Christ we haven’t had a real talk in a long time. Billings Montana? That was ages ago. Lets break it down.

We wrapped the Wombats tour with a little trio of dates in the Pacific Northwest. Saw the first Starbucks. That was cool I guess. Our final show was in Seattle. The Wombats invited us and the Postelles on for their post-last-song heavy-as-hell jam-out they did each night, which was sick. Thats like, 5 guitars and 2 basses playing the same riff at the same time while everyone else just screamed and threw things. I jumped off the balcony onto the stage, which was less impressive than it sounds, but I just wanted to make Eddie Vedder proud. Thats all I’ve ever really wanted. And I’m only half joking. 

By the end of the set, Nick’s drums were all fucked up and everyone was pretty sore, but we found it in ourselves to go to some random house in Seattle with the Wombats and party down. What a party it was. Goodbye for now, Wombats and Postelles. We will see you again. BEST TOUR EVER: OVER.

Without our new friends, we moved on, for like sharks, The Static Jacks must never stop moving. Is that even really true? Lets look it up. 

It appears to be true for most sharks, with the exception of the nurse shark. We are not like the nurse shark. Come to think of it, that name is not so fitting for the only shark that can stop moving and rest instead of swimming. Human nurses are, in addition to being tragically under-appreciated and underpaid, some of the busiest people I’ve ever met, rarely standing still. 

So we drove to San Francisco. Recorded a Daytrotter Session, so that’s finally under our belt. Played at the Rickshaw Stop, saw some friends, what a time! The very next day we recorded a Fuel TV spot for the Daily Habit, but you already knew that. 

To wrap up, we visited Fearless Records headquarters, which was most excellent. Played a few shows, had a good time, saw some more friends, bought some shirts, and now we are OUTTA HERE. STATIC JACKS FIRST FULL U.S. TOUR IS OVER. IT’S OVER. Written from a motel room in New Mexico. Peace, snitches.