Family really does come through sometimes. My aunt and uncle were very kind to put us up in their very comfortable home, and it was good to see my grandma again too. We got some well-needed rest, showers, and a high-speed internet connection with which to update the journal. It was a breath of fresh air to see them all out of the context of holidays and moving. Family time should, whenever possible, be handled in a situation free from stress and obligation; especially when regarding extended family that you don't see very often. It makes everything so much more pleasant. My aunt sent us packing with sodas and snacks, and we were on our way to North Carolina.

As we walked up to the club, everything looked pretty quiet. I began preparing myself for a quiet evening, playing rock and roll to a couple drunks, who would occasionally look up from their mug to yell, "Freebird!" But as we opened the door to the small pub, we were hit with a wave of the familiar noise of a crowded bar. Thank the undead Lord.

The first band that performed was a band called, "Those Bugs Are Eating The Other Bugs' Guts", undoubtedly a name penned under the influence of one too many glasses of wine and a late night science show on The Nature Channel. Their drummer had the most modest set of our tour, consisting of a mere floor tom and the singer, who looked like the nice girl at the office who's in a band too, switched off scream-o vocals with the more mellow guitarist. They were pretty fun. Seemed to have lots of lyrics about the economy.

The second band was called Palagic, which has something to do with open water in oceanography (as Logan pointed out) and were more on the instrumental tip, with the exception of a few songs near the end. They were a bit mathy as well, with lots of time and tempo changes, but my favorite thing about them was the faces they made at each other while they were playing. They'd open their eyes and mouths wide during the breaks as if to say, "Hey, we're both playing the stops! Whadayaknow!" It was cute. The singer from the first band came up to sing a song too.

We played a good set, but for some reason I was a bit bummed out, so my presence was a bit less energetic than usual. Want to know why I was bummed out? Me too. Sometimes it just happens and I can't help it. We were really tight, despite my melancholy and the crowd seemed very appreciative. I was mostly appreciative when we got to go to our place of rest and lay our weary heads down for the night. I think I was just tired.

Judah