On our way.

Ladies and gentlemen, may we introduce to you our SXSW tour crew.

Our tour manager Noah Goldman;



Ferret wrestler, Lady bug rescuer (builds them little lady bug houses when they are lost in the world) and lady killer (no really... murderer...)







Our photographer Kate Stein;



Cave dweller, Cat fisher woman, and riot provoker. (remember France circa 1789.... all her.)







Our Music Guru Pete Lalish;



Artichoke heart ripper outer, evil destroyer, body painter (when we look like the blue man group at our shows you will know why.)







shit. is. going. to. go. down.

So let us start you off with a little story...

Last night we played in Easton, MD. what a place. great sound guy, good people, tiny stage.

During one of our tunes Smith plays the trumpet and decided to give the trumpet a good ole fashioned rock throw to Noah who was off stage.

here is a diagram of exactly what happened...



the trumpet it OK. James' rock ego is not.


Tonight we're headin' to "The Purple Fiddle" in WV. and these were our preperations...

9 am: wake up.
10 am: B-fast.
12 pm: go time.
12:01 pm: dance party.
12:03 pm: exhausted from dance party.

what can be expected at tonights show you might ask??
Rock, dancing, Rock-dancing, Dancing Rocks... and moonshine.

See you fools there and beyond.

~The Lead Sled II