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The Boss and The Sellout


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Obviously we made it to Canada because our anniversary blog was written from Vancouver, but we had to write about our experience getting in. We just wanted to wait until we were safely home in the States before bashing the border patrol. The following is the true story in its entirety.

It was three months ago yesterday that we headed out on the road, south on the 95 to Miami. At this point it feels like three years ago to both of us. We were filled with enthusiasm, chock full of ideas and had grand pipe dreams of working the festival circuit all summer long. We were willing to do whatever it took to make it happen. But there is a reality to any reality, and as many wonderful things have come our way that we never could have imagined, things have also been much more challenging and difficult than we ever could have fathomed.

Photographic highlights of our insane personal experiences at the festival.

Well folks…we must apologize for the long overdue blog regarding our Coachella Music Fesitval experience. We stuck around to help our boy Eric Ritz from Global Inheritance with the cleanup and breakdown of his Portal Potty exhibit, or as the entire festival production crew referred to them as, the “art shitters.” As a result, we haven’t really had any time until now to sit down and reflect on the whole experience. For your reading pleasure we have divided our experience up into four portions: what we did with Global Inheritance, some of the music we caught, our personal experiences, and the three days of clean up.

Sorry that the bloggin’ has been sporadic. We have been busy preparing our lives, our car and our business for the impending three-month road trip we are about to embark upon. This has consisted of tying up lots of loose ends, endless meetings and never-ending errand sprees throughout the city. We headed into the desert today equipped with our new tent, our new walkie talkies, a lot of water and a shit load of sunscreen.

Our day started relatively normal, like any working day…we woke up, grabbed some coffee and started running. Running errands, writing, writing, and writing, taking pictures, faxing, copying and just generally trying to run a business from on the road. But strange coincidences seem to follow us around and as we sat in a hole-in-the-wall pizza joint in Santa Monica... The events that followed were abnormal at best.

You realize quite a bit secluded on a farm with little or no interaction with the outside world. The people you meet, the stories you hear, and the things you see tend to change your perspective on what you originally thought life was all about on the east coast. As far as we’re concerned… All y’all paper pushin’ Yanks ain’t got shit. Sure, big business is a very important aspect of our country and it is a powerful driving force. However, when the going gets rough, and we’re talking really rough, y’all are screwed. The survivors, well the survivors live out here.

Due to extenuating circumstances, we felt the dire need to leave the confines of Florida and continue on our quest for the Holy Grail. Sorry, I mean the West Coast. As beautiful as it was, and as generous as our hosts were (big ups to Justin and Matt once again), we couldn’t fully spread our wings in the concrete jungle of southern Florida.

This blog is going to be long one. We have some catching up to do. Since we have been back and forth between Miami and Fort Lauderdale for the past week, our web service has been pretty sporadic. Lemmee tell ya…promoting a new business ain’t easy. The days are filled with peddling and hustling. The nights are filled with promotion and sticker rampages. All in all it has been a giant, exhausting, learning experience.

Peddling merch in the sun sure is hard work. Yesterday was great. We had an 80% selling ratio. We had some hard luck selling shirts today however. Sean didn’t sell anything, but he did get slapped five times. The most memorable was when he approached a young lady and suggested that she looked like the type of girl that would wear a “Daddy would be proud” shirt. Shortly after he was slapped in the face, he was seen sprinting down South Beach by previously mentioned girl’s daddy.