Doing so bad at blooging. Hocking a bloogy. Hanging at my dads house watching America's Got Talent. A large woman named Sponge-etta is about to sing. The weather is a beautiful 75-80 degrees. We've only played 2 shows so far, but have managed to do a lotlot of chilling. Also Cole (Miller) came with us for the drive down to the bay area which means we got extra fun and extra little dogs.this is a napkin representation of his dog

First show was in Eugene at the Wandering Goat Cafe. I expected a whole lotta lame from a cafe show, but it was rad. I didn't end up taking pictures. The cafe was really nice and gave us a fucking OPEN tab for anything. Coffee, pastries, soup, beer, whatever we wanted and MORE. People actually SHOWED up, which I wasn't expecting either. We made a little money money sold a few tapes.
Next day we boogies to Arcata/Eureka CA. The drive was super fun and heightened our climax when we ENTERED the golden state.
California here we come, right back where we started from. (just me and cole)



EUREKA potluck before the show

really excited about being in california, but it was actually freezing. I only packed sandals and mostly shorts, tanks, and bathing suits. We looked like a bunch of pussy looozers who should have been able to handle it because we just came from rainland.
nipslip, dead dog

held our breath through the whole bridge, except I took a tiny breath in the middle.
la azteca in redwood city!

Rodin sculptures cupping balls.

can't resist the gates of hell

and then we went to antonios nut house and it was FUCKING LAME. PBR for $3? No. Its cool, peanuts on the floor and all. But you're not a dive bar when everyone hanging out there works at a software company or Google or is a Stanford Student. And more gorillas please:
There's a remote control on the gorilla in the cage where you get peanuts, and if the bartender hits a button, the gorilla comes to life.
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