Whoa, we’re already 3 weeks into the Magic 8-Ball tour—so much to blog, so many state lines, so many truck stops, long nights, all of the lights! We’ve done 12 cities so far. I’m proud to say I haven’t messed up a city name on the mic yet. The tour started in the South, then we made our way up the East Coast, into the Midwest. Now I’m not even sure where I am. I will attempt to recount the adventures.
We’re traveling on a tour bus. My last bus tour was the 10,000LB Hamburger Tour two years ago. My openers on this run are Kid Sister and the Gaslamp Killer. There are two Willies on deck: GLK and Kid Sis’s DJ Willy Joy. My tour manager is a lady called Robin, she wears knee-high leather boots and has a lot of tattoos. Our bus driver Mike is unusually young, healthy and normal. I brought out my man Kirill as official photographer, videographer and token Russian of the tour. We’ve got light operators, a sound tech who spends a lot of time inflating balloons, local street teams in each city, lots of merch, and we’re pulling a trailer with my big “A” set piece that I premiered at Coachella. It’s a circus, but an organized one, thanks to a strict set of bus rules.
We kicked off in Texas—Dallas and Austin to be exact. We got off to a great rhythm right from the start, in terms of the flow of the show. We usually have a local opening DJ play as doors open, then Gaslamp Killer goes on his wild psychedelic excursion. In the words of Juicy J, “we trippy mane.” Then Kid Sister takes the stage and works the crowd through her calisthenics. And then it’s my turn to rock ‘em and shock ‘em for at least 90 minutes, sometimes more. Until they turn on the house lights, or until I have to pee. Actually that hasn’t happened yet but that’s sometimes my rule for when to stop a DJ set.