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12.21.09 - Oklahoma City, Oklahoma and the Unexpected Turnout

Upon waking up at the rest area in Texas, along the way to Oklahoma, I jumped out of the van and proceeded to walk to the restrooms so I could take my morning urination. From the outside the main rest area building stood like a vast fortress. Numerous picnic areas, of their own valuable size, surrounded the main body like flies over a decaying carcass. On the inside, the building was a futuristic utopia. The lobby had big screen flat TV’s, which seemed used as mere decoration compared to the other gizmos and gadgets gracing the walls. In the center stood a small pillar with monitors encircling it. On these monitors, were displayed mass quantities of Texas lore and tradition, reveling the ancient history of days gone by, when things were not run by the unknown things that run our world today. The things that should never be mentioned, for nightmares will surely grace the speaker of their names. These things either live too far below us to dig or too high up for us to fly. But they are always watching; and they are always hungry.

With thoughts of evil entities running our day to day lives jumping in my head I visited the restroom. The eeriness in this corridor was engulfing. Pictures hung from the walls of long forgotten and long dead people. The floor and half of the wall appeared to be made of black marble. The lights on the ceiling cast strange shadows on all surfaces, making you feel you’re never alone. After my deed was done, I went to the sink to wash my hands and to dab my face with cold water, possibly waking myself from this deeper sleep of fright that I seem to not have left behind in the van when I awoke. As I slipped my hands beneath the sink and tried to find the knobs with my eyes the water started automatically. It sprayed forth the clear liquid at luke warm temperature which was spectacular. But just as sudden as it started, it stopped. Not knowing what sort of complex machinery could ever conjure up such devilry, I was unsure of how to make the bloody thing put forth its magic again.

Often, there are times, when all a broken thing needs is a quick hit on the side to make it work. I then proceeded to strike the nozzle rather lightly to see if the theory would prove true this morning. I fear now, dearest reader, that I must have angered the machinery or even worse, the entirety of the building, because it did, indeed, seem alive. A slight groan rose from the floor beneath my feet. At first it was of no interest to me; I had other business regarding water first. I continued to palm strike the nozzle when the water began to rush forth again. Seeing this small window of opportunity, I plunged my hands in. I began scrubbing the marks from the previous night off the back of my hands. Unaware of my present danger, the groan-ish noise began to accelerate in volume.

I thank every god, goddess and sentient being known to the feeble human condition, and a few I might have made up, this hour I write this, for allowing sanity to be robbed from my mind. I’m glad all forms of a normal mind will never reflect that which now encompasses my brain. My mind can no longer grasp the stability of you or your fellow man. And for this, I could ask for no less. For as I realized the reverberating cacophony and its origin, madness greeted me like a warm blanket. Am I really insane after what I saw? To me it doesn’t necessarily matter. But if the doctors label me as such, I’ll except it. Because at least there’ll be pills to make me forget. I wouldn’t be able to handle the constant dreams and late nights thinking of that moment over and over again.

Now what could defragment a mind so quickly and efficiently, you might ask?

Nothing. I was just fucking around! Haha!

I washed my hands then headed out. Everyone was up by that time and we hung out there for a few hours just shooting the breeze. Then we headed out.

We arrived at the venue after dark. Night greeted us kindly. We’ve played at that specific place on the all the previous tours and the turnouts were so/so. As we got there, the place looked rather deserted. The marquee had some random bands name on it, which didn’t look promising at all. All of us piled out and went to the record store right next door from the venue. We hung out there for a minute checking out all the goodies. I’ve bought some records there before, too. Really good finds. This time around they had a few records I really wanted but I didn’t buy them.

After I was done with my browsing, I headed back next door. The place still remained empty and not open, so we all dreaded the signs. We figured this show was gonna bomb and blow. When the place finally opened, we got our gear in there and what not. I set up merch like usual. Then people started coming in slowly. Then more and more. Then the place had a pretty decent crowd! And we sold a shit load of merch! It was great!

Us and Vektor did pretty good sets, and we were really caught unawares at the end result for the show. And our good bud, Paul, gave us a place to stay too! So it was a bitchin night! Fuck yeah!

Quote of the day: “I saw an orange pom-pom in there,” Conan as he points to a sewer, scaring the shit out of me.





		TOURS DATES \| DIARIES \| PHOTOS \| VIDEOS DANIEL'S WINTER MAYHEM TOUR DIARY ------------------------------------PREVIOUS \| NEXT 12.21.09 - Oklahoma City, Oklahoma and the Unexpected Turnout Upon waking up at the rest area in Texas, along the way to Oklahoma, I jumped out of the van and proceeded to walk to the restrooms so I could take my morning urination. From the outside the main rest area building stood like a vast fortress. Numerous picnic areas, of their own valuable size, surrounded the main body like flies over a decaying carcass. On the inside, the building was a futuristic utopia. The lobby had big screen flat TV’s, which seemed used as mere decoration compared to the other gizmos and gadgets gracing the walls. In the center stood a small pillar with monitors encircling it. On these monitors, were displayed mass quantities of Texas lore and tradition, reveling the ancient history of days gone by, when things were not run by the unknown things that run our world today. The things that should never be mentioned, for nightmares will surely grace the speaker of their names. These things either live too far below us to dig or too high up for us to fly. But they are always watching; and they are always hungry. With thoughts of evil entities running our day to day lives jumping in my head I visited the restroom. The eeriness in this corridor was engulfing. Pictures hung from the walls of long forgotten and long dead people. The floor and half of the wall appeared to be made of black marble. The lights on the ceiling cast strange shadows on all surfaces, making you feel you’re never alone. After my deed was done, I went to the sink to wash my hands and to dab my face with cold water, possibly waking myself from this deeper sleep of fright that I seem to not have left behind in the van when I awoke. As I slipped my hands beneath the sink and tried to find the knobs with my eyes the water started automatically. It sprayed forth the clear liquid at luke warm temperature which was spectacular. But just as sudden as it started, it stopped. Not knowing what sort of complex machinery could ever conjure up such devilry, I was unsure of how to make the bloody thing put forth its magic again. Often, there are times, when all a broken thing needs is a quick hit on the side to make it work. I then proceeded to strike the nozzle rather lightly to see if the theory would prove true this morning. I fear now, dearest reader, that I must have angered the machinery or even worse, the entirety of the building, because it did, indeed, seem alive. A slight groan rose from the floor beneath my feet. At first it was of no interest to me; I had other business regarding water first. I continued to palm strike the nozzle when the water began to rush forth again. Seeing this small window of opportunity, I plunged my hands in. I began scrubbing the marks from the previous night off the back of my hands. Unaware of my present danger, the groan-ish noise began to accelerate in volume. I thank every god, goddess and sentient being known to the feeble human condition, and a few I might have made up, this hour I write this, for allowing sanity to be robbed from my mind. I’m glad all forms of a normal mind will never reflect that which now encompasses my brain. My mind can no longer grasp the stability of you or your fellow man. And for this, I could ask for no less. For as I realized the reverberating cacophony and its origin, madness greeted me like a warm blanket. Am I really insane after what I saw? To me it doesn’t necessarily matter. But if the doctors label me as such, I’ll except it. Because at least there’ll be pills to make me forget. I wouldn’t be able to handle the constant dreams and late nights thinking of that moment over and over again. Now what could defragment a mind so quickly and efficiently, you might ask? Nothing. I was just fucking around! Haha! I washed my hands then headed out. Everyone was up by that time and we hung out there for a few hours just shooting the breeze. Then we headed out. We arrived at the venue after dark. Night greeted us kindly. We’ve played at that specific place on the all the previous tours and the turnouts were so/so. As we got there, the place looked rather deserted. The marquee had some random bands name on it, which didn’t look promising at all. All of us piled out and went to the record store right next door from the venue. We hung out there for a minute checking out all the goodies. I’ve bought some records there before, too. Really good finds. This time around they had a few records I really wanted but I didn’t buy them. After I was done with my browsing, I headed back next door. The place still remained empty and not open, so we all dreaded the signs. We figured this show was gonna bomb and blow. When the place finally opened, we got our gear in there and what not. I set up merch like usual. Then people started coming in slowly. Then more and more. Then the place had a pretty decent crowd! And we sold a shit load of merch! It was great! Us and Vektor did pretty good sets, and we were really caught unawares at the end result for the show. And our good bud, Paul, gave us a place to stay too! So it was a bitchin night! Fuck yeah! Quote of the day: “I saw an orange pom-pom in there,” Conan as he points to a sewer, scaring the shit out of me.