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
Robert, Trivium’s pal from Warsaw had flown in to visit us all in Oberhausen, and he found just the kind of dinner spot we needed. Gdanska is a very traditional Polish place in Oberhausen; having just returned from Poland right before being in Oberhausen, I felt as if I were warped directly back to Warsaw. The same newspaper-menu, flyers advertising Polish concerts and artists adorned the walls. The place felt as if Grandma’s long-tabled dining area was somewhat punk-rock-ized. It felt traditional and semi-modern-underground-kid Polish – a good vibe. Continue reading
Revolver Golden Gods Weekend (part I)
(w/ Robb Flynn, Corey Taylor, Trivium, Slipknot, Machine Head, Danny Worsnop (Asking Alexandira), John Moyer (Adrenaline Mob/ Disturbed), Billy Gibbons (ZZ Top), Lizzie Hale (Halestorm), and everyone from the Metal and Rock universe)
2012 very well may be the final year for all us mere-mortals, and if Trivium’s schedule is any indication – I may welcome the relaxation post apocalypse. After slugging away tour into consecutive-tour, we were supposed to have around 10 days off at home – however in usual Trivium fashion, there was a catch.
L’Auberge Saint-Gabriel, Koko, Juste Nouilles
For some reason, as a person and as a band – I/we used to hold a massive misconception of Canada. We used to get bummed when we’d have to do the trek over the border into our Northern neighbor. It may have been due to the fact that first several shows we played in all provinces of Canada – the shows were always lined with disaster.
I recall on the Dillinger Escape Plan tour (Trivium was first of 4, Read Yellow second, The End direct support, DEP headlining) that the crowd hated us. I think one night they sat on the floor during our set (that may have been Montreal), in Toronto on that tour, the local sound guy started literally throwing our drum kit pieces around after our set… I exchanged some words with a woman there who was the promoter rep (I wish I remembered her name – I’d happily write it down with her cell phone number if I had it all) – I said “We have never been treated this badly – I will be having a word with our booking agent.” Her response was something along the lines of “**** you kids – get the **** out of my club – I am going to end your career in Canada. No one will ever book you again!” The security guards swarmed around as all 4 of us Triviums got in a screaming match with the venue – then were basically thrown out. Continue reading
The tour with Dream Theater was very much so something we in Trivium had been looking forward to for years – we’re very happy to know we’re the sort of band who can tour with bands like Dream Theater at one end, Asking Alexandria at the other… then even bands like In Flames and Five Finger Death Punch. If you ask me – that says versatility, baby.
The Warfield is a cool venue for concert-goers (as all the “legendary” venues are), but as all “legendary” venues are for the bands – they’re usually a large dump (if you will). The area ain’t the safest of locations either. Continue reading
Today was my tattoo day. Tomorrow was Ashley’s turn. Our two dear friends from Seattle, Megan and Evan were in town on their cross-country honeymoon, and met us up for hanging and eating.
We decided to take them to Nopalito (the local, organic, amazing Mexican place that Ashley and I flipped over last time or so that we were in SF) for dinner. Nopalito is always nice and busy – people chowing down on smaller/medium-sharing-sized plates of Mexican specialties.
Gluttony In Seattle part V
After our bountiful feast of what had to have been more than 15 or so different things, it was time to head to Sambar, all our Seattle-friends’ favorite cocktail bar in the States. We were told that this place was unlike any cocktail bar we would have been to.
We made our way to a tiny bar, tucked away in a neighborhood, adjoined to a fancy French place. Everyone was stoked to bring us here – apparently the bartender here goes beyond mixologist, he’s sort of a doctor of cocktails. You tell him what liquor you like… or even what mood you’re in…and he knows what kind of drink you need. Continue reading
Gluttony In Seattle part IV
Once meeting back up with Evan and Megan and Sean and Melissa – Ashley and I found ourselves at Staple And Fancy. The interior was everything I could ever want in a restaurant. I believe SandF was originally the space between two old buildings (one of them may have been a mechanics), where they filled in the space between the two buildings, and began construction for this very contemporary/modern restaurant. Next door is a bike and beer shop. Continue reading