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Uni blog:
July 6th was the half way point of our tour. I personally feel that we as two bands get along really well. I mean, I can't stop laughing, but that's also the reason I have kept my friends all these years (cause I laugh at all their stupid jokes). (Pants edit: Our jokes are quite hilarious and not at all stupid)
When The Red Baron Tourmoble rolled up in Olympia, I was really liking the layout of what looked to be a bohemian town.
We had some time to kill, so we walked around, handing out tour flyers, making new friends, and observations.
We also got to check out e-mails, when I got some horrible news about a friend of mine who's in an awesome San Francisco band who got injured. I felt sick and frozen. It was hard for me to snap out of it and get into show mode.
I thought I was clever when setting up my gear in the window of Le Voyeur. I thought, these people look arty and hip, they will love that I'm playing in a window.
Needless to say, they didn't. They talked over me, gave me weird looks like I was ugly. Basically they sucked. The only people that listened were Pants Pants Pants, a heroin chic punk rocker who gave me the devil horns nod, and a table of young kids in front of me. One of them bought my cd and asked if she could share it with her friends. I said, "Yes! Please!" and in the back of my head I was thinking Olympia needs these sparkles.
When I get in a funk like this, it's hard for me to control what comes out of my mouth, so it was suggested to me by Lauren that I finish my set in the back after Pants Pants Pants play.
So I did only what a true Unicorn does in moments like this, I put my roller-skates on!!!
My mood brightened up when Pantsx3 played. If no one else liked us, we liked each other. A few people trickled in and out during the set.
When it was my turn to play, I felt something come over me. I was on fire, and I was out to prove something. I never really feel comfortable with talking on stage, but this night I was preaching to the choir, and making people sing along to songs they didn't know, and I was out to represent San Francisco and all it's Awesomeness.

Our extensive handbill campaign netted us three very nice and enthusiastic audience members. Luckily, one of these members was our new friend Emily who soon became our Olympian guardian angel. After a mostly chilly reception from most of the locals, Emily was nice enough to offer us a place to stay. Not only that, but she took us and our other two handbill success stories, Howard Curtis, to where she worked for ice cream (Traditions, which we highly recommend people). Eating ice cream in a closed gift shop managed to wash away the remaining sour feelings from a less than spectacular show.

Most importantly, we made two more jerky acquisitions this morning. The Olympia farmers market happened to have two rival dried cured meat purveyors directly across from one another. We purchased the obligatory samples from each, and preliminary reviews are quite positve. The jerky quality has taken a serious step up in the past few days, and our newly sophisticated palettes will probably never return to the world of the likes of Oberto.

Happy 7/7/7, we'll be celebrating by eating 7 types of jerky.

Ding Love,

Uni Pants