We are now relaxing in LA at Mark and Bob’s houses. We have a couple days off before we play here on Wednesday and move up the coast for our last 4 shows. We have lots of time during the day and night to dedicate to the more sacred, timeless activities of life, like night basketball. We played Horse and Scott lost with a rather large margin of letters between himself and his opponents. He showed inward disgust and pretended like “it was just a game,” when we all know it is much more than that. Below are two pictures that show the disparities of emotions concerning all of our traveling. Scott described the picture of me as being similar to an alien being born. I didn’t think that was too nice. Well this tour is almost through and it has been beyond our expectations. The last 4 shows will be in LA, Santa Barbara, Sacramento, and lastly in Chico. I hope you can make it out.
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…
We are currently in our friend Brett’s amazing apartment in Oakland. We spent the night here last night and spent time playing music on his roof and enjoying an amazing view of the city. Since the last post, we played a great outdoor show on the train deck at Empire Coffee in Chico, and a house show in Oakland. Tonight we are playing at the Hemlock tavern in San Francisco, and we will be accompanied by our friend Matt on trumpet, and our friend Brett on flute. Scott stayed in San Francisco last night and is now addicted to cave-aged cheese. We ate at a delicious vegan cafe in San Francisco yesterday and topped it off with a delicious cupcake and kombucha.
I voluntarily slept in a bathtub the previous night and my spine seems to be curved more than usual. Which is fine.
We had some really fun shows in Portland and Redding. Dan and I played at the Portland Farmer’s Market and watched people hold their produce baskets in one hand and throw nickels and dimes into our guitar case with the other hand. A woman told me “she appreciates the effort.” Hmm. We also played at the Downtown Eatery last night. It was our 9th show in a row. We played a somewhat delirious show driven by the false energy of coffee and pale ales. Tonight we play in Chico at Empire Coffee with Joybook and Tippy Canoe (San Francisco). We cannot wait to see all of our fine friends.
As this blog is being written, we are happily sitting with full bellies in our Friend, Kenny’s apartment. We have been lucky for the past few evenings to have met up with many generous friends who have been more than helpful during our stays in assorted cities. There are many examples that could be provided– the Ticky Tacky joyride with Kelsey at 3am in Olympia, corned beef meltdowns at the Hof, but one instance looms prominently in all of our minds– Karaoke at the Ambassador.
Upon arrival at this sing-song sanctuary, I was experiencing a hunger that could be only be satisfied through the ingesting of $14 poo-poo platter. I assured our server that I could tackle the beast all alone, contrary to what she had seen in the past, and based on her offer of extra plates so I could share with my friends. The next thing I knew, Pat and I were serenading the crowd with an off-beat version of TI’s ‘Whatever You Like.” Leslie, a true Karaoke pro, had provided with one of our best experiences thus far, and hanging in Oregon and Washington has been a blast.
On another note, we received an angry letter on our tour vessel last night, and we would like to address this matter. Immediately upon reading the note, Pat began to fume and produce flames from his ocular cavities. The photos that follow should provide a clear example of what I’m attempting to articulate.
