Nothing beats hitting the streets in December.
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Thursday, December 10th, 2009yerba buena
Wednesday, December 9th, 2009Before 1846, San Francisco was called Yerba Buena. This is what we look like here. (and in Isla Vista).
karaoke with elvis
Tuesday, December 8th, 2009What a lovely weekend. HWY 1. Pacific Ocean. Free Bananas in California. Three hour gig at the San Simeon Lodge/Bar & Grill. We warmed up the place for the regular Saturday night entertainment: karaoke hosted by “Elvis” Jim. I got down on some Midnight Special.
goodbye l.a.
Saturday, December 5th, 2009Good times and great oldies, on the US-101. A night in Isla Vista. More music tomorrow. I just want to be a pedestrian again. Let’s roll!
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Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009
Free Bananas homecoming show with Shut Up Baby and Stone Jumpers. December 18, 2009. 8 PM. FREE. All Ages. Wandering Goat. 268 Madison St.
rambling around
Sunday, November 29th, 2009
Yup, we’re still here.
rock show no. 2
Thursday, November 26th, 2009Not 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?
Arriving
Sunday, November 22nd, 2009Something like a music tour. Something like a strange trip. Getting tired, getting coffee, taking pit stops for bathrooms and gasoline. Two days from Eugene to Los Angeles stuck in a truck. Through a blizzard, Christmas town, dark misty mountains, gold hills, radios, nothing to see, too much road, 400 miles, 300 miles, 200 miles left to go, nothing to it. Playing music, finally, we entertained–ourselves mostly, and a few interested people. Another cup of coffee, then we had to go. First concert complete. Midnight rambles.
That funny looking kid is our good buddy, Casey Larios.
Poster ideas
Wednesday, November 4th, 2009
This might be our biggest, bestest gig on our silly tour. The Mile High Club at Busby’s East in Los Angeles. With Dayplayer, who shares our drummer, Matt.
Are YOU going to be there?