>The rock show the other night actually exceeded my expectations; it probably even exceeded my hopes. We had around 80 or 90 people there, which, considering everything going on, was pretty awesome. We even played better than I thought we would, which was also cool. I had thought we only had one more show to do with those songs — a May date at the Zebra in Bozeman — but it looks like we might do another Missoula one as well, this time at the Palace. That would be great. Here are a couple pictures that Hank’s wife, Amy, took:
I’m sitting at a Ramada Inn in Burbank, CA. It’s kind of run down, but not too bad. I’m not a fan of hotels where the rooms open to the outside, but I can live with it. I almost hope some desperate crackhead dares to bust into my room in the middle of the night, just so I can kung fu his ass off the balcony right outside my door into the pool below.
I had forgotten I had a copy of Kerouac’s Dharma Bums in my laptop bag, so I started reading it on the plane (though I quickly passed out in the leg from Missoula to Seattle; I probably snored like big dog with the apnea too). It seemed an appropriate book to be reading while in California. Of course now I’m wanting to just walk off the job and travel home on foot. I have two good pairs of shoes with me, some greenbacks, and a lot of enthusiasm to do it. It’s probably a good thing I didn’t read a lot of the stuff I read these days back when I was in high school, otherwise I would be a Dharma Bum. Or something like that anyway.
One thing I am thankful for with my job, though, is that it has allowed me to see a lot of this huge country, and I dig that. Between work trips, road trips, and rock trips I’ve visited many of the places Ray Smith (aka Jack Kerouac) passes through in this book. I have driven from LA to Tucson. I’ve passed through Springfield, OH, many times. I’ve made the drive down through West Virginia, across the spine of Virginia, into gorgeous North Carolina. I’ve seen how the world changes as you head North through Utah, Colorado and Idaho into Montana. I’ve spent lots of time among the huge, dripping trees of the Pacific Northwest. I recognize I’m lucky . . . but I’m not satisfied either.
So yeah, today I’m wanderlusting. I thought about heading out to the ocean this evening, or down onto the Sunset Strip, but didn’t. I have a couple nights yet to do all that, and tonight I’m tired. I did visit a little bit of Sweden over by the In n’ Out restaurant, though:
Say what you want, but there is a lot of cool shit in an Ikea store. I’m a geek for shelves and lighting and desks and chairs and any structure that serves an organizational/display purpose, and they have it all. Walking through here — which I haven’t done in probably 20 years — about made my head explode.
And yes, I am well aware of the contradiction between longing to go all Dharma Bum even as I am lusting over cheap knockdown Scandinavian furniture. Sue me.
Do Something Fish-ish
I’ve been sitting on this one a while. In his drawing class a few weeks ago, Sid was tasked to sketch something “fish-ish.” He knocked this out in about 5 minutes. I crack the hell up every time I look at it, especially the little sword-wielding, leather jacket-clad portrait he did of himself.