My friend Nay and I got stoned to the gills and jumped on a 14 hour plane ride to Auckland. Something Americans should bear in mind before taking this trip is that just about everything in New Zealand is stupid expensive, even considering the fact that we’re on the winning side of the currency exchange. A below average burger is in the $15 range, a cup of coffee is $5, and a 12-pack of Heineken can run you upwards of $40. A deep-pocketed tourist can enjoy everything from boat tours to bungee jumps, but we -as per usual- decided to get drunk and walk around the city (a total of 23 mile
My friend Jon May (Besatree) recently threw a show in Pomona. It was on Valentines Day, and it was in a castle. It’s not really a castle, it’s just a dive bar designed to look like a castle on the outside, possibly to dupe weary traveling knights into spending their hard earned gold and silver on kind-of-cold tall cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon. Incidentally, I’m the only person you know who can get lost and pass my destination three times even when said destination is a fucking castle.
Anyone who follows me anywhere on the internet should be no stranger to the name “Cloudmakers.” I’m sure I come off as a fanboy at times, but I give no fucks. I am a fan. And the only thing harder to come across than talent is non-assholish talent. Especially in rap music. At this point, we’ve played enough of the same shows to have gradually developed a sort of comradery. Some of us talk with each other about our wives, kids, and regular-guy-jobs over beers and background music. With others it’s all about this rap shit, all business. Last weekend we played the