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DLE & Josh at Richards on Richards!
Jun 6, 2007
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US Tour Update version 2.0: The East Coast
May 30, 2007
Drugs are for kids. Rap tour is for sadists.WE arrived in Roanoke, stupid and sleep deprived, not a shower to speak of, and walked into home cooking, fresh fish and the hosp
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Rap Tour is WAR...who needs to sleep?
May 30, 2007
Martinez update 1
And they're off...Rap tour is official, the fat is in the fire, the beers
are go-time and the lost mojo and smoky tears make life on Splitsville
tour all the more surreal.
Started last week in California, today we're in florida. 7 days. Where are
my pants? Shows have been great so far, tears kept to a small puddle, the
shameover and agony of yesterday blurs into the numbness and raw power of
tomorrow...Who write this shit anyways?
First show in Vegas, basking in the small comforts of open alcohol and
excessive buffets to start the party off right. This led to early
confidence as our Vegas show exceeded expectations, and the very grateful
hordes of rap ravaged fans flocked to the parking lot for one last look at
the last of the rap tours. There was magic in the air, but there was also
dread.
Rap tour is hard. Not just hard like morning boners or math class, but
hard like life is, sometimes lonely and debilitating, occasionally pure
magic. We're mostly stationary, the odd physical challenge coming when
picking up chips from the bottom shelf at the gas station, or stealing $5
sunglasses, cause sometimes you need things that aren't yours, and because
that gives you small satisfaction cause your a shitheel and you like to
stir the pot a little. Talk to me.
Phoenix blew by, the smell of corporate golf and dry heat in the air, the
beast of routine still yet to rear its ugly head. Got reacquainted with
the Drunken Immortals, got mashed, destroyed the show, and learned that
all my merch was left behind in Vegas. Where's my leather coat? Oh its at
the Circus Circus buffet...Fill me up on butter cheese bacon potato bombs
and kill me now.
Sante Fe was great, much thanks to the fine ladies who put on the all day
show for the kids out there. A short but well played set from both
Martinez and The Wolrus brought a wee bit of joy to the assembled masses.
Show ended early and then we got drunk. Talk to me.
I don't really sleep anymore, that i can assure you. Eating's also
suffered, as it always does, when there is neither space nor time to
properly consume food. The van runs on natural gas, both inside the van
and out. There are 7 people, 1000 rapsongs, 275412 jokes and the camederie
of soldiers sent to the front lines to die like mangy dogs and poor
people. People die doing this kind of thing. Its not meant for the weak
and foolish. The scent of guilt and fear is palpable.
I am going through withdrawal from normal life, into the double edged
sword of tour Martinez, with the illusions of greatness, and the reality
on the ground. It is always a grind. Babies are born, wet and willing,
ideas come to the table, and then stay and drink all your beer. Then you
order 20 chicken wings and jalapeno poppers and wonder why. Then the
crying starts. Walk with me.
West Texas is too big, too flat and too useless to be fun. Tore thru it,
left it in the dust and lightning of leftover tornados and returned to the
heartland of Austin, TX, a Monday night in the middle of exam week, hoping
for the best. Not too shabby, good folks aplenty, nothing to start crying
about. But still i did. Down in Splitsville. Lost in Splitsville.
Next came Denton, TX, haggard college town, at Rubber Gloves, always a
favorite of the tour spots. This show was the 1st star of the tour so far,
with a great turnout and the friendly smell of lots of cash at the merch
booth. Then to Baton Rouge for a somewhat ruff mid week Finals crunch and
a good gaggle of folks at the always friendly Spanish Moon. Shaved in the
bathroom, took a sink shower and watched Golden State blow it in the last
couple of minutes in Game 2.
Spent our day off eating fish in New Orleans and exploring some of the
devastation. God there's still so much destruction everywhere. Condos are
killing it though. Good looki
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"SPLITSVILLE" OUT ON CAMOBEAR RECORDS MAY 8
May 10, 2007
Josh Martinez's "Splitsville" is an album of drunken love songs for broken hearts. Produced by DJ Moves and featuring Awol One, it consists of two separate EP's brought together to create the feel of two broken men, brought to their knees by the trials of love and life. Equal parts black humor, dreamy pop and gorgeous multi-layered hi-hats, this is an album for people who like things, but hate stuff.
Awol One is an international man, famous like a planet, He has won many trophies, and has a respected reputation! He is also a two-time Rhodes Scholar and has made out with almost 30,000 robots. With his muddy humor and sharp witty observations, Awol One is relentless in many ways, and loves pizza.
Josh Martinez is made of money and charm, has 3 children from 4 mothers, is an amateur ornithologist and a semi-pro curler. A former X-games gold medallist, he has been without the use of his legs for the last three years, and as such, is bed ridden and covered in boils.
Moves has over 200 albums in his discography, speaks 13 languages, models high fashion on the catwalks of Milan and single handedly discovered the Northwest Passage. On top of being made of candy, Moves was part of pop supergroup Len and has broken hearts worldwide with his mastery of heartbreak music.
"If you like getting staggeringly drunk to forget your problems, consider this album your theme music…" – Urb
"Moves production sets the perfect tone for West Coast golden boys Martinez and Awol to tear the tears right out of your ducts." – Vice
"Heartbreakingly real, with just a glimmer of hope. Fantastic." - NME
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