Thursday, March 31, 2005

Chapter Thirty: Ruuudy!!
A little post holiday day-off means spending time with the fam. I got to hang out with my mom and also my sister who attends UMass. We watched four consecutive episodes of The Inferno on MTV. How I miss college.

If you haven't seen it already, I highly recommend the House of Cosbys. Damian and I agree that episode 1 is by far better than the other two, but they all have their moments. You'll see.

Love,
Rusty (aka "Guitarist Cosby")
(submitted 3.29.05)
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Candy Good Time

Photo courtesy of CinnamonLips


Wow, when Tim asks for candy sculptures, he gets candy sculptures. Among the swarm of chocolate Easter bunnies was an amazing "OK Go" logo made of swedish fish and ju-ju fruits, an incredible Smartie ping-pong table and a Hershey Kisses unicorn. Well done, folks... possibly the best audioblog response to date.

This was also a special show for me, as my parents, brother and sister were in attendance (I'm from the Heart of the Commonwealth, the home of the Valentine and the birth control pill--clearly, a city of love--the Paris of the 80's: Worcester, Massachusetts). My family seemed to have a good time though they didn't really know how to respond to my sweet tapered pants.

Love,
Rusty

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Steaks Is High
What's the expression? When in Rome eat a lot of pizza and stuff? It goes something like that, I think. Well, if Rome was Philadelphia and you was looking for a delicious snack, the choice, in my opinion, is obvious: cheesesteaks. We rolled over to the famous duo of Pat's and Geno's. Some people say they're overrated, but honestly, why waste time rating things when you can just enjoy? We wanted Grade D beef covered in Cheez Whiz, and we got it. On all of my previous trips to cheesesteak mecca, I've gotten one of each, to decide who's better. I'm happy to say that Pat's King Of Steaks was victorious on this trip ("happy" because the other place, Geno's, was non-ironically selling "Freedom Fries" and were all about the electrocution of Mumia Abu-Jamal).

Note to self: A pound (liter?) of liquid cheez is neither good for the vocal chords nor the stomach. Try not to consume two cheesesteaks before singing and/or jumping around.

Love,
Rusty
(written 3.25.05)
Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Evil Andy Ross
I like Pittsburgh. There're a bunch of rivers and bridges and hills. It also has the Liberty Bridge, which has become the subject of our newest #1 hit song. If you ask nicely we may sing it for you, but we're so sick of it by now that we probably won't.

A fan at the show told me that her boyfriend's name is Andy Ross. Is this my evil twin... or am I his? There's only one way to find out. Feel free to speculate in the comments section.

Love,

Rusty
(written 3.23.05)
DOWN WITH OPP*, VOL 1
Nikkioli has pictures of OK Go in Northampton on her blog.

And Chris, from The Sun, has a livejournal going about the tour.

*Other People's Postings, of course. Email me yours with OPP in the subject line.
Audioblog: Boston
If you're going to the Boston show, this message is for YOU:
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Audioblog: Portland
If you're going to the Portland, ME show, this message is for YOU:
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Monday, March 28, 2005

Audioblog: Burlington
If you're going to the Burlington show, this message is for YOU:
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Friday, March 25, 2005

Audioblog: Northampton
If you're going to the Northampton show, this message is for YOU:
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Thursday, March 24, 2005

Audioblog: Philadelphia
If you're going to the Philly show, this message is for YOU:
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Chapter Twenty-Six: Stitch, Stitch, Stitch
Beware of Cleveland's evil, or maybe just ignorant, tailors! When we're in New York next week we're going to be doing photo shoots for the upcoming album promotion and we needed to be measured for our beautifully froofy, over-indulgent suits. Unfortunately, the tailor thought it appropriate to "improvise" on our measurements.

I'll let Damian explain:

"We went to get our measurements done at a suit shop in downtown Cleveland. I went there under the impression that the girth of one's chest is a relatively fixed quantity, the sort of number that doesn't change significantly from tailor to tailor, or measuring tape to measuring tape. Not so, apparently: it seems that chest size is pretty subjective. This guy, for instance, liked to hold the tape out about five inches from our chests when measuring. I was a 42 according to him (I usually wear 36 or 38, and swim in a 40). He draped Tim and Andy in enormous tents and then took "rough measurements" from those. If you made suits using his measurements, we'd all look like David Byrne or ministers from southern black churches. Or cops. Anyhow, we finally found a trustworthy seamstress..."

Do you really want to see us in non-overly-tight clothing anyway?

Love,
Rusty

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Audioblog: Pittsburgh
If you're going to the show tonight, this message is for YOU:
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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Cleveland Brown
Some fans in Cleveland listened to Tim's audioblog on bringing brown stuff took up the challenge with incredible success. We received some wonderfully iced brownies and some (not-so-edible) brown ping-pong balls. Others, however, went over the "appropriate" line. We'll leave it at that.

Thanks to the Cleveland folk. You were lots of fun to play to.

Love,

Rusty

Monday, March 21, 2005

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Nappy O
Have you heard of Napoleon, Ohio? I didn't think so. I don't even think the people that live in Napoleon, Ohio have heard of Napoleon, Ohio. I'd like to say OK Go put Napoleon, Ohio's name on the map, but honestly, I really don't think we helped the cause. We did rock the town VFW Hall for some old-school DIY punk rock flavor, though. It was a good time for a Sunday night show in the middle of nowhere (no offense, Napoleon, Ohio). I'm also psyched that our hotel in Napoleon, Ohio was on Bonaparte Drive. Booyakasha!

Love,

Rusty
Chapter Twenty-Three: OK Go 10, Toledo 0
Holy Toledo! Ok, now that that's out of the way, we can get on with this post. Damian and I spent several hours driving around Toledo looking for a decent cup of coffee and along the way invited exactly 10 people to our show (OK Go having never played Toledo, we even put these people on the guest list!), and exactly zero of the people we invited showed.

Not cool, Toledo... I'll remember that. (Before you start barraging Jorge and me with guest list requests, I'd like to note this offer is only good for people standing between us and our coffee.)

Love,

Rusty
No More Tears, Lots More Tour
The OK Go tour continues. We've added dates in Canada, Florida, Atlanta. The band is also making another visit to Texas, because Dan left his wallet in El Segundo, and Texas is on the way.

3/21/05 Cleveland, OH — Grog Shop— $10, All Ages
3/23/05 Pittsburgh, PA — Modern Formations— $8, All Ages
3/25/05 Philadelphia, PA — North Star Bar — $10, 21+
3/26/05 Northampton, MA — Pearl Street — $10, All Ages
3/29/05 Burlington, VT — Higher Ground — $10, All Ages
3/30/05 Portland, ME — The Space — $10, 18+
3/31/05 Boston, MA — TT Bears — $10, 18+
4/05/05 Toronto, Canada — El Mocambo Club — $12.50, 19+
4/06/05 Montreal, Canada — TBA
4/08/05 Hoboken, NJ — Maxwell's — $10, All Ages
4/09/05 Brooklyn, NY — North 6th — $10, 18+
4/10/05 Washington, D.C. — Black Cat — $12, All Ages
4/12/05 Atlanta, GA — The Earl — $8, 21+
4/14/05 Jacksonville, FL — Jack Rabbits — $10, All Ages
4/15/05 Seminole, FL — Boomerz Boiler Room — $10, All Ages
4/16/05 Orlando, F L— The Social — $10, 18+
4/17/05 Tallahassee, FL — Club Downunder/FSU — TBA
4/18/05 New Orleans, LA — One Eyed Jacks — $8, 18+
4/20/05 Houston, TX — Mary Jane's Fat Cat — $8, All Ages
4/21/05 Dallas, TX — Trees — $10, 17+

The Sun and Army Of Me will be joining us on certain dates. Tim has been leaving audio blog messages for each show, so if you're planning on going to a concert, make sure you get your instructions first. Check them out here

Friday, March 18, 2005

Chapter Twenty-Two: A Longwave Journey Into Rock
I've never been to Ann Arbor before. I'm glad we went there last night. Fantastic audience. We also got to play with New York band Longwave, who are super freaking awesome. OK Go toured with them a couple of years ago, but this was my first time checking them out. They have a new album coming out in May called "There's a Fire" (Sound familiar? They say it's not a reference...). Unfortunately, this was our only show with them, but definitely check them out if you get the chance.

By some stroke of insane luck, one of my roommates from my senior year of college randomly attended the show last night. I haven't really talked to him since graduation, so needless to say, my mind-thought was completely psyched out.

Love,

Rusty

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Chapter Twenty-One: Green Means 'Go
St. Patrick's Day. OK Go rolled up to the Phoenix Hill Tavern (Louisville, KY), ready to drop some Erin-Go-Brah science on a welcoming crowd. Unfortunately, 99% of Louisville was packed into the strip of Irish bars a few blocks down the street. No matter...the rock was still unleashed.

Phoenix Hill is a mega-complex with something like five stages and 27 bars. Upstairs there was an early 90's cover band playing. It's safe to say their room wasn't packed because we actually heard them scream at their audience, "C'mon Louisville... WAKE UP!!!" Ouch.

Love,

St. Rustick

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Chapter Twenty: Crashville
Nashville, Nashville, Nashville. Unfortunately, I have to present you guys with the Worst Audience Award. I don't want to be negative, but there's gotta be some reality in this here blog, and Nashville, you just don't get an A for effort. Don't get me wrong: there were some ass-kickin' OK Go fans in attendance who rocked out all night and were genuinely appreciated. But as a whole, I've seen better crowds at Denny's. Maybe even in funeral homes.

Note: the night before the show, we stayed in a heat-less, hot-water-less, internet-less, tv-less hotel, so that may have affected my mood. But come to think of it, the righteous soul food we got at local fixture "Swett's" fixed that.

Nope. Nashville, you lose.

Love,

Rusty

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Chapter Nineteen: Hold The Mayo
I've been developing a series of high-performance meals for professional athletes and touring musicians. So far, I've only finalized The #3, which consists of a bag of Nacho Cheese Combos, a two-pack of Twinkies and 20-ounce Mountain Dew (with a side of mayo for dipping).

In all seriousness though, I need to talk about mayo for a second. I really hate mayonnaise. It must be one of the three vilest substances man and nature have combined to create (nicotine and Paul Wolfowitz being the other two). I just need to get this out there so you know where I'm coming from and we can move in peace in a mayo-less world.

Peace, love, hold the mayo,

Rusty

Monday, March 14, 2005

Chapter Eighteen: Picture Book, A-Scooby-Dooby-Do
If you haven't been to Blueberry Hill in St. Louis, you're missing out on some serious memorabilia. Every wall in the place is comprehensively covered according to different themes, ranging from The Simpsons to 1940s cigarette ads (a Camel ad from 1943 had the amazing line "Doctors prefer Camel to other brands").
The owner also posts pictures of himself with all of the musicians, sports stars and celebrities that come through St. Louis. At a glance you assume he's got them all: Paul McCartney, Jimmy Page, Weird Al Yankovic (now that's an all-star band!). While taking our mandatory picture, I asked him if there was a short list of the few stars that he really wanted on his wall but had never met. He replied, "Well, I've pretty much got a picture with everyone except Madonna and Prince. Those two I really want."

"Hmm... What about presidents?"

"Well, you know, I've got nothing against presidents... but I don't really care for them." I decided that I really like this guy, (and that was before he bought us shots).

If you're thinking about traveling to the top of the arch in St. Louis, don't be a) claustrophobic, or b) afraid of heights. While I'm neither of these things, I waited patiently for one of them to suddenly kick in so I could freak out on everyone. It might have been cool had it happened, but I'm glad it didn't. I'd rather have all of St. Louis feel safe.

Love,

Rusty

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Chapter Seventeen: Look At The Ass In Those Jeans
Before leaving Lawrence we took the obligatory thrift shop stroll. I bought a pair of jeans. Tim got a jacket, shirt and hat. Dan was off getting Mexican food. Damian, shockingly, found nothing to his liking.

I, embarrassingly, tried on several pairs of women's jeans (not realizing my mistake, mind you) and got back a few weird looks after my enthusiastic, "So how do these look?!" (Note: they did indeed look sexy).

St. Louis, here we come!

Love,

Rustical

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Chapter Sixteen: Just Kidding! Jacket Required!
Lawrence, Kansas knows how to rock. A wonderful crowd was out at the Bottleneck for a fine evening of rock and a glorious, if not disastrous, unveiling of a fan-favorite from the last album (previewed the night before in Omaha). What most struck me in Lawrence, however, was the resistance of indigenous folk to wearing warm clothing.

Seriously, on the way back from dinner I saw three guys wearing (almost identical) t-shirts and shorts. It must have been 40 degrees out. At the show, fan after fan kept coming in wearing only a t-shirt. Have you people heard of jackets? It's cold out there!

I have to say, OK Go is officially hooked on the Photo Hunt game on those little bar video game things. The game shows you two almost identical pictures (usually involving a scantily-clad human) and you have to find five differences between the two. It's my personal goal to put OK Go as the #1 score in every bar across the country. So far we can claim the Bottleneck and some shady truck stop in Nebraska. Only 746,789,321 to go (It's a really big country).

Love,

Rusty

Friday, March 11, 2005

Chapter Fifteen: No-Jacket Attired
I'll tell you one thing: wearing these fantastic suits has its disadvantages. Tonight in Omaha, for example, I spent the entire second half of the show wondering if I was going pass-out from the heat on stage. Sadly, I had to break costume and de-jacket for the first time on tour. I'm hoping this breach of etiquette will not be repeated.

The show was good, and we played with two cool opening bands: Rescue and Statistics, both of which are on their way to SXSW. Since we've been asked at every single show if we're going, I'll answer here... OK Go will not be attending SXSW this year, so cancel those plane tickets.

Love,

Rusty

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Chapter Fourteen: Film School
Today we shot some footage for a video a couple of Colorado Film School students are making. Apparently, they had been making a music video for "Shortly Before The End" for a few months and wanted us to be a part of it. Basically, we're holding up the words to the song on cue cards as the lyrics are sung. But the real potential lies in the fact that we're standing in front of a blue screen. Hopefully they'll put us floating in space or standing in front of Mount Rushmore. A boy can dream at least.

See you tomorrow in Omaha!

Love,

The Rooster

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Chapter Thirteen: Dy-no-mite!
You know you're in Wyoming when your only options for both breakfast and lunch are McDonald's; you've driven for two hours and haven't seen a single person outside a car or truck; you're bored... really really bored. In all honesty though, our drive from Salt Lake City to Denver was one of the most beautiful on the tour so far. Just, um, uneventful.

After serving up a delicious plate of rock to a hungry Denver audience, our evening was capped with too many shots of Jameson's and a group viewing of Napoleon Dynamite. Sssssweeet!

Love,

Rusty

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Chapter Twelve: Quality You Can Taste
Hey web-folk,

Long time no see. This week was a homecoming for me as OK Go rolled into the Los Angeles metropolitan area. While blogging was on my mind, decompressing got the better of me. I promise to resume the daily activities now that we're back at full-steam.

There are a number of things to note about last week, however. Monday was field-trip-day and we spent it checking out the White Sands National Park in New Mexico (pictures to come, hopefully!). Activities included running on sand, rolling on sand, sledding on sand (sleds provided by nice group of AmeriCorps volunteers), and by default, looking at sand. It's a pretty place if you have the time, and enjoy sand.

When we rolled up to the Hotel Congress in Tucson that night we entered a yet undiscovered dimension, one known simply as 80's Dance Night. Now, I've been to a few 80's-relating dancing events before, but the combination of the group of people, the old-school swank of the Hotel Congress and the $1 well drinks made this a little too Twilight Zone for me to handle. At least my hotel room wasn't directly above the dance floor (note: sarcasm). Tucson and I got off to a rough start.

Our triumphant arrival in SoCal began with a lunch at the In-n-Out Burger. I really enjoy In-n-Out (wink, wink). Their formula is simple, yet brilliant. I'd actually like to hear your comments on who makes the best burger in your area, especially if we're playing in your town (use the comments section for the blog). Damian's sitting next to me (steadfastly working on the next OK Go logo, by the way) and wants to know where he can find the best "exotic cuisine." I don't really know what he's talking about, but by contract I'm not allowed to argue with him (or look at him before 6:00 pm).

All of the southwest and West Coast shows were a ton of fun. Thanks to everyone who made it to the show.

I'd like to end this little update by noting that today is, in fact, my birthday. Salt Lake City, prepare to rage.

Love,

Rusty