We’re about an hour outside of Chicago and I haven’t more than a glass of water, a shitty cup of coffee and a wimp of a hangover since we left some random apartment in Cleveland 4 hours ago. The weather sucks but the company sure doesn’t.

Day one of Cubic Zirconia’s hell bent tour to Austin was a success.

At some point after my 6 Ketel sodas last night (clearly the most responsible choice for endurance drinking) the kids had filled up Cleveland’s B-Side Liquor Lounge. Short after soundcheck and a damn good sandwich from Dave’s Cosmic subs, I hung out with Justin Tyson, the new drummer for Cubic Zirconia, while the venue filled up with cute college girls, hipsters and local rando’s. Our hosts for the evening, Filly Mike and Mister Bradley, were playing everything from Passion Pit and Matthew Dear to Bob Marley and Young Money.

We cruised around the venue, smoked some cigarettes and checked out a show upstairs. Bear Hands and We Were Promised Jetpacks, a couple bands you’re more likely to see in the East Village than Cleveland. Not a bad turnout, but the real action was downstairs.

Half past midnight Cubic Zirconia took the makeshift stage. The low ceilings made it loud, but good loud. The girl running sound was a pint sized rocker who does all the metal shows in Cleveland and she had it down.

The show starts with Tiombe taking charge of the apprehensive dancefloor in 2 minutes. Half way through the brand new set, it went tribal. Drums, drums, drums and more drums. The kids jumped right in to the band screaming with lyrics they’ve never heard. Next thing I see is Nick hanging upside down in the rafters on top of Tiombe’s head as she howled to the moon.

We hung around with fans after the show, until the realization that the six of us… had no real place to stay. D’oh.

Luckily, Nick fell into a potential housing situation. After an hour of hanging with the fans and actually having to order lemon drop shots, we were in the door of a huge apartment a block away. We had a crew of 12 or so in tow who hung out drinking, smoking and listening to Classixx and Sonnymoon.

Then, two random girls had sex with each other.

We jumped on the road at 10am this morning and I finished reading Bret Easton Ellis’ Less Than Zero that Joe Marconi gave me before the trip. Couldn’t stand it.

Tonight, we hit the Chi with an early show at Silver Room and afterparty at Rodan.
Details are on the Facebook event page

Shout out to Mister Bradley for a great time in Cleveland and Kool Hersh putting us up in Chicago tonight! Let’s go!!!

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