“Anybody got room for us stay the night, we would really appreciate it,” I would say into the microphone before our last song.
The Rays just left Mexico City and were on our way to Guatemala where we were scheduled to play two shows in three nights.
I remember seeing one guy, all tatted up with, “XXX” and “straight edge” written everywhere. He must have had something along the lines of straight edge tattooed, at least, ten times all over his body.
With a wild 36 hours behind the band in one of the most eclectic cities I had ever been to in Northern America, the Rays of Electromagnetic Radiation were on our way to Mexico City to continue our first international tour.
It was the summer 2009.
A group of five twenty-something-year-old dudes embarked on (what was supposed to be) a three-month tour spanning across all of North America.