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Saturday, July 24, 2010

" I hate Grandma, she's a bitch, all she does is suck my dick" - Wild America Tour Report. Week 1



It's summer and Wild America has hit the road to support their debut 7in "The Sea" (Freedom School Records). They're hitting up the midwest and having tons of fun along the way, here's some pictures and stuff from the trip.



This was taken inside of the Famous Lost Cross punk house in Carbondale, Il. Some would say this is an apt description of our band and lifestyles, but NEVER about our scent.


This is the Lost Cross bathroom. Not mild, but definitely BUCK.


This is Milo, he is an adventure dog. There is no way to dispute this fact after you meet him.



This is Jim. He plays guitar in Uh-Oh, a milwaukee band that joined us for 5 dates out of this tour. They are a great band, and we miss them very much. Here we see Jim on the roof of Lost Cross about to swing off of it.


Jim, mid flight.





This guy is hanging up inside the BFG in appleton, wi. Thanks to amos and crew for letting us bend the rules and play, despite our status.


I never expected to walk into Extreme Noise records and see dumbest sign, for the most useless bullshit on the entire planet. Punk isn't dead, it just fucking sucks.



This was our view out of one of the MANY windows inside the IMPOSSIBLY HUGE Lucky Gator Loft in Chicago. Headless statue had it coming. Mouthy statues get dead. 

Big thanks to everyone that's put us up, smoked us out, didn't mind when one of us (ed. note, me) said weird shit to your girlfriend, put up with us being late, loud and drunk, came to the show, or just said some weird funny shit within earshot. Big sorry to all those we've offended by trying to speak in midwestern accents.

Friday, July 16, 2010

"I thrive on instruction" G.L.

Our mild summer is chugging along at a snails pace. You can't sit around critiquing the Chronicle's writers all summer along(ed. note, this is how i spend 15 minutes of my day), so we here at Trailer Space hope your frolicking in some water somewhere, making out with someone cute, or doing something really fun. Just don't get caught.

Fuck man, is it really that bad?

Thanks Mac, inspirational.

We got this in the mail from our good buddy max. We admire the will required to not finish the whole bottle of whiskey and we're ESPECIALLY impressed that he made it all the way to the post office (ed. note, No Trailer Space regular would accomplish all this)


Sunday, July 11, 2010

“The problem with some people is that when they aren't drunk, they're sober.” - William Butler Yeats


Dog days of summer. The shop is curiously devoid of customers. The sun seems to be too much for Austin at large (despite this being a MILD summer) so the Trailer Space day to day has slowed down to the following:

1. Is soccer on today?
2. Let's blow some shit up with fireworks
3. Who wants to throw in on beer?
4. Oh look, its the crappy band that's playing here tonight.
5. Who wants to throw in on beer?

That's not to say we haven't been having fun. Our friends have been lighting us up with the spark of their wit and the precision and passion they have for killing time. In honor of this, here are a few quotes from some of the best and brightest we've heard this week. Names changed to protect the innocent, bring us some beer and we'll rat them out in a heart beat.


"I'm all about late term abortion. Life doesn't begin until you can shuffle, cut and deal a deck of cards." - Jacob S.

"I can't imagine a vagina being any dryer than it is when it's in our place." - Bill C.

"I have a friend who has the gout right now. He has staph, too." Bryan S.

"People Crazy in Austin. They all drive like they diggin' somethin out they ass." Houston Sid

"Sometimes you have to play hard to get, espicially when you have no lube." Mark R.

"What the fuck is your problem? With all that ORganic food you spend your money on, you better be shitting like a champion!" Matt

"That was the time that I knocked the bumper off that guys car...yeah, fuck that guy." Matt

"I remember this place back in the day, it used to be called "Rat Turds in the Ceiling"." Mark R