Interpol Have Been Stuck In A Snow-Covered Tour Bus For Two Days, May Be About To Die
RIP in peace, Interpol.
For the last two days, New York band Interpol have been stuck on a highway outside Buffalo after an almighty snowstorm struck the area, trapping them inside their tour bus en route to Toronto. They’ve been livetweeting the experience, and it’s just about ready to turn into a real-life retelling of The Grey starring Liam Neeson.
Unfortunately, we’ll have to cancel tonight’s concert Toronto due to snow… http://t.co/Sdhb7vTnSL pic.twitter.com/EoK9ee0vwl
— Interpol (@Interpol) November 18, 2014
It started out fairly light; some photos of the surrounding countryside, reassurances that they were fine. Some took the opportunity to catch up on much-needed sleep, or write letters to loved ones.
Brandon took this snap of our scenery. Sheeeeeeeiiiiiit.-DK pic.twitter.com/X6AjoKe4gT — Interpol (@Interpol) November 18, 2014
#interpol #snowed in for the night! pic.twitter.com/DgKd1QXDsT
— brandon curtis (@brandon_curtis) November 18, 2014
As night fell Interpol kept their spirits up, drinking to ward off the cold and swapping stories of their past lives as oil riggers, longshoremen and poachers. The fire was warm on their hands, and the vodka warm in their bellies. But outside, the cold winds still blew.
Hour 13 trapped in the snow. Dry goods and vodka. We will make it. -DK pic.twitter.com/bEQhaUokKi — Interpol (@Interpol) November 18, 2014
Still trapped yo! Haven’t really moved in 30 hours and we’ve been on the bus for nearly 40 hours. Nutso. Never seen anything like it.-DK
— Interpol (@Interpol) November 19, 2014
Snow plows trapped in the snow.-DK pic.twitter.com/igkxOEoNw5 — Interpol (@Interpol) November 19, 2014
Their optimism took a blow when the snowfall resumed, entrenching them even deeper on the snowy highway. What had seemed like a welcome escape from reality now began to feel like a waking nightmare, a prison of the elements. Hands pressed to the glass, Interpol grimaced at the endless, swirling white and muttered, “this is a wasteland now”.
And then…it started snowing again. Hoping the plows are able to make some progress. Still stuck.-DK pic.twitter.com/mc7MzttXvm
— Interpol (@Interpol) November 19, 2014
Apparently things have gotten even bleaker in recent hours, with yet another snowstorm on the way and no sign of rescue. Confronted by the reality that help might not be coming, Interpol sank into a depressive fug, staring at their hands and mumbling, over and over, “but nobody searches. Nobody cares, somehow”.
Settling in for another night. Haven’t moved all day. Hoping the expected storm tonight ain’t as bad as predicted. C’mon now now.-DK — Interpol (@Interpol) November 20, 2014
Keeping the spirits in a good place ya’ll. thanks for the well wishes. It means a lot to us. Big ups to you.-DK
— Interpol (@Interpol) November 20, 2014
It is only a matter of time before we lose all contact with Interpol. Soon, the heat of their bodies will begin attracting vicious packs of wolves and bears, who will prowl endlessly outside the tour bus, seeking a way in.
Driven mad by the cold, hunger and fear, Interpol will slowly turn upon itself, its members devouring one another in a desperate effort to survive. With his last icy breath, the final living member of Interpol will gaze out on the frozen tundra that is his grave, and whisper, “we rejoice because the hurting is so painless“.
Day 10 on the snowbound Interpol bus. Food running low. “Has anyone tried…turning on the bright lights?” *Snow melts, Interpol run free* — Simon V-L (@simonwilliam) November 19, 2014
Goodnight, sweet Interpol, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
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Feature image via Brandon Curtis/Twitter.