The Whiskey Diaries: South By Southwest And Back, Part 7

Tiger Flowers

Our dude Jesse James Madre of Tiger Flowers has been mad prolific out there on the road. Here’s a double-shot of his SXSW diaries, with another serving on the menu for tomorrow. Enjoy.

It’s 2 a.m. and we’re leaving a basement show outside Dallas, Texas. Our first show after the clusterfuck of SXSW.

The basement is small and hot and we’re playing with some new friends in Hull and Mutilation Rites and we are all so loud and so heavy, the foundation shakes. In this small basement, everyone cramped in, we’re all the same. No one is too cool down here. Everyone is hungry for the same thing. All our teeth are sharp for the same reason. Gnashing at something real. No wrist bands. No pat downs. No VIP section. We’re all the same piles of shit down here and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

But of course, every herd has its weak link. Always a runt.

There’s a group of hip kids who have decided to stand outside and talk about the difference between “real black metal” and what they’re hearing now. These basement aficionados. These kids who’ve never been in a band or a van or on a team or in a league. You’ll always have these kind of haters and as far as I’m concerned, they can stay outside.

We don’t need them down here. Let’s keep it real. No pretense, just hearts and strings and amps and guts. A seven-foot ceiling keeping us crouched together. Making it hotter. When I move forward, the whole crowd has to move with me because it’s that tight. I love this. I love this so much that I’m not worried about the 12-hour ride ahead of us to get to Nashville for tomorrow’s show.

I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I’m still 15 in this basement. My heart hasn’t been broken yet and won’t be for many years to come. I don’t have any debt. I don’t have any regrets. Right here is where I’ve always wanted to be. This is real and it keeps us young.

It’s 2 a.m. and we’re saying our goodbyes to Hull and Mutilation Rites. 12 hours ahead of us. From here on out, all roads head north or east. The halfway point is behind us with the setting sun. It’s 2 a.m. and we have to drive straight through the night. The first shift is mine and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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