Brasilia, Sao Paulo, Curitiba
Those who don’t actually know me very well would disagree, but those who I would actually consider someone dear to me would agree that I do not consider myself hot shit. Naysayers – naysayit till you’re blue in the balls – I don’t. Continue reading
Brasilia, Sao Paulo, Curitiba
It hurts to wake up after 2 hours of sleep after a headlining show after just flying into a new continent. It hurts to pile into a van with other tired, still-drunk band and crew-mates and show up at the airport to check in 30-40 pieces of luggage and gear and deal with airport staff and security and then fly, collect it all, back into a van, then a long ride to a hotel. But hey – I could be cleaning porto-potties. Continue reading
Brasilia, Sao Paulo, Curitiba
After fitting in as much as possible into our impossibly long day before our super late headlining-festival show (yoga, gym, lots of meat, naps, unpacking and re-packing), it was dinner time. It was crazy to think that even though we were meeting up at 8:30pm for dinner, the show was still 5 hours away. Continue reading
Brasilia, Sao Paulo, Curitiba
The Brasilia show for the South American tour was a late addition; we were due to play at 1:20am… 1:20AM! Trivium’s latest stage time to date had only been around 11:00pm or so – so we knew it was going to hurt to play a 90-plus minute set that “early” in the morning, then sleep for 2 hours and fly to Sao Paulo. But Hell… we were in South America. Continue reading
Brasilia, Sao Paulo, Curitiba
Upon our return to the hotel, some of us walked to a mall that is parallel to our hotel for some waters and to check out a Brazilian mall. It reminded me of a cross between mall, flea market, and outdoor South American market. Tons of people walking about with the happy chatter of the Portuguese-language all about us; loud electronic stores and car salesman of some sort trying to sell us an odd-looking VW by the food-court. Oddly, people keep speaking Portuguese to Ashley. I think everyone thinks she’s Brazilian. I know it seems crazy – but I think she does look a little like the blonde-haired, fashionable glasses-wearing Brazilians that maybe one doesn’t see as much in comparison to who they’d typically imagine seeing when thinking of a Brazilian. Anywho – we hit a store called “Americanas” which is basically a small store modeled after a Wal-mart of sorts. It’s set up like a Wal-mart, only completely condensed into a store the size of a small apartment. Nonsensical flying helicopter kits are setup across from chocolate bars, next to the underwear for boys and potato chips. We grab our waters and head out. Continue reading
Brasilia, Sao Paulo, Curitiba
Having never set foot in South America previously, obviously I was eagerly anticipating things of the culinary-realm. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – you learn more from a country from their food than from anything else they can offer. An added bonus of the trip to South America was that for some reason, Trivium had grown a massive following whilst never actually playing a single show in the territory. From all our band friends like David Draiman to John Petrucci, Lamb Of God to In Flames – they all pretty much said the same thing – “you are going to have the best time out there; with some of the most insane fans you’ve ever seen.” Continue reading