We’ve traveled hundreds of miles together in the Suburban, and at this point everything is unnecessarily funny. In this state of Burban fever delirium, I’ve reflected upon the past few shows with giddy excitement. Our show in San Francisco with Tippy Canoe and the Corner Laughers was delighted by our friends Matt, trumpet, and Brett, flute. We sang a huge collective song during Tippy’s set to end the show which felt like a true finale to a great evening of music. Sebastapol, however, carries a much different story line as we were told by the owner that our level of loud was scaring away the non-existent customers in their restaurant. The increased volume that continued on our parts symbolized our passive aggressive tendencies as well as our youthful deviance. We had our best show of the tour last night in Davis at Sophia’s Thai Kitchen. I attribute it to the spiked Mai Thai that coursed through my veins during the set. Now we are in Chico! And we go down south tomorrow for the last week…
