been to Chicago outside the airport since 2007 so I’m sure it will be like a new experience.

Now to sleep in fear.

Day 1 - Part 3 "Where were you, when they built the beer wall to heaven?"

We arrived at the G&M Distributors warehouse thirty minutes before the gig. When I asked Aaron what they did at G&M, he simply responded, “Distribute.” That is what our relationship has come to on day one. We quickly discovered that we were playing for a political rally for a state senator. If it wasn’t the giant signs with the guy’s name on it, the business suits and sundresses certainly helped. When we turned the corner to the event floor, we quickly saw the greatest sight there is to be scene: a wall of beer. 11,664 cans of beer and 3,888 cans of pepsi. Did I mention the beer? Our stage was made of pallets but who cares?! Did you see that wall of beer?!

The gig went well and the audience was appreciative after the performance. We did have one woman wave at us from the audience and then motion to play softer by waving her hands from above her head downward and then doing that part from the chicken dance where you talk with your hands. When you think things are going well, seeing something like that takes the wind out of your sails. That aside, it was a wonderful evening.

After the performance when we were moving our equipment from the stage to our cars, Aaron got a phone call. He tried to contain his excitement as he heard the news…. What’s the news? Can’t tell you yet. Hopefully by tomorrow!