people are strange

Minneapolis was a fucking riot. 2,000 people, 30 foot wall of sound with Tipper playing, unreal! As awesome of a time and a city that it was, we had to keep on truckin' and made our way toward sioux falls, South Dakota. The whole ride there was flat and unremarkable, and when we finally got to sioux falls, it hardly stood out as a city at all. It seemed as if we'd arrived somewhere alien in 1988. It was sparse, full of tractor dealerships, and places to wet your whistle. We arrived at our rendezvous point, at the residence of the coolest motherfucking ice cream man of all time; who on a whim setup a little show for us. It was epic, playing at the south dakota  country music hall of fame. Of course, to an empty room, while the country band in the next room kicked out roadhouse anthem after roadhouse anthem, and people stared at me like some kind of hippie fag when I sauntered in to take a piss. It was gritty, and you know what? I get off on that shit. The 25 people that came through our doors that night who chose to forego the country band on their home turf are some fucking savages. The one thing I realized about being out here is that the people are a lot nicer, and a lot less egotistical, and when you meet people at a party; they're just like you. They don't give a rats ass, they just wanna listen to music and bug out, and it's the same everywhere, and I'm proud to know that. We made it through the show blitzed on bud light and sour diesel, stayed the night with the ice cream man and bullshitted on the late night, and had some of the best goddamned home made baked beans Ive ever had, and a taste of hospitality that I've rarely ever been shown on the west coast. Unreal.

Up next, we're headed to Rapid City, South Dakota on a 5 hour ride through majestic plains where the lakota indians used to hold court, and the open prarie where "Dances With Wolves" was filmed. There's absolutely nothing out here, and that's the beauty in my opinion, the wide open space. You could go your whole life out here only seeing a handful of people if you wanted to. That's not an option where I live. I hope rapid city goes well, but who gives a rats ass if it's a road house with chicken wire in front of the stage to prevent the at-will bombardment of budweiser bottles when the musical selections turn to their opinion of south. I just came here to have fun, not make a million dollars or play to a million people, and I can have fun anywhere. All I know is that whether or not I kill it tonight or get booed off the decks, I'm smoking a blunt at mount rushmore and I'm doing it for the indian chiefs who aren't around anymore to keep watch over their beloved south dakota.