I’ve been fighting a cold for the last few days of this US tour, and it seems like, despite my best efforts, I’ve lost. The show in Denver last night was off the scale in terms of the awesome crowd, but there’s no disguising the fact that my voice totally collapsed in on itself under a torrent of coughing and snot. So it is, with a heavy heart, that I have to announce that we’re pulling tonight’s show in Albuquerque.

The good guys in Andrew Jackson Jihad and Into It Over It will still be playing a show at the Launchpad, it’ll be $5 on the door. Ticket holders for the original show will be refunded. I will do everything in my power to make it back here again as soon as possible for a make-up show. I now have two days to get my pathetic body back in shape for the Phoenix show; all other shows on the tour are good to go as planned.

I don’t want to wallow too publicly in my self-pity here, but there really are few words to adequately describe how fucking useless I feel when this kind of thing happens. I feel like an appendix, fit to be cut out and discarded. My deepest apologies to anyone disappointed, I’ll make it up to you.