We traveled from NYC to Los Angeles to Tulsa OK in under 26 hours to play the first show of our latest tour with Jucifer. The Venue was switched last minute and when we pulled up to the enormous neon VFW sign we all looked at each other and sighed a little bit. Not that we have anything against Veterans of Foreign Wars we have just had really horrible experiences playing for them. This night turned out to be just the opposite and we milked it by spending six hours in the VFW bar becoming acquainted with Tulsa's war heroes. The girls set the room on fire that night and just before we went downstairs to watch Jucifer play we did Wild Turkey shots from glasses that were so dirty and full of bugs I think the entire room gagged a little bit after we tipped our elbows.Any way, did I mention the venue was changed? Yes. But I didn't mention that Van Halen and a gun convention were in town that evening. Two VERY popular attractions in Tulsa. We watched Jucifer play to a crowd of three... that would be us. Needless to say, they killed it. It was the most impressive and heartfelt show I have seen since, well, I can remember. They are so in the moment and part of the music the entire performance that it's hard to imagine them as normal people that... let's say... brush their teeth or eat sandwiches. That is, until they get off the stage and are three (including Brent their lighting/sound/roadie/sidekick) of the kindest most considerate people you could ever interact with. That night (to our horror) we played after Jucifer with just Amber, Ed, and Brent standing there watching us in the empty VFW hall. Jucifer is truly one of the last of their kind. An endangered species that honestly and earnestly holds fast to the original punk rock ideal. They live to play and play to live. It's as simple as that.
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