Good Luck In Your Dreams Tour: Portobello Sunrise


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Editor’s note: If you haven’t yet, check out our preview of the Good Luck in Your Dreams Tour. Below, correspondent Jackie Dee recaps the ups and downs of tour life.

Day 1: Take off

After a two hour delay of the original 9pm departure time, the tour van finally makes its way to my house, so I hop in with Freddie Bunz and tour driver/master chef, Carmen. A pit stop later we find ourselves at Casa de Stamps and greeted by the rest of the anxious crew who had been eagerly ‘celebrating’ the kick off. A few extra bags, two couch cushions, and a foam noodle later the crew finally takes off towards Augusta, GA at 1am.

So far we’re rolling nine deep between a van and a car. Bored’s crew of nine took a jump start earlier that day. “Enjoy this while it lasts,” chuckles Stamps for this was as comfortable as it was going to get for the rest of the trip. We were to add three more people, meeting us in St. Petersburg, FL.

This tour is the fourth runaround for all in the Ghost Gun van except for me. Stories recalling their last experiences start to surface and roll right off of their slurring tongues as they exhale clouds that would later drift us all into slumber land. Lucky for me I found myself cozied up upon Stamp’s couch cushions that smoothed out the four naps I tucked in amidst the 17 hours it took for us to finally arrive to Augusta due to extended rest stops.

First stop: Soul Bar, which just so happens to be the bar where James Brown made his debut performance. The historical dive bar was long and narrow with strategically placed Christmas lights and old concert posters all around. Guests hit the action first thing when they walk in with the stage to the left and with the bar following closely behind.

Pre show jitters get swilled away with open bar access, but one drink in particular was said to set you off right and hold you down through the night. This drink is called Ace One’s Magic Elixir. It consists of whiskey, honey, eucalyptus, lemon, ginger, and Echinacea (an immune boosting vitamin). Boy did that honey and eucalyptus soothe the wash.

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Ace One’s Magic Elixir

Speaking of wash, I didn’t anticipate having to pursue a laundromat after the first stop of the tour. Why, you might ask? Let me answer that with another question: What, or who rather, could possibly go wrong on the first day of tour? Let’s just say some important items were lost and someone pulled a Houdini and made the liquor reappear on the gravel.

Unfortunately my pillow, blanket, and part of my backpack were in the way of the golden stream of one’s slumber. Lucky for me, I was not. But I wasn’t irritated at the least. As much as it sucked I couldn’t help but laugh. I actually should’ve seen this coming, as I watched him stumble and swerve his way into the van. That’s when the couch cushions came in handy, for they were the perfect barrier between us and the soiled seats. Thus concludes day one.

Things I learned from the first day of tour:

  • You will never leave on time
  • ‘packing light’ does not exist in John Stamps’ vocabulary
  • Homemade granola is a traveling staple
  • I should have inquired about Indymojo stickers to slap everywhere along the way
  • Rest stops take minimum 25 minutes
  • Always have a spray bottle of Febreeze handy

Day 2: Portobello Sunrise

After attempting to recall the shenanigans of Day 1, the crew collects themselves and we’re off to Jacksonville. Before long, we ended up at Kona Skate Park where they were hosting a weekend long rollerblading tournament. Kona Skate Park marks two-for-two as the second epic landmark of the tour, for this skate park was featured in Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 4 video game. After exploring the grounds there was no doubt as to why: It was skate paradise.

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Bored’s crew took the stage in the tower box for a brief moment. After their performance we stuck around to see the contest for freestyle tricks. Here was one of the most epic tricks that I was luckily able to capture.

Our trip to Kona was short lived, as that was only stop one out of two for the day. An hour later down the road, we land in St. Augustine where we settle into the first hotel stop on the tour. Three rooms, 2 beds each, and 20 people deep. Before I get into the hotel shenanigans we have to start at the root of all mischief, and what better place to be the culprit than Shanghai Nobby’s.

Nobby’s venue was a petite, DIY space of a house-turned-dive bar. The stage was only able to fit tour DJ Jason Brown aka DJ Friday the Thirteenth so the rest of the crew had face level interaction with the audience. After closing time, the crew still packs the house for a celebratory shot for Carmen’s (aka Chef’s) birthday. A bottle of Jameson later, we make our way back to the hotel to keep the party going. Shenanigans kick off the hotel party with rowdy and rambunctious boys showing off their man hood with choke holds and clothes lines.

Hotel Shenanigans #gliydt #ghostgunsummer #boredontour #csg #indymojo #musicalfamilytree

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(St. Augustine hip-hop native, Wes Seefried aka MF Goon is pushed off the bed by Kenton Caldwell resulting in the clothes lining of Dereck of Cold Sprite)

Shortly after, we were greeted with dehydrated vegetables that would make the 4am trail down to the beach all the more “magical”. We had the whole beach to ourselves. The way the stars and the moonlight kissed the ocean view at the end of the pier was enchanting. For a moment we sat in silence, captivated by breadth of the waves.

As most of us were absorbing the beauty of the night sky, Dereck of Cold Sprite Gang fell into an Atlantic Ocean trust fall with absolutely no f*cks given. Jaws dropped followed by several other bodies and uncontrollable laughter. The commotion carries on throughout the night and we surprisingly received only one single noise complaint from the neighbors upstairs. That only lasted for a good twenty minutes in a sardine packed room of fifteen guys. One by one snoring replaced the sounds of laughter as the sun took place of the moon.

Before I decided to ‘call it a night’ I made my way to greet the Portobello sunrise myself, embracing the cool wind and exhaling a sense of what I call a splendid evening.