San Francisco to Portland–Thursday, Sept 14
We barely make it back. The last three hours we’re limping along—pounding M and M’s and Gummi Worms to stay awake.
At 2:00 AM, we are finally, finally home again.
The instant we pull in the driveway, I wish we could do it all again.
Archive for September, 2006
San Francisco to Portland–Thursday, Sept 14
LA to San Francisco–Wednesday, September 13
We get to have breakfast with Deb, who is about to present her current artwork to a committee at her grad school. She barely touches her food due to nerves.
Forest fires are making I-5 hard to navigate, so we take 101 instead;
I’ve always wanted to do this route anyway, and […]
Willcox, AZ to Los Angeles–Tuesday, September 12
We make it to LA and back to Deb’s house but not before hitting the Cabazon Outlets. Nick finally scores his Wallabees, and I want some pink ones for myself but decide they make my feet look like hockey pucks. No fair.
I fall asleep the second we walk in […]
Sonora, TX to Willcox, AZ–Monday, September 11
I finish the column early in the morning, half watching the 5th anniversary necrophilic frenzy that we call news coverage. Between the grimness, I can’t stop talking about how much I love our hotel. Nick makes fun of me, and I realize that what I’m so euphoric about is […]
Austin to Sonora, TX–Sunday Sept 10
Despite staying up past 4, I wake early again, to work. But I’m still not done with the job, so we have decided to make an emergency schedule change—we will drive a couple of hours and check into a hotel so that I can have steady phone/cell access to finish.
Austin–Saturday, September 9
I wake up three hours before everyone else, in order to work—see previous entry for latest screwup.
My friend from college, an aspiring Texas politician, picks us up at the palatial digs and takes us out to breakfast at a place that Bill Clinton loves (he even has a dish named after him—El Presidente). […]
Mesilla, NM to Austin, TX–Friday, Sept 8
We hit a place called the Bean on the way out of town to get coffee; it’s nice to find some good coffee that’s not Starbuck’s. After El Paso, there’s just nothing. I’ve only driven this long with no signs of life once before—through central British Columbia.
After we […]
Blythe, California to Mesilla, NM—Thurs September 7
The car is sparkling clean and water is beaded up everywhere—on the streets, the hood. Debris covers the pavement. The storm was not exaggerated by our delirium. A black kitten slinks in front of the car as we’re packing up.
Nick has never seen the American Southwest. He keeps gasping […]
Los Angeles to New Mexico—Wednesday September 6
We dawdle like hell getting out of town. First we look for coffee, but then we find food—real food–and decide to eat the known quantity here rather than seek it out the unknown later. Our menu orders hedge against the future, a sort of anticipatory eating. For example, I […]
Los Angeles–Tuesday Sept 5
We decided to take advantage of our day off by partaking of cultural opportunities. First we hit the La Brea tar pits, with the primary ambition of picking up some sweet postcards. Instead, we get some funny photos of ourselves. That place is in dire need of better merch. I was dying […]
San Francisco to Los Angeles–Monday September 4th
Due to labor day traffic, we spend the entire day in the car.
We pull off at Kettleman City, the halfway point between the two cities. We’ve been waiting for In N Out burger for hours. This place has become legendary in our band lore because last […]
San Francisco–Sunday Sept 3
Today, Nick’s birthday, no one gets up until 5 PM. Nick informs me that we’re now officially on Motley Crue time.
I keep getting phone calls, giving me fever dreams about being a loser who stays in bed all day. Finally, feeling like a degenerate, I hit redial for the last number, which […]
Chico to San Francisco, Saturday Sept. 2
Jason and Connie have a toy poodle named Honey. She looks like a lamb. In the morning, as usual, I am the first band person to rise. I take Honey for a walk in the woods across from the house. It is surreal: I am in my show […]
Chico–Friday September 4
We try to leave Portland as early as possible, but as usual, we take much longer than expected. Even waking up at the ghastly hour of 6:00 AM (I played a show with Shee Bee Gees the night before) we don’t hit the road until after 10:30. There’s the dog to be dropped […]