Thursday, Oct 17th, 2013 the wrango is no longer. from it's can do spirit leading us west out of rawlings to memories of steveM on the top securing the blue tarp keeping our gear dry to the two times i was stopped by the fuzz after gigs to the shear mass of sport's gum seanK went through driving and driving. it was too soon, and we blame it on boise. boise what did we ever do to you? at first we thought you liked us, and even invited us back to enjoy your pizza, local beer and small club music vibes. then the last time we showed up at your doorstep you said you can't play here looking like that. not to mention the gig before last summer when old blue conked out on us in the very spot the wrango's tale began. but that wasn't enough was it boise. you didn't like we made lemonade out of lemons the last time in town. nooo, with a boise gig looming tonite and a radio show in the afternoon we are face to face with the cold hard facts that tour van's and their ilk do not last forever. boise 3 estocar 1; best of seven. boise watch your back. rest in peace wrango.