Not so much a rock show. We played all our honkiest tonkiest hits for this bar off Venice Beach, Brennen’s Pub. Relax. Drink a beer. Play more tunes. Besides my guitar pickup having trouble, the show was a very good one. At least, we sounded superb in the mix, played with youthful urgency, and had a bass player–Tien Nguyen. We even got people to sing along and wave their beer glasses in the air.

This California trip is a trip, where cars stand still while driving and anywhere one needs to go is 20-60 minutes away. No more, no less. We took a walk up La Brea Blvd and almost get hit by a car running a red light. Freeways turn into freeways into other freeways, but it all comes back around. It’s hell. But what the hell? Summer in November. That’s a vacation.

If this ain’t nice, what is?