The Gutter Daisies – CRAZY TOUR STORIES

In this Crazy Tour Stories segment, the post-punk band, The Gutter Daisies, shares one of their stories from being on the road. You can check out the story, after the break.

I was touring with a band called Someday Never, and we stopped in New Orleans. We had never been there before so we wanted to see what we could get into. We started off buying dollar beers on the street and made our way further into the city. What was originally a pretty low-key visit ended up being a night we could barely remember, so I’ll do my best recapping. When the sun went down, the celebration turned up. We didn’t know it but that night was an Italian festival which we were told was pretty comparable to Mardi Gras. After one too many Hurricanes (which we learned was their official drink), we found ourselves walking directly into the parade. Literally. We ended up leading the parade dancing like drunk idiots, which apparently was totally ok. Great. Checked that one off of our bucket list. After that, one of the band members insisted on finding weed. There was a very nice gentleman we found on the street who told us to follow him into a dark ally. Not shady at all. Totally not going to die. But hey, when you’re in your early twenties, you don’t think about that stuff. Our guitarist handed him $40 and he told us to wait. I said at least 5 times how horrible of an idea this was. And I was correct. Not-shady-street-gentleman ran into the night and never returned. Bye-bye, $40.

We made our way back to the bar and stumbled upon a group celebrating a bachelorette party. Me and one of the other members left because we were getting pretty hungry. We all agreed to meet back at our van. In a drunken stupor, we found some street dogs that were probably made out of tires from a minivan, ingested them, and then realized we totally had no idea where we were or how to get back to the van. About an hour later we finally found it. And didn’t have the keys.

There was nothing we could do, and the other band members weren’t picking up their phones. We fell asleep on the top of the trailer that night. The next morning the other two dudes in the band came back. We were glad to see they weren’t dead. Because if they were then we’d have zombies walking towards us and no one wants that. So yeah, it turns out our drummer spent the night with the bachelorette. He may or may not have ruined a marriage before it even started. And that was New Orleans.

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