8/7 Last night we played the Urban Lounge in Salt Lake City. Iâ€™ve often thought that the towns with the heaviest stereotypes come with a built in counter culture. Youth rebel harder when the pressure is extreme. This is our last show with White Arrows. Everyone is high fiving and trying to get in the best time despite the watered down beer. Mickey and I hug and take pics holding each otherâ€™s stickers and talk shit about places to stay in our cities. There are thousands of bands out there. Not all of them are cool like we were cool with it this week. During the Darlins last song we all (three bands) got on stage and had a moshpit tambourine freak out. I felt like I was in a cool kid cult. All smiles all around, and Iâ€™ve never seen a crowd get off like that. All whipping hair and flailing limbs. Its fun to give people permission to be themselves. Like, â€œhey, there are over a dozen people on this stage in various levels of dork-out…whatâ€™s youâ€™re excuse, cool guy?â€ Even the stoic fucker in his metal jean jacket had to crack a smile, shuffle his feet and get with the program.