Sparks fly leaving Our Lady in pieces
Day 5 - August 5 - Oklahoma City

We've just had a bus change and Kevin (the tour manager) and Duncan (the bass player) are molten mad at Raine (the singer), Mike (the guitar player) and I. It seems we didn't help the poor fellas move enough gear! Well, I for one take this opportunity to apologize.

Anyway, after that stuff was all finished, I started to get a little bored so I decided to take on the position of "stir it up guy" (a well-known figurehead posture) in the OLP camp and got into a small arsenal of fireworks that had taken residence in my bag (just in case of a rainy day). I then went on to show my wares to Raine and realized from the sparkle in his eye, I need not even pick up a match. I had an accomplice.

We then needed a victim and Mike just happened to walk into the hotel room to use the bathroom (which is the world's best place to spark up one's peaceful moment with a lady finger or two, look it up if you don't believe me). Raine then took the opportunity to arm himself and foolishly try the "stuff it under the door after you light it technique." Next thing you know, Mike has barely sped up his natural bowel movement and Raine has the bells of St. Mary's ringing in his head with a black thumb to boot! Foiled!

Luckily, Lonnie (our guitar technician) needed a fresh towel for the pool. We told him there was one in the bathroom (there wasn't), and this time Raine was armed with about 35 lady's on a string. He lit them and dropped them on his feet, burned his legs, then rolled backwards like an orangutan on crack while Lonnie watched laughing. I then ran from the room and hid on the bus whilst Raine tried fanning the smoke away from the fire alarm that had gone off. Foiled again!

Next up came Duncan. Don't forget our friendly bass playing buddy is in a (very rare for him) sour mood. Raine collected the last of the little lady's and put them in a real Bronx bomber with the help of a handy dandy twist tie and while Duncan was on the phone, Raine cleverly (practice makes perfect) put the crackers in a paper bag next to Dunky's head. Seconds later Dunk comes running onto the bus screaming at the top of his lungs (we were the only ones that could hear him; he certainly couldn't.)

After all that madness it was time for load in. We were scheduled to do an acoustic show for this cool station, KNRX, at the Boars Head and on our way, we heard from our Columbia promo rep Ray (spin getter and all around regular guy), that The Artist was performing in town. We all realized that this show was a necessity see, after all, it is that guy Prince! Luckily, we weren't on until midnight, so we could see God perform. People, I've seen a lot of shows for a kid my age (22), but this one was some serious schooling. This man does not kid around. Just go see this show -- the jam of the year tour!

Finally after being a little bit humbled, we finally got on stage around 12:30 a.m. We plowed through an hour set and still had an enormous amount of fun, even after 600 or so times through it. By the way, thank you if you attended (anyone from Oklahoma City). And that is all I have to say about that! Well, goodnight.

Jeremy Taggart