2010 has been the year for some serious vagabondage, and I've been scumfucking across the world pretty hard. In November, I moved out of the house I had been living in for the past 3 years, the ever so comfy Prince Street House in South Berkeley. I finished out my commitments as far as work goes, although I think I did manage to stiff good ol' Hot Topic by playing a last minute show at the Ivy Room in Albany before No Babies/Snowsuit* tour. After that, NxBx went down southland ways and recorded 10 songs with Steve Touchstone, and played some really fun shows in Long Beach and LA with such homies as Busy Lights, Signals & Nicole Kidman. On the way back from the Long Beach show, our scary childabducting van blew out its power steering pump. We got it towed to an alleged repair shop, which really more turned out to be a place where a mob boss holds yr vehicle hostage, doesn't work on it and charges you exorbitant impound fees for keeping it in bondage. We managed to get it out through the shrewd business skills of Kandis Dekfet, get it repaired and get on our way back to the bay around 4pm. Again, thanks to the efforts of someone other than myself (namely Vanessa H), the show at Apgar that night started on time and ran without a hitch. Travelling bands got paid and everyone brought the party punk energy late into the night. Immediately after the show, we loaded back in the space, dropped everyone off at their respective homes and Rick, Kandis and I made it back to her house to pack and shower for our own trips. Ricky took one of his signature no-towel showers, packed a bag and I drove him to SFO at 4.30am to catch a plane to Mobile for the holidays. 24 hrs later, Misha and Kim dropped me off for my trip to Australia (covered in pictorial detail in an earlier entry). After I returned from my awesome adventures across Australasia, I was in town long enough to play the No Babies 7" release show at our buddies' house with the Pine Hill Haints, Sass On 3, Whitman and Strip Mall Seizures. Played about 4 more shows in the next 2 weeks, then joined my buddies in Death Sentence: PANDA! as a roadie on their jaunt to SXSW in Austin. From there, I caught a ride with the Bootyman to just west of Mobile, wherein my great friend Mike Faulk, recently arrived back in Bama from a pan South American bus trip slash internship for a Nicaraguan paper, picked me up at a shining beacon of the South known as Waffle House. I never want to go back in one of those ever again. Only time will tell what mysteries await me in the South.