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Facts and Fibbery: (Quasi) Fictional Tales from the Van Hunt Spring Tour #2
(the following is the second entry in a series of posts from the road crafted by guitarist Douglas Showalter)
We exited the south gracefully, but not without some added concern. We came to learn, damply, that Snowdonk was ill-equipped in keeping us cool. Once in Chicago, we swapped her out for another white hype; Hudson Phohawke. Hudson proved to be much a smoother vessel. She even came equipped with a t-shirt, located underneath the passenger seat, with “Fountry as Cuck” taped on the front. We could not have asked for a more appropriate phrase to describe our sound, and journeys thus far.
While referred to as the Wolverine state, our time in Michigan proved otherwise. The locals hipped us to the rumor of an escaped white buffalo in the area, named ‘Drippins’, that was apparently a Van Hunt fanatic! Confused by the obsession, but admirable of her taste, we kept a collective eye over our gear and selves. However, Drippins managed to make her way to the show and stood front row and center the entire time. After security promptly escorted her hooves back to the dance floor once – during the show, it wasn’t until our encore that the party truly started.
As Van began his exit, Drippins jumped on the stage and charged after him with a lustful vengeance. Van had his back turned, unaware, and band members rushed to protect him from her lone stampede. All three took part, continuing to play their instruments while taking turns fending off the creature (and while not missing a note or beat). Once security got a hold of her, the band ended the track and proceeded to hip Van to the spectacle that just took place. We came to learn that Drippins proceeded to urinate on the back of the club once thrown out. She also managed to hide underneath vehicles and behind dumpsters while dodging security hours after the show had ended. Van had this to say about the experience;
“I was unaware of what was happening, but I could tell something was up because Doug missed the first chord of the encore’s last section. I was wondering why he simply didn’t play it – but I suppose, if it was in effort to protect me from a storming white bull, I will forgive him this time. In all honesty, now that I think about it, to me this was how I always envisioned ‘Hot Stage Lights’. A soundtrack for a raging bull.”


