This past friday I went on a memorable road trip with those crazy bastards from SalvaTex Entertainment, based out of Houston,Texas. It was quite an adventure to say the least, but I'll tell you one thing those guys can party! Here is a brief recap of what transpired (from what I can remember anyways).
3:30 PM - I'm scooped up by a black expedetion loaded up with SalvaTexans, with Da Mole at the wheel, all starting off seemingly well..
We headed out on, what Pimp C once called the "Cocaine Pipeline", otherwise known as I-10. We were jamming some old school Slim Thug, from when he had beef with Lil Mario, TRUE underground fans, know what I'm talking about, I cracked my window as they sparked up a joint to relax on the way there. All was well until we got to 171 off of I-10, that's when the alternator decided it had dealt with enough bullshit..
5:30 PM - The Breakdown..
Now this is not my first time dealing with a broke down vehicle, nor my last I'm sure, however, the series of events that led up to the show are some of the most random, bizzarre things I've witnessed in a while..
So after some initial electrical malfunctions were noticed, i.e. radio not working, windows not rolling up or down, the truck came to a complete stop on the side of 71, in a little town named Gay Hill.. (Don't blame me, I didn't name the town) Anywho so after sitting there for about 20 minutes, just our luck a sheriff happens to roll up on us. Amid the whispers to: "Hide the weed!", "Where's the weed?!", etc.
Luckily, he didn't ask for id, insurance, or even worse to search the vehicle.. The next two hours were horrible, but the SalvaTexans were determined to make it to Austin.
So Here's how the plan put into effect:
1. Find someone to give us a jump. (Harder than it seems, when your rolling with a bunch of grilled out, tatted up latinos, in the country)
2. Drive as fast and long as possible without brakes, and then sputter/coast to a stop.
3. Rinse, and repeat.
After getting our 5th or 6th jump, things got stranger..
7:30 PM - The Luck Of The Gypsy
Once the sun set, we knew for sure we were totally screwed... or so we thought.. until a small Nissan pulled over with a friendly looking white dude at the wheel. (We later found out that, upon seeing us all he thought he was going to get murdered by us.) This fellow went by the name Antoine Duke, but by the end of the night his nicknames were innumerable. They informed him that they had a show in Austin, he said, "I'm going to Austin dude!", and he quickly volunteered to follow close behind us, since we had no headlights, and when ever we ran out of juice, he would pull over and charge us up, over and over and over and over again... This lasted the better part of an hour. The idea to drive the Expedition to Austin was scrapped, the truck was left at a business off the freeway until the morning. By this time another member of SalvaTex, Prime, who was traveling from Houston in a Mustang had caught up with us. We packed into the compact Mustang and the even more compact Nissan with Antoinette. Off we went in search of the venue, but mostly importantly a hotel..
Luckily, he didn't ask for id, insurance, or even worse to search the vehicle.. The next two hours were horrible, but the SalvaTexans were determined to make it to Austin.
So Here's how the plan put into effect:
1. Find someone to give us a jump. (Harder than it seems, when your rolling with a bunch of grilled out, tatted up latinos, in the country)
2. Drive as fast and long as possible without brakes, and then sputter/coast to a stop.
3. Rinse, and repeat.
After getting our 5th or 6th jump, things got stranger..
7:30 PM - The Luck Of The Gypsy
Once the sun set, we knew for sure we were totally screwed... or so we thought.. until a small Nissan pulled over with a friendly looking white dude at the wheel. (We later found out that, upon seeing us all he thought he was going to get murdered by us.) This fellow went by the name Antoine Duke, but by the end of the night his nicknames were innumerable. They informed him that they had a show in Austin, he said, "I'm going to Austin dude!", and he quickly volunteered to follow close behind us, since we had no headlights, and when ever we ran out of juice, he would pull over and charge us up, over and over and over and over again... This lasted the better part of an hour. The idea to drive the Expedition to Austin was scrapped, the truck was left at a business off the freeway until the morning. By this time another member of SalvaTex, Prime, who was traveling from Houston in a Mustang had caught up with us. We packed into the compact Mustang and the even more compact Nissan with Antoinette. Off we went in search of the venue, but mostly importantly a hotel..
9:15 PM - The Arrival
We ended up staying at a Super 8 Motel right off of I-35, and 7th, checked in showered up, and headed off to the show. By this time we were all exhausted, cranky, and ready to get wasted..
They're performance was almost tarnished by some major technical difficulties that were experienced by the first few performers.. After rocking the crowd, and networking with other artists from San Marcos, San Antonio, and Dallas, the SalvaTexans partied hardy, all was well, new friends were made, cards were pulled, alternators were changed, bottles of vodka were raffled, shots were taken, cd's were handed out, and SalvaTex showed that they were planning on being in the game for a long time..
They're performance was almost tarnished by some major technical difficulties that were experienced by the first few performers.. After rocking the crowd, and networking with other artists from San Marcos, San Antonio, and Dallas, the SalvaTexans partied hardy, all was well, new friends were made, cards were pulled, alternators were changed, bottles of vodka were raffled, shots were taken, cd's were handed out, and SalvaTex showed that they were planning on being in the game for a long time..
