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Monday march 20
As har mar says, we are raw dogging it. At 6 am , I am faced with the dilemma of cutting through Joshua tree national park and the Tehachapi/s and adding another 100 miles to the journey, or sitting in traffic from san bernadino to Bakersfield via the los angeles morning commute. A no brainer there, but no coyotes this time. Stop for a cup of joe in jt proper and hammer down through the Mojave and onwards. A beautiful state , California. Miles and miles of I 5 and the scenic 152, and yet another thunder storm. We stop by the independent, pick up our swag, and hit up the hotel. We beat the band, but by doing so, I am beat. No energy for no body. I make a few half hearted attempts to meet some peeps, but I am bushed. The band arrives after two flights from Austin, and I hook em up with HEY NOW for a scenic view of the city courtesy of a yellow cab. An early day manana, and 600 miles.
Tuesday march 22
Everyone is on board and we are rolling at 1015am north bound to pdx. I think these cribs be digging the sites of Shasta and the siskiyous. We make the requisite stops for grub, and the Ashland wild oats for the vitamins and throat coat and the rest. Sweet drive, beautiful day. We roll into the Jupiter hotel at half past 9, and leg it straight to the doug fir for some grub and fat tire. The zenk arrives with divilment in mind, mel mac is a bit subdued. Gaz legs it to his lady/s joint, along with brother ry. The Hughes splits off with a friend of his leaving junior and shippo in the zenk and i/s able hands. Union jacks it is dog, for the night no less. Hey, it ain/t pdx without a a trip to the peelers.
Wednesday march 23
Portland memorial coliseum SOLD OUT
The whole tour is, so lets not be redundant. We say our hellos, get the lube job, count the merch, scatter and get ready for 6 weeks of 6 boys in a van playing 30 minutes. There is an easy 3000 people there for the lads, and they are won over quite quickly. Hard not to see why, these kids rock. A real live rock band with pop sensibilities. Sound like a cliché? Read on. Unfortunately the glamour of the situation is short lived, we catch a few stolen moments from franz and death cab, pack our shite and drive a tough 250 to grants pass. A nice little motel on the side of the road and 5 hours of scattered slumber. But hey, no snow.
Thursday march 24
Sacramento memorial hall
A beautiful run back through the siskiyous and a stop for souvenirs in weed, ca. We are in arnie land tonight. The venue is a gorgeous Spanish style town hall, and the line at 330pm is impressive. I check us into the crab shack across the road, quite excited to be out of the van. It is day 2 so there is yet to be a s/check for my cribs, but the vibe is good. Real relaxed and California. No sign of the governator or his anorexic botox addict wife. Hell ,even scott Peterson is in prison this week. The guys go up not long after doors and man are they growing one me. The young crowd is well into it, this my space scheisse really works. I thought that was a brothel for wireless set, but apparently it is a music search thang as well. Who know? I get paid and hang outside with one of the big cheese from goldenvoice shooting the breeze on j street. For me there is no franz or death cab tonight, I go back to the crab shack, peel off the plasticene sheets, and drool my way to Friday. Good ol Hughes rolls his rock in the wee hours. This guy is rolling.
Friday march 25 reno Hilton pavilion
Man what a humbling 2 hour trip through the donner pass. The last time I went through here with death cabs tm, I think that there was 2 feet of snow and we were trying (successfully) to figure out how to put on chains. Not today boyo(though there is much consternation later when the l.a. bound tour party get turned away from the pass due to no chains). We are playing in the ballroom of the reno Hilton, I am sure several thousand white trash debutantes of tied the temporary knot in this joint. Fuck it. Mr duston gives us 3 of death cabs rooms in the hotel, a sweet gesture that I will take full advantage of with the wi fi and the view of the north desert and the high thread count sheets and of course the not have to drive after show.
The cribs are rolling along and starting to gain speed. They kick it again tonight, and yes, they are my new favorite band. The capacity crowd is giving up lots of love tonight, and we do record merch numbers again. I am delighted. A real live rock and roll band, on a real live rock and roll tour. We get packed up, I drive gaz over to the hotel, and leave the rest of the musketeers to their own devices, which tonight is bar bands, black jack(not to be confused with ass jack), roulette, jack daniels, and god knows what else. I law and order my way to sleep. Contented.
Saturday march 26
Hiway 95 through the old mining country, dry lakes, area 51, Indian reservations, dust storms, tuna melts and ultimately we arrive in vegas. Back to the crab shack across from the hard rock on paradise. I am doubling down tonight with the odg, whom I have not seen properly since a drunken game of hoops outside the mermaid in the crescent city several years ago at a pan sonic/trans am gig. The odg looks great, fatherhood suits him, as does the desert clime of lost vegas. We chew the fat about the days gone by and who did what to whom and where when and why. Nice to reminisce. He has to shoot through, the cribs and crew have gone off to the strip, so I set off in search of another dive bar or the tender trap or anything that will pull the truck off of my chest. I manage to get completely scoobied and head back to the double d at 2 am in search of something like fun. A few more shiners and makers mark or is it miller high life and the clash and ramones and specials and please god no more LOCAL bands.. I beg off to the crab shack, and the Hughes is still not in.
Sunday march 27 las vegas house of blues
No smashton tonight so I am merchie onassis, total bummer for me. I am stuck on the floor of the Mandalay bay casino selling no merch. The cribs are rocking, something along the lines of ry greeting the crowd in his wakefield drawl to the tune of ‘hello las vegas, i/m elvis fucking presley’. The crowd is well up for it, they are suitably warmed up for death cab to knock it out of the park. Of course, I miss the whole fucking thing, barely making the van back to the crab shack(only bit 16 times this time). The guys hit up the hard rock, I beg off thinking about the 500 miles of b roads tomorrow a.m. viva las vegas
As har mar says, we are raw dogging it. At 6 am , I am faced with the dilemma of cutting through Joshua tree national park and the Tehachapi/s and adding another 100 miles to the journey, or sitting in traffic from san bernadino to Bakersfield via the los angeles morning commute. A no brainer there, but no coyotes this time. Stop for a cup of joe in jt proper and hammer down through the Mojave and onwards. A beautiful state , California. Miles and miles of I 5 and the scenic 152, and yet another thunder storm. We stop by the independent, pick up our swag, and hit up the hotel. We beat the band, but by doing so, I am beat. No energy for no body. I make a few half hearted attempts to meet some peeps, but I am bushed. The band arrives after two flights from Austin, and I hook em up with HEY NOW for a scenic view of the city courtesy of a yellow cab. An early day manana, and 600 miles.
Tuesday march 22
Everyone is on board and we are rolling at 1015am north bound to pdx. I think these cribs be digging the sites of Shasta and the siskiyous. We make the requisite stops for grub, and the Ashland wild oats for the vitamins and throat coat and the rest. Sweet drive, beautiful day. We roll into the Jupiter hotel at half past 9, and leg it straight to the doug fir for some grub and fat tire. The zenk arrives with divilment in mind, mel mac is a bit subdued. Gaz legs it to his lady/s joint, along with brother ry. The Hughes splits off with a friend of his leaving junior and shippo in the zenk and i/s able hands. Union jacks it is dog, for the night no less. Hey, it ain/t pdx without a a trip to the peelers.
Wednesday march 23
Portland memorial coliseum SOLD OUT
The whole tour is, so lets not be redundant. We say our hellos, get the lube job, count the merch, scatter and get ready for 6 weeks of 6 boys in a van playing 30 minutes. There is an easy 3000 people there for the lads, and they are won over quite quickly. Hard not to see why, these kids rock. A real live rock band with pop sensibilities. Sound like a cliché? Read on. Unfortunately the glamour of the situation is short lived, we catch a few stolen moments from franz and death cab, pack our shite and drive a tough 250 to grants pass. A nice little motel on the side of the road and 5 hours of scattered slumber. But hey, no snow.
Thursday march 24
Sacramento memorial hall
A beautiful run back through the siskiyous and a stop for souvenirs in weed, ca. We are in arnie land tonight. The venue is a gorgeous Spanish style town hall, and the line at 330pm is impressive. I check us into the crab shack across the road, quite excited to be out of the van. It is day 2 so there is yet to be a s/check for my cribs, but the vibe is good. Real relaxed and California. No sign of the governator or his anorexic botox addict wife. Hell ,even scott Peterson is in prison this week. The guys go up not long after doors and man are they growing one me. The young crowd is well into it, this my space scheisse really works. I thought that was a brothel for wireless set, but apparently it is a music search thang as well. Who know? I get paid and hang outside with one of the big cheese from goldenvoice shooting the breeze on j street. For me there is no franz or death cab tonight, I go back to the crab shack, peel off the plasticene sheets, and drool my way to Friday. Good ol Hughes rolls his rock in the wee hours. This guy is rolling.
Friday march 25 reno Hilton pavilion
Man what a humbling 2 hour trip through the donner pass. The last time I went through here with death cabs tm, I think that there was 2 feet of snow and we were trying (successfully) to figure out how to put on chains. Not today boyo(though there is much consternation later when the l.a. bound tour party get turned away from the pass due to no chains). We are playing in the ballroom of the reno Hilton, I am sure several thousand white trash debutantes of tied the temporary knot in this joint. Fuck it. Mr duston gives us 3 of death cabs rooms in the hotel, a sweet gesture that I will take full advantage of with the wi fi and the view of the north desert and the high thread count sheets and of course the not have to drive after show.
The cribs are rolling along and starting to gain speed. They kick it again tonight, and yes, they are my new favorite band. The capacity crowd is giving up lots of love tonight, and we do record merch numbers again. I am delighted. A real live rock and roll band, on a real live rock and roll tour. We get packed up, I drive gaz over to the hotel, and leave the rest of the musketeers to their own devices, which tonight is bar bands, black jack(not to be confused with ass jack), roulette, jack daniels, and god knows what else. I law and order my way to sleep. Contented.
Saturday march 26
Hiway 95 through the old mining country, dry lakes, area 51, Indian reservations, dust storms, tuna melts and ultimately we arrive in vegas. Back to the crab shack across from the hard rock on paradise. I am doubling down tonight with the odg, whom I have not seen properly since a drunken game of hoops outside the mermaid in the crescent city several years ago at a pan sonic/trans am gig. The odg looks great, fatherhood suits him, as does the desert clime of lost vegas. We chew the fat about the days gone by and who did what to whom and where when and why. Nice to reminisce. He has to shoot through, the cribs and crew have gone off to the strip, so I set off in search of another dive bar or the tender trap or anything that will pull the truck off of my chest. I manage to get completely scoobied and head back to the double d at 2 am in search of something like fun. A few more shiners and makers mark or is it miller high life and the clash and ramones and specials and please god no more LOCAL bands.. I beg off to the crab shack, and the Hughes is still not in.
Sunday march 27 las vegas house of blues
No smashton tonight so I am merchie onassis, total bummer for me. I am stuck on the floor of the Mandalay bay casino selling no merch. The cribs are rocking, something along the lines of ry greeting the crowd in his wakefield drawl to the tune of ‘hello las vegas, i/m elvis fucking presley’. The crowd is well up for it, they are suitably warmed up for death cab to knock it out of the park. Of course, I miss the whole fucking thing, barely making the van back to the crab shack(only bit 16 times this time). The guys hit up the hard rock, I beg off thinking about the 500 miles of b roads tomorrow a.m. viva las vegas
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