
Photo By: Michael Fiske
Black Taxi are currently on the road in support of their latest album, “We Don’t Know Any Better” and will be doing a tour diary for Infectious Magazine to keep fans up to date on the latest on-the-road happenings. You can check out the third update below.
5/12 Tropical Heatwave, Tampa
Tampa Bay is one of those cities that bands dream of; a city jammed with people that are voracious about their live music. We played Tampa for the first time on our CD release tour in January, and were invited back to play WMNF’s Tropical Heatwave Festival, which went down this past Saturday. It reminded me of a smaller, but equally rowdy, SXSW. Parking was a bitch, but free gumbo and tequila have a way of making everything just fine. After we got sauced up, we proceeded to load into the Ritz which was one of the most spectacular venues I have seen…a huge Ballroom, with multiple levels, bars, and green rooms with showers. The show is best summed up by the pictures taken…..


After catching a number of other shows we headed to the outskirts of town in search of the promised after party. 30 minutes, and a few wrong turns later, we found it; a playground with tree houses, bonfires, rope-swings, pianos, and trampolines. Morning came too soon. – Ezra
5/13 - Peacock Room, Orlando
From the Ritz (1600 cap) we downsized to the Peacock Room (cap 150) for a late Sunday night hootenanny with the amazing Kaleigh Baker (seriously, check her out), and fellow New Yorkers, the London Souls. A bunch of food trucks took over the parking lot, along with Cornhole games, and a cast of characters that seemed to fit well into the “Tim Burton Lounge” inside: all black light, neon, and twisted paper-mache tree’s. According to the bartender Phil, our rabbit-stallion posters are a hit with the locals…so much so that people keep stealing them and he has had to put up new ones every day for the last week: “Never seen anything like it, you got something good going with those.” We ripped through a punk set…all blood, sweat, broken instruments, and smoke. In Orlando you can still smoke inside so smoke machines become moot. The music was followed by everyone heading over to a friends lake house…a night of hammocks, rowboats, late night conversations over tallboys. If you find yourself in Orlando do yourself a favor; skip Disney and give the Peacock a go. You won’t be disappointed. Also get a sandwich at Pom Pom’s. They have one called Grandma’s Thanksgiving Special and they are right. They somehow manage to balance all of thanksgiving, family feuds aside, in-between 2 pieces of bread. Seriously, you owe it to yourself. – Ezra










