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NADAS TOUR ITINERARY
4-27 - 4-30

WED 4-26
Prep Day
9:30 am SHARP meeting at office
11:00am gear maintenance and drop off at bus barn

THUR 4-27
Buena Vista University (3.5hrs)
1:00 meet at bus barn
2:00 Sound loads in (outdoors)
5:00 Nadas load/check
7:00 bound to be checks
7:00 Nadas eat dinner with 3 lucky raffle winners
8:00 Bound to be 45 min set
9:00 Nadas 90 min set
11:30 tear the roof off storm lake.....or wander around for miles and hours trying to find hotel

FRIDAY 4-29 DOOMS DAY
Loras College (3hrs) Jeff Schafer 630-2xx-xxxx
11:30 check out and eat
12:00 on the road
2:30-4:00 live band karaoke band!
3:30 stage gear
4:00 check and go
5:00 Nadas Set 90min
6:15 done and torn out by
7:00 on the road
Court Ave Fest (3.5hrs)
7:00 rolling wheels
7-8:30 Mr Babers Neighbors
9-10:15 Jem State
10:30 Nadas Arrive
11:00 Nadas On Stage 90 min set
12:30 curfew
12:30 Private party contact will meet Luke at sound board to be escorted backstage
12:30 Mike and Jason take guitars and go w/ DD
12:30 pack van for fly show and drop trailer in garage
1:00am arrive
1:05am 1-60min set
2:??am We are returned home

Sat 4-30
Red Bull Flughugaboozalpaolooza Fest
5:00am Meet at bus barn
6:40am Depart Des Moines
11:00am land
12:30am get to hotel and nap
3:45 depart hotel for venue
4:00 soundcheck
8:00 Nadas on Stage 90min set I assume
9:30 Even I probably wont be able to party

Sun 4-31
OFF
Who wants to have their turn at a day of fun?
Pool,go karts,rock show

MON 4-32
TRAVEL DAY
10:00am depart hotel
12:25 leave phoenix
8:35PM arrive in Des Moines

My little ADVENTURE by Justin

My little ADVENTURE by Justin


About two or three months ago Jason and I started talking about motorcycles. Well, he started talking about them. Jason started doing a bunch of searching and showed me a few. I never really even thought about it. I’ve had a few bikes and have been riding since a child. Heck, I thought it was all out of my system. Then, a few months ago, I watched a movie called A Long Way Around, a documentary about two dudes who take a long long trip on bikes, a crazy trip, through like Siberia and stuff. I mean, some of the best roads they traveled down looked like and arena moto-cross coarse. One of the dudes was Ewin McGregor by the by. Anyway, something set a fire under my bump and I started searching for a bike. I searched for days and finally found what I wanted. What, wait a minute, it’s in Nash Vegas, just pictures, brief discription, and service manual copies. I contacted the sales person about 300 times and my uncle, a beamer owner, about 400 times. All was set, this looked like a fantastic bike, just what I wanted. Angelica, my girlfriend, booked an early plane ticket out of KC and I left at 4 in the morn. Things went well and I had the deal done by 12. I left the dealership loaded with my belongings by 12:30 and headed out onto I-24 into Nashville traffic with just a respectable clue of how to ride this bike. Trucks changing lanes without a signal and corvettes on speed cutting me off, man it was great. Traffic relaxed and I became comfortable with the bike and the road. Then, about 200 hundred miles into the ride, the skies darkened and the temp dropped twenty degrees. The fuel gauge dipped quickly below the empty line and the fuel light flashed red. Great, my first tank of gas in a new bike and I’m going to have to leave it stranded on I-24. I think to myself, how long do you think it will take for someone to load that thing up, it’s pretty heavy? No need to worry, I can’t do anything about it; just keep going till the bike shuts down. I travel on hoping/praying for a gas station. Then just below a hill I see salvation, a sign with gas, at exit 44. I pull in just as the bike runs out of petro. I fill up, add all my winter linings to my riding jacket and press on. The temp has dropped, clouds have thickened and the rest of the ride looks cold and wet. I make some great time, even after being hit by wind, rain and miles of road construction. I roll into St. Louis just after rush hour. I was about to take a short cut that would divert me around town but then I thought, wait I won’t go by the arch. It was so awesome crossing the Old Man and seeing the arch on the bike. Wet and even colder I pushed on, only to finally stop in Booneville Mo, yep that’s right Booneville, for some coffee and grub. Not much there, but a gas station and an inviting Super 8 sign. I thought, with a little rest I could journey on but I had hit that wall of exhaustion that tells you it is time to get off. I got a room and kicked back in a recliner with my riding coat still on and fell asleep. Later I woke up sweating, covered below all of the hotel blankets including the bed cover. I wondered why it was so itchy. I woke up early, warmed up the bike and traveled on. The sun broke through the clouds with a much-needed warmth. But not for long. Soon, a front moved in, and the wind fired up to about 30 or 40 miles per hour. It was a tough four hours of riding, with the wind and overcast skies. I arrived at home, took a long hot shower and just relaxed. Tired, sore and exhausted I looked back and reflected my trip, some advice from a friend who said I should just trailer it home, and all the near misses I had along the way. I wouldn’t have done it any other way. Besides, what kind of story would that have made. Ya, I bought that bike. The dealer is bringing it up on a trailer tomorrow. Boring!

from justin. . .

Hey all, JK here. Since no one else has ponyed up in a long time to write a blog I thought I take a moment to do it. The past couple of weeks have just been fantastic. I’ve gotten the opportunity to share the stage with my good friends from the Josh Davis band and also make new friends and play with one of my favorite bands the Damnwells. They are a stand up bunch of guys from Brooklyn NY. Definitely, well worth checking out their live show and buying their CDs. Then, just this past weekend we played at the historic Surf ballroom in Clear Lake IA. This is the last place Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and the Big Bopper played, the day the music died. If you’ve never been there it is well worth the trip. I’m sure we’ll play up there again so keep and eye on our tour page and come check out the place and enjoy a show. The next couple weeks we are taking a little time off to catch up on all the stuff we have neglected. For me it’s just normal stuff, mailing bills late, re heading my drum kit, maybe even cleaning the spilled Jaeger off of it, a na, too much work, and trying to catch up on emails. Thanks to all who attended the shows the past couple of weeks. It has been a blast and you all make my job so much fun. See ya soon.

I'm sorry. . . .

I am sorry, I have let y'all down. I HAD to take a break from the blogging. You know sometimes you just get tired of talking. . . . blogging is the same way . . . blog blog blog. At least with talking people can respond and act like they are interested. I was talking to my friend Kyle Munson this morning. Kyle is the music critic for the Des Moines register. He is a prolific blogger. Sometimes long posts, sometimes short. Sometimes they are deep and philosophical, sometimes strictly informational. He made me feel bad. Reminded me that I have a duty to my readers. Jon D Miller founder of Hawkeye Nation and soon to be daily radio host gave me the same kick in the ribs a week ago. He said he spends 3-4 hours online everynight after his family goes to bed just corresponding with his readers and fans. He also said he still finds time to visit our blog daily only to find it stagnant and unchanged. OKAY! I am back in the saddle. Anyway, I PROMISE to do better. I promise to keep you all informed what is going on. At least once a week if not once a day. Don't be afraid to drop us an email and I will try to address it in the blog or forward it to whoever you want in the band to respond. Thanks for listening. . . . .

So in the mean time, check out Mandy Miller's photo blog.

Miller Time!

Also, Justin promises an update. . . .