I got this e-mail the other day from our friends in the Black Lips, hilarious:
Dear fans,
Unfortunately, we have had to flee the country of India due to having our whole tour canceled and having to escape being held by police for indecent exposure during our most rawkus set in Chennai at the Campus Rock Idol showcase.
After the fiasco, which the kids seemed to like, the financial backers of the event were furious and threw us off the tour. They tried to get security to restrain us until the Tamil police arrived. We locked the door while they were kicking and banging on it. Meanwhile, we slipped out the other emergency exit.
When we got to the hotel our tour guide informed us that the that the Campus Rock Idols sponsors were pressing charges and that the police would make their arrest. At that point our tour driver informed us we would have to drive six hours to get to the next town and cross state lines where we would be out of the Tamil authorities jurisdiction, because apparently the jail in Chennai is no joke. Word on the street said that it was teeming with tuberculosis, violence and live maggots so instead of risking going there we fled the scene. The drive ended up taking 10 hours because of a horrific accident on the road. We were also informed that all of the shows on our tour had been canceled effectively fucking all funds for the trip. This was a cultural clashing shit storm.
When we got to the next hotel a mysterious man and someone who worked for our Indian booking agency tried to run off with our passports they got to the car when we caught them. That’s when our VBS.tv documentarian Rob Semmer went postal on them. We surrounded them until they gave back our passports. After that we booked the first flight to Berlin to instead work with another Indian, King Khan, on an upcoming EP. We are flying out as soon as sunrise hits this far away land and we have to have the US embassy’s phone number on hand in case any more troubleshit starts popping at the airport or something. We would like to thank the four Hindi speaking tour guides, and Rana Ghose for helping us get through these enormous trials and tribulations, and for future reference we really enjoyed the people of India and we hope western rock bands will be able to tour there in the future.
Vet ni hur många ostämda gitarrer och skevskruvade analogsyntar en VICE-medarbetare tvingas genomlida en genomsnittlig kontorsvecka? Är det inte de nya heta är det de nya hoppfulla och inte en jävel ser ett värde i att gitarren spelar i samma tonart som basen. Befriande såklart, demokratiserande att det räcker med rätt jeans och bloggkompisar och allt det där. Talang är Idol. Men det är ändå befriande att ibland få bokstavligt talat hänföras av hoppfulla artister som faktiskt på riktigt är unika just för att de är bättre på det de gör än alla andra.
Brutha heter en grupp bröder från Los Angeles som har flyttat till Atlanta för att bygga sig en karriär. De har en egen dokusåpa på BET, klär sig som era kompisar som fortfarande bor kvar i Kalmar och är på hela taget precis sånt ni brukar få eksem av. Men lyssna ändå.
På väg hem från en efterfest vid tolvtiden igår, trötta som stryk upptäckte vi en tidsmaskin som kanske utan bildbevis kunde varit endast en hallucination. Synd att vi inte kom på hur den funkade.
