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.
Hi ho San Francisco!
June 17th, 2009
Scoliosis
June 15th, 2009
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.
love, pat, mark, dan, scott, and bob
Monsieur Ding Dong
June 12th, 2009
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.
Button Face-Cityscape
June 9th, 2009
I’ve never truly felt like the money you pay for a haircut is ever worth the outcome. In fact I can’t remember a haircut that didn’t make me look like a little boy. But that has all changed. I received a haircut from my friend Leslie yesterday and now I feel more comfortable around strangers. Thank you to Leslie. Thank you to Jeremy for setting up our show in Portland. It was a sweaty, messy show that was a great start to our northern escapades. Thank you to Michelle for owning a cupcake shop that is a music venue. Red velvet cupcake with vanilla frosting. Delish. And thank you to Kelsey and Linda for being the most amazing hosts in Olympia. We leave in the next hour or so to go to Seattle! Stay tuned.
Not Really Leaving
June 6th, 2009
Well we are two days into our “tour,” and I put it in quotes because I’m not sure that it holds its true connotation considering we are still in Chico. I’m questioning whether or not the “tour” is just a fictitious event I’ve created in my head. Tonight we go to Paradise to play, and what do we do after that? We come back to Chico. I always thought a “tour” would require more travel. I’d like to introduce a new member to our band of heathens. His name is Scott Harrison. He is from New Jersey. Look at his face and study it.
