How to Overcome Jadedness
10/16/07 - 3:30 PM - On the road to LA
We got up this morning, caught a few episodes of the X-Files marathon on the Sci-Fi channel, and left Esteban's place. It was at that point that I realized I'd lost my second capo of the tour. After leaving the first one clipped to a mic stand in Las Vegas, I bought a new one and started keeping it in my pocket all the time. I guess I must've been squeezing it like one of those stress-relief hand squeezer things while riding in Esteban's car to get our van back, and it seems that that's where it remains. Another one bites the dust!
We just got a new spare tire for our van to replace the one that blew out in Arizona. The bill made us sad, but Eric's grandparents' pumpkin bread helped lift our spirits a little (Don't you love grandparents? I wish we could stay with somebody's grandparents in every city.) But I'm sure we'll sell a bunch of stuff soon so that we can continue to eat and put gas in the van. Fingers crossed.
In other news, I'm getting very good at minesweeper. The US military should hire me or something.
10/16/07 - 11 PM - Hollywood Blvd.
What do you do in LA if you're a person? Don't ask me. We had a good time playing at the Knitting Factory, though. I think both people in the audience had a good time, too. It was ok not having a bassist. I just turned up the bass knob on my amp, and voila! (and viola!) We rocked it pretty hard. Unfortunately the schedule for the evening was really tight and things got started late (even though it was quite early in the evening), and Devon Williams and his band only got through a few songs. We didn't get too many either, but we hit most of the key points. I got 2 Stone IPAs and we made $11, so at least that's better than San Marcos (which was 2 Stone IPAs and $0, for those keeping score). I got to chat a bit with Mindy, the friendly bartender, about our mutual friends Freud and Marx and Lacan. It's kind of a weird feeling to be all sweaty and tired and rocked out when it's only 9 PM. We ate at Mel's diner and looked at various flashing lights and Chinese theaters and sidewalk tiles that read "Bee Gees" and "Matt Damon." Now we're on our way to Devon's place. Tomorrow is SLO, where at least we're guaranteed to make enough for a tank of gas. I don't know where we'll be spending the night though. Suspense!
We got up this morning, caught a few episodes of the X-Files marathon on the Sci-Fi channel, and left Esteban's place. It was at that point that I realized I'd lost my second capo of the tour. After leaving the first one clipped to a mic stand in Las Vegas, I bought a new one and started keeping it in my pocket all the time. I guess I must've been squeezing it like one of those stress-relief hand squeezer things while riding in Esteban's car to get our van back, and it seems that that's where it remains. Another one bites the dust!
We just got a new spare tire for our van to replace the one that blew out in Arizona. The bill made us sad, but Eric's grandparents' pumpkin bread helped lift our spirits a little (Don't you love grandparents? I wish we could stay with somebody's grandparents in every city.) But I'm sure we'll sell a bunch of stuff soon so that we can continue to eat and put gas in the van. Fingers crossed.
In other news, I'm getting very good at minesweeper. The US military should hire me or something.
10/16/07 - 11 PM - Hollywood Blvd.
What do you do in LA if you're a person? Don't ask me. We had a good time playing at the Knitting Factory, though. I think both people in the audience had a good time, too. It was ok not having a bassist. I just turned up the bass knob on my amp, and voila! (and viola!) We rocked it pretty hard. Unfortunately the schedule for the evening was really tight and things got started late (even though it was quite early in the evening), and Devon Williams and his band only got through a few songs. We didn't get too many either, but we hit most of the key points. I got 2 Stone IPAs and we made $11, so at least that's better than San Marcos (which was 2 Stone IPAs and $0, for those keeping score). I got to chat a bit with Mindy, the friendly bartender, about our mutual friends Freud and Marx and Lacan. It's kind of a weird feeling to be all sweaty and tired and rocked out when it's only 9 PM. We ate at Mel's diner and looked at various flashing lights and Chinese theaters and sidewalk tiles that read "Bee Gees" and "Matt Damon." Now we're on our way to Devon's place. Tomorrow is SLO, where at least we're guaranteed to make enough for a tank of gas. I don't know where we'll be spending the night though. Suspense!
