Born Ruffians Mourn Tour End

In bassist Mitch DeRosier's last tour blog, the Toronto-based trio discover "drug front," and cap U.S. tour with kick-ass shows despite "run of bad luck."
Me and Bald Bull (on the shirt) / Photo by Jane McConnell

Dear Spin (This is a Dear John letter because we're breaking up),

Thank you for letting me swear and talk about goofy shit on your website for the past month or so. This is the last blog I'll be doing since the tour is over tomorrow night (April 4) in Pontiac, Michigan. I promised myself I wouldn't cry (but I always do).

Born Ruffians' 'Family Sitcom'

In bassist Mitch DeRosier's latest blog entry, the Canuck rockers return to their homeland, bond on a day off, and seek "terrorizing douchebags."
Somehow this is the best picture of me since the last blog. Guh

Sometimes when I see an ad for the Price is Right with Drew Carey, I feel like I've slipped into an alternate universe. But then I realize it's the bizarre truth.

Born Ruffians Spur 'Whataburger' Acid Flashback

Bassist Mitch DeRosier breaks fast food cycle, and commemorates last U.S. show until April with fireworks.
This is what you look like after 5 weeks of tour (and Whataburger)

Man, even on our days off we still party like we're on Rock of Love with Bret Michaels. Get this, I'm just rockin' it old school on this internet here, and the other guys fell asleep watching the Justice League full-length cartoon motion picture -- PARTY!!!

Born Ruffians Get 'Jacked on Adrenaline,' Sleep Swanky

Bassist Mitch DeRosier recovers from SXSW with a string of kick ass shows, and a night in some posh digs.
Drinking from the swanky hotel fountain (it's the only water I'll drink).

Okay, so tonight (March 19) the blog will be shorter than usual. The reasons are threefold:

Born Ruffians Lose SXSW Virginity on Camera

With a film crew in tow, bassist Mitch DeRosier embraces the chaos and indulges in Austin, TX's finer things -- music, booze, and BBQ!
Putting a smile on the face of indigestion

The past week or so has been really busy, not just because of South by Southwest (which I'll get to), but also because our tour has been joined by a crew filming us for the IFC. So now, instead of going to Waffle House and eating 'til it becomes medically urgent that we stop, we go to Waffle House and pretend like we haven't been there twice in two days.

Steven Seagal Guides Born Ruffians on Tour

In his third blog entry for SPIN.com, bassist Mitch DeRosier details a typical night on the road, and heeds Seagal's perceptive adage.
Trying to figure out where Carmen San Diego is (code for we got lost)

I'll be honest. Trying to figure out what Steven Seagal movie is on the hotel TV right now is taking up too much time for me to think about something to blog about. It's the one that starts with a crazy SWAT Team-like raid on a house where Seagal and John Leguizamo fuck people up whilst wearing 'N Sync headset microphones. And now I'm wasting more time by laughing at Steven Seagal movie taglines on imdb.com. For those of you wondering, the answer is yes -- this is what tour is like.

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