Capital. – CRAZY TOUR STORIES

In this Crazy Tour Stories segment, the alternative pop artist, Capital., talks about some of his crazy moments from touring. You can check out the feature, after the break.

Touring is my favorite part of music. To be able to connect with people face to face with only a few feet between you is a feeling that has yet to be bested in my heart. Nothing like hearing your family (fans) sing the words you wrote for them back to you. Yet, the weird/creepy/funny things that happen in between driving to the first venue and driving back home sometimes make for the best stories.

I’ll never forget one of my first shows in Nashville was one of the weirdest shows of my life. I got added onto this bill last minute and was super stoked to play this landmark venue. The catch was the promoter ( the person who books for the venue) was not the venue’s normal promoter, it was a guy through another company not associated with the venue. He was the laziest dude I have EVER seen. The guy would just sit in the green room and play on his phone when everyone was looking for him. The band and I finally got fed up and approached him. As we walked up to him, we caught a glimpse of his phone and it turns out he had been sitting in the green room watching porn the entire time. WHY?!?!?!?! I played the show, got my money, and never saw that guy again.

Another good time was after a fun show in Kentucky. The other act I was touring with and I were staying at a mutual friend’s grandma’s house as we played a few shows in the area. One night we couldn’t get a wink of sleep. So we stayed up, had a few beers, and became extremely mischievous (which what happens anytime I drink). Naturally, we decided to explore the huge house we were staying in. About 20 minutes later we found ourselves in the basement pushing each other as fast as we could on a wheelchair the grandma used when she broke her leg in the 1950’s. We ended up making so much noise that the hosts came looking to see what all the noise was. We hid under the stairs.

On one of the final dates of a tour, my tour mate, Ryan, and I were driving through the DEEP south when we stopped at a McDonald’s to grab food. When Ryan discovered his double-patty burger only came with one, he said “ah man, only one patty! no worries though” as we were walking out. Then out of nowhere, a half-toothed, overall-ed (and no other articles of clothing), and slightly smelly man comes over to us offering Ryan HIS patty off his burger. He told us that he really only orders the burgers for the bread and condiments. He then continues to pull the patty out of the burger with his BARE HANDS (now covered in Mac Sauce and mustard) and hand it to Ryan. It took everything in us to not burst out in tears of laughter. The gentleman ended up asking us what we were doing in town and we told him we were musicians driving to a show. He responded, “Musicians?! Do you know Pharnell? You know? The guy with the “Happy” song? Yeah! Phar-N-ell! I just love him. My church did a cover of that Happy song by Phar-N-ell!” The conversation went on for about 20 minutes as we tried to escape. Ryan and I were raised in the south, but nothing in life could’ve prepared us for what we call, “The Pharnell Guy.” For anyone traveling through East Tennessee – you have been warned.

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