This post will attempt to cover the events of June 7th and 8th, highlighting the concerts performed at the Paradise in Boston, and Bowery Ballroom in NYC.

So we wake up on the 7th, and we are itching to get back on the road after a relaxing day off. Before we leave, however, we have to pick up our new spare tire and see if it fits properly. After removing our real tire to put on the spare, the mechanic looks us in the eye with a little smirk, and says “I just saved your life.” We found out seconds later that he was talking about our brake pads, which had split in half, and which would have stayed that way had he not taken off our tire.

So a few hours later, we were back in business, bound for Boston. B. We made it there with no problems, and played our set right on time (which was actually really early, unfortunately). We got to meet some lovely people from Fenway Recordings, who are a management company with whom we have developed close ties as of late. We would meet up with even more the next day back in New York!

We then returned to where we would sleep that night, which was at the Lewis residence in Dover, MA, where we were met with an unbelievable spread of food both that night and the following morning. I would be remiss not to publicly thank Ms Lewis for hosting us, and our buddy Jen Lewis (not from Rilo Kiley) for setting us up with her lovely home, while she wasn’t even there.

We got to NYC early, so we made some stops for pizza and cheap clothing in Brooklyn.

We hadn’t played at Bowery Ballroom since our show with Tokyo Police Club there two years ago, and I had almost forgotten how cool of a place it was. Luckily I got to be reminded. The show went quite well, and whatdyaknow? Alex Turner of Arctic Monkeys was once again in attendance, as was famed model Agyness Deyn (who was coincidentally at our last Bowery show as well), as well as members of British comedy act The Mighty Boosh. I’m seein’ starZ!

One important detail about the Hoboken show I never mentioned was that a young Irish fellow named Tiernan, after obtaining Nick’s drumsticks and having a bit too much to drink, became the star of the Futurehead’s portion of the show. He acted out so much, the Futureheads promised him a guestlist spot at Bowery if he came sober. And thank goodness he did, because Barry, the singer of the Futureheads, had a very tired voice after a long day of singing for various promotional things, and needed help singing a few songs. His bandmates stepped in wonderfully, but at one point they pulled our buddy Tiernan onstage, where he sang beautiful lead vocals with them. The Futureheads fucking rule. Can you imagine?? One of your favorite bands bringing you onstage to sing with them? That’s some Mark-Wahlberg-circa-“Rock-Star” shit right there. Good guy, that Tiernan. We were very happy for him.

Annyywayyyyy, the night ended with us finding out some douchebag tagged our exquisite van with his lame-ass graffiti (photo courtesy of according2g.com). Its actually probably a good thing we didn’t catch him in the act, because we carry a Louisville Slugger and an extra tire-iron around for dealing with situations like this, and jail-time is not conducive to touring.

Now we have two days of rest before we meet up with the Futureheads and The Like again in the Motor City, Detroit, Michigan!

Kick out the jams, motherfucker.

UPDATE: here is a video of Tiernan being a hero at Bowery