Mar 17, 2012
Facts and Fibbery: (Quasi) Fictional Tales from the Van Hunt Spring Tour
(the following is the first in a series of posts from the road crafted by guitarist Douglas Showalter)
This long haul had a bad case of something to start. Our beloved black vessel from last years jaunt, Bronx Trot, had suffered a wound. The lovely folks at Smooth Moves (the van rental people) told us some band called Pastry Brains had dented the side of it. Cursed! However, we were quickly presented with a second, much brighter option. Enter Snowdonk, our new van equipped with all the fixens. All was well, and SXSW bound we were.
Along the way we met some friends and foes. Tusconasaurus, one of our attempted joyriders, offered to sleep inside our gargantuan upright case in exchange for a ride. To settle the matter, we pulled Snowdonk to the side of the desert road and had a dance off. With mashup of “Careless Whisper” and “Bop Gun” guiding the movement, it took the 6 of us combined to combat his prehistoric steps. Onward we were, with victory in our stride.