Ladies and gentlemen! Watch the official recap video for the whole Magic 8-Ball Tour, above.
Straight up, the West Coast leg felt like a victory lap. Our sets were in tip-top shape after a couple weeks on the road and the crowds out there were some of the warmest of the whole run. Full of chutzpah. The tour was supposed to end in San Fran but we decided to extend it with one last weekend in Eastern Canada, moving the Montreal date and adding one in Toronto. Those last two dates were without Kid Sister and Gaslamp Killer, though.
We started the assault in Vancouver. I’ve always wanted to play the Commodore Ballroom, and I was so glad to finally do my own show there. I arrived a day early and needed some R&R. After 4 weeks on the road my body was wrecked. Yoga was the remedy (#norussell). Touring really makes you aware of the mechanical aspect of the human body. Once in a while you need a tune-up. The Vancouver show was one of the best of the tour. We roamed around town looking for something to do, I ended up at someone’s house and got to bed in the wee hours of the morning. And when I say bed I mean bunk on the bus.
We drove down into the U.S. of A. and after an hour or two of sleep I had to crawl out to cross the border. On our way to Portland we went to visit the Rane headquarters in Mukilteo, WA. I remember it was so hard for my body to accept that it had to get up again. The Rane guys are old friends though so it was worth the effort. For those who aren’t familiar, Rane is the company that builds DJ mixers and they also build the hardware for Serato. I got a tour of the compound and a sneak peak at what they’re developing next. They took me to the big room where everything is built by hand and a nice (older) lady showed me how to build a crossfader. The Portland show was at a new club called Branx. That show reminded me of the Atlanta one: low ceilings, very sweaty, pandemonium. After the show we went to the famous Voodoo Donuts and I got one with a maple glaze and bacon.