The name is this tour should be "Sweatathon 2005" for fucks sake, it was another insanely hot day in Provo, UT. We got up early to get out to Provo becuase it's a 8 and a half hour drive from Reno. After saying goodbye to Josh and The Born Losers and exchanging warm feelings we piled back into the Mark 3 and rolled out to Provo. Not a bad drive, pretty chill actually. I knew that Utah had a lot of salt, but jesus christ there was salt or salt water everywhere along the interstate, car painting companies must make a fortune out here.
We rolled into Provo around 7:30, we were supposed to be there around 6:30 and we WOULD have been on time, except we failed to plan for the fact that we were changing time zones and needed to add an extra hour to our time. Upon getting to the venue, I immediatly had a gastrointestinal emergency, it seems that the Lengua tacos were a much worse idea than I imagined and my stomach was rebelling.
The first person I ran into was Dan from Drown Out The Stars and the first thing he says to me is, I shit you not, "There isn't going to be anyone here tonight." It seems that there was a little confusion between them and the booker of the venue and who's playing and what not, so even though I set up the show two months ago, it was last minute for the rest of the bands. Oh well, we were not discouraged.
The venue was called Muse Music, which is a small space behind a very weird record store with lots of weird records hanging on the walls. It was pretty cool all ages spot and was about three times the size of the last venue. Despite the opening remarks there was a fairly decent amount of people there. We rocked the show, way better than the last night and people were into it. It was definatly a sweatbox down there and I came equipped with a towel for protection from my own sweat glands. People were over the top nice to us and were helping us left and right.
As we are finding out Metal Hardcore/Screamo has taken over the nation and evidently there is "war" going on between Hardcore/Screamo and Fashioncore. We have no clue as to what Fashioncore is and are determined to find out what the hell it is. Also people went out of there way to tell us that Provo, AKA Happy Valley, is where the mormons are centralized, NOT Salt Lake City, that was stressed to us.
We crashed with Dan from Drown Out The Stars in Salt Lake City and he was over the top nice towards us, a really rad guy. Overall we dug Utah, except for the few religous billboards, it was a killer time had by all and hopefully we can return soon,

Matt

It's crazy, without even trying Riot-A-Go-Go has matching fashion. The day after the Provo show we got up, got dressed, and look like we came from the Star Trek planet of the color dragons. Matt was rockin' this bright yellow shirt with a anatomical heart on it, Casey was rockin' a bright pink Myrtle Beach shirt, and I had on some yellow racing stripe 70's running shorts with a bright green top. It was then that I realized we TRULY ARE A BAND, because we rock the subliminal fashion mind meld. Riot-A-Go-Go was a sight to see in Salt Lake City.
The show the night before went really well: metal band - Riot A Go Go - metal band. It's kinda neat to hear our music in stark contrast to the surrounding bands. We all must've sweated a gallon. The kids in Drown Out the Stars were SUPER FRIENDLY, I am blown away by the hospitality of complete and utter strangers so far on this trip. -Nova