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Potential to sub on a NorCal tour (long, as usual)

Maybe I can do this with less words. Typing on the Bay Bridge (?) heading into San Francisco. I see the Golden Gate bridge out the window to my right.

Yesterday we got up in Gregorio's house and the fellas got showers while I abstained since I had one the day before. We jumped in the van and went to the Mission district for breakfast/lunch. I made a poor move and bought coffee and a chocolate croissant at a coffee shop. And then I saw the donut shop next door, so shortly after, I went in and bought an apple fritter and a maple bar. So delicious!


Donut shop is literally behind me and I missed it.


Excelsior Coffee.


Ducks.

We walked into some shops on that strip, including a Chinese trinket shop. So many things in there and Simon bought himself a handful of vintage post cards for $1.00. We then found a post office to mail them out to his girl.

Simon buying post cards.



Peter has been obsessed with the grocery store, Sprouts, because you can get a sandwich for $5.99. He's been talking about it for the last several days, so we found a Sprouts, went in, and bought a turkey sandwich for $5.99. Not bad.

Eventually, we went to the Haight area of SF, where we had booked a last minute gig at the Milk Bar. I drove the Behemoth, which wasn't too bad, just a little floaty on the steering. I parked in front of the place and we loaded in. The room itself was long and had a wide, but shallow stage at the end. Jumped in the bathroom to get washed up and prayed I didn't have to do anything but pee and/or wash my hands.






No privacy bathroom.

Since we were there at around 4 and didn't actually play until after 10, we sort of just hung out. I did some job hunting/applying; we walked across the street to Amoeba Records (that place is huge!); we walked down the street to a park and had some photos taken by a member of the other band playing that night; we talked to a street vendor that was next to the club. There was a lot of time to kill, that's for sure.





Friday nights at the Milk Bar include a free comedy hour. As showtime drew near, people started coming in. There were a bunch of attractive women coming in, so we got our hopes up a little. And then the comedy started. A kid jumped on stage, all of 23 years old, and gave a really lame performance. It takes balls to do that and so I give him credit for that, but it seemed that at 23, he didn't have the stories to tell, so instead, he did jokes with bad punchlines. It was rough. An Indian kid followed the first kid, and that was pretty bad as well. They were young and likely quite new to the scene.

The next few comics were actually pretty good. I sat in the crowd and listened to the rest and left a small tip (though I think I may have inadvertently dropped a $10 into the bucket :/) from the cash I had to buy donuts with. Sort of bummed about that!

Peter's friends Matt and Richard came up from Big Sur to open the show. Peter booked the show 2 days ago when the place we were supposed to play canceled on us. So with the late booking and 0 promotion, we didn't know what to expect.

Unfortunately, though there was a nice crowd for the comics, most of them moved to the bar area when Matt and Richard started playing. They set up about 20 lamps all around the stage and played some pretty basic melodic rock. Not bad, but nothing super exciting.

When they finished, we jumped on stage to all of 4 people. Two of them were Matt and Richard, so really, two people, and I'm told they were two of the comics. So we pretty much just treated it like practice on a stage. Earlier in the night, when we finished setting up, we practiced a few covers, including Take It Easy, by the Eagles, which I'd never played before. Fortunately I've heard it a million times, so I hacked my way through it just fine. We also did some Neil Young and country covers, which are pretty easy, and we were able to work through those on stage as well.

Performance-wise, I felt pretty good. A few more mistakes here and there, but I'm realizing I need to trust my knowledge of the tunes and not to key off of vocal cues that aren't leading to where I think they're leading. Peter is not changing the song structures on the fly, though his vocals may sound that way. The stage was pretty tight, too. We set up horizontally due to the previously mentioned shallow stage. Miles was in the corner, then Peter, me and Simon. We were tucked in there pretty tight, but it wasn't much of a physical show.

The night ended and we packed out and headed to Albany, about 20 minutes away, to stay with Peter's old mate, Kyle. He had a small apartment where we crashed in his tiny living room. I got the couch, so there's that. A place to stay and a super nice host, it's all good.

Quick notes:
  • Lots of driverless cars in SF. I don't think they're mapping the place, but training their driving AI instead. It's sort of weird to see cars w/o drivers.
  • Speaking of cars, I'm seeing Fiat 500s everywhere. It only matters because we have a Fiat 500.
  • SF was COLD yesterday. Sunny and windy, in the mid 50s, with mist/fog coming in at night. I didn't bring a jacket, but luckily have a hoodie with me.
  • The Mission district was cool, sort of a multi-cultural area, reminded me of the ID at home. I busted out my Mandarin with the old lady that ran the donut shop. We got to talk a little bit; she said I didn't appear to be Chinese.
  • Sleeping good enough at night, but waking late is weird. I feel like I should be up earlier, but the young bucks sleep late. With nowhere to be until later in the day, I guess it's OK.
  • Diet was not great. I ate the following: Costco protein bar, chocolate croissant and 2 donuts, half a turkey sandwich at lunch, the other half for dinner and another protein bar. Let's see if I can do better today.
Next up: Make Out Room in San Francisco. Hopefully we have some people in the crowd tonight.
 
(originally posted on my blog, copied and pasted here)

All of a sudden it's July. We left Kyle's place in the AM and went into the town of Albany. Pretty hip little downtown, walkable, with lots of cool shops. We got out of the van and my hat promptly fell into a puddle in the gutter. Fished it out and let it dry on the roof while Simon and I got coffee at a place on the corner.
After a quick stop at Gregorio's to pick up a pillow, we headed into the Mission District of San Francisco. We found parking close to that night's venue, the Make Out Room, and started exploring as we had about 5 hours to kill until doors opened for us to get inside.


Van started on this side and eventually made it to right in front of the venue.

We got onto Mission Street and it was full of street vendors. I'm assuming they were not legal, but permitted to be there. Things being sold ranged from fruit cups to jeans to jewelry to hats to cans of Spam, bottles of Tide detergent, bars of soap. It was madness. The carts and tables were on the sidewalks just outside of store fronts. People walked between both, or sat against the buildings. People of all sorts: families, friends, druggies, homeless, people just going about their business.

Street vendor was selling a flute so Peter checked it out.

I saw a woman approach a parked cop car and simply try to open the driver's side door. Then she looked on the windshield and kept going. I think the car may have simply been there as a deterrent, as there were no cops in the area.
Eventually we got back to the van and moved it a spot or two closer to the venue. Peter and I decided to explore a little more. We headed to a library nearby, but it was more a branch than anything else, with books being held for patrons. It was pretty hot outside, after the coolness of the day before, so we tried to stay to the shaded side of the sidewalks.

I had my phone out, taking lots of pictures for the blog and so I could remember (memory is not great these days). Lots of cool stuff to see in the Mission District. What was not cool to see were the two piles of poop I saw, not a fan.









We stopped for lunch at the cleverly named John Kitchen #2. It was across the street from the venue, so we could still have the van in sight while we ate. The food was inexpensive for SF prices, and the taste was passable. A young Chinese family ran it and I chatted with the waitress in Mandarin for a minute. The pho was ok, but it was mainly to get something in the tummy vs going for great tastes.


It was OK.

We walked around some more and later stopped at a coffee shop. We sat outside like the band members we are, simply waiting and hanging out, killing time before the show. It's been cool traveling with these guys. Peter is Croatian, but US born. He does visit Croatia regularly and has a really unique perspective on his surroundings and the culture we are in. Simon comes across as a mountain man at first: long red hair, bushy mustache, cowboy boots. But getting to know him has been great. He is really intelligent and has a lot of life experiences to draw from despite being the baby in the group at 28 (nearly 29). Miles is the grizzled musical vet in the group. He's 34 today and has been a touring drummer since his early teens. He's played all over the world, in small DIY tours and groups. He has great stories to tell and is a really gifted drummer. It's been a joy playing with him.


Peter at a coffee shop.

From the coffee shop, we hoofed back to the club and finally got inside. It's setup was very similar to the Milk Bar from the night before. Enter in the front, bar on the left, stage at the end of the room. Bad part was there was no AC so it was stuffy and warm the whole night. We got the gear on the stage and waited some more for our headlining slot.


Inside the Make Out Room.

First up was a band called the Helltones. They were a 6 piece: singer/guitar, female backing vox, female backing vox 2/keyboard, lead guitar, bass and drums. They did something that Darwin, the band leader, called #surfsoulrockandroll, and they were great. 60's influenced rock music that sounded so true to its roots that I thought they were covers. But they were all originals. Great stuff.


The Helltones.

Next up was Sarah Bethe Nelson, a woman on guitar, and a guy named Rusty playing lead Tele and bass drum/high hat rhythms. Really pretty singer/songwriter stuff and a nice smoky voice by Sarah. They were great together.

We jumped up there and did our thing. Amps were on the upper part of the stage with Miles and his drums. Me, Peter and Simon were across the front on the lower level. I couldn't hear Simon at all, so it was like the training wheels were off. I still had some errors here and there. It's hard when the only time I'm listening to the songs is while we're playing them. Or when I'm learning them simply by watching the shapes on Peter's or Simon's hands. Luckily the covers we're doing are pretty basic (Neil Young, Rolling Stones), but they're not necessarily songs I even know.

There actually was a crowd tonight, but it was only in the 15-20 range. Better than 2 people, however.

After the show, we got packed up and headed across the street for a slice of NY style pizza (it was ok, but delicious at 11pm), and then over to Oakland, where Darwin put us up for the night in his cool little duplex. Another night on the floor for me.

Quick notes:
  • I have only driven the van once, which is fine with me. Simon drives it well. Miles drives it pretty well. Let's just say Peter has gotten us to where we need to go. How he gets us there has been exciting at times. Pair that with other California drivers and it has been good times.
  • Seems like the Mission District area could use an infusion of tech cash. There were at least 3-4 theaters in the area that looked to once be cool places, but now, sadly neglected.

One of the old theaters.
  • The people watching in the area was astounding. So many different types of people and really wild to think that this is a way of life for a lot of them. Culture shock, I suppose.
  • The HOG is performing admirably on the tour. I'm getting used to the Bassman amp, but I think the tone overall is simply too vintage for me. I am missing my TE and Orange.
  • Though I know the songs we're playing and I want to do them well, I do have a hard time playing the really quiet and slow songs. I'm used to diming my volume and hitting my strings hard, but on some of our songs, I have to pluck so lightly. Playing with dynamics is really cool but can also be really boring. It is good to learn/refine these techniques though.
  • Some of the cover songs we do are super boring. Part of it is not knowing the parts as the original bassist played them. But then when I hear it and realize how basic it is, it really makes me wonder how dudes who do covers of these songs on the regular do it. Or maybe that's how a bassist keeps a gig. I'd be so bored.
  • For 4 gigs, I've been paid $240 so far. And I'm staying within my "per diem" so that's good.
  • Food intake was light yesterday: coffee/scone, beef pho, protein bar, pizza slice.
Next up: Apple Jack's in LaHonda.
 
Yesterday we got up in Gregorio's house and the fellas got showers while I abstained since I had one the day before.

Boot mistake: if you aren't guaranteed staying in hotels (and especially if you're flying DIY on the kindness and floors of strangers) then you never know when the next functioning bathroom is coming up. You take that damn shower even if you're feeling squeaky right now. You'll be filthy again soon enough, don't worry. :laugh:

That said, if you haven't had to spend any nights bedded down in the van or on the floor of a stage yet then whoever is sorting accommodation is also clearly gifted with the golden tongue! Enjoy the ride and the stage time - don't know what your usual gigging schedule is like but the feeling of being 'gig-fit' towards the end of a run was always worth the hassle to me. It's a Life, if not much of a Living.
 
Day 5 recap.

Started the day at Darwin's, where he treated us to some iron skillet warmed/seared banana bread and coffee. That was the perfect start to the day. I chatted with his fiancée for a few minutes about some of the art around the house, including a bunch of bugs and insects. She has been studying etymology and showed me some of the insects she'd collected over the past few months.


Can't see the bugs, but love the mirror.

We said our goodbyes and headed for La Honda, but Peter was nervous about getting an oil change because the van was 500 miles overdue. We ended up stopping somewhere along the way and had the oil changed while we waited inside. It wasn't too long before ti was done, but most alarming was that the service technician indicated our front right tire had a crack running along it and advised that we look into getting a new tire.
With that fun news, we continued on our way to La Honda. Not sure if it north, south, east or west, but we got going. It wasn't too long before we turned onto a small road that climbed into some hills just outside of Palo Alto. It was just wider than a single track, with some really pretty views of what appeared to be redwood trees. Pretty steep climb in the big van, but Peter drove it slow and steady.

Eventually, we hit up a stoplight that indicated an "8 minute maximum wait" time. So we waited a minute before Peter got the great idea to proceed, at which time the guy behind us leaned on his horn. After a few feet, we stopped and backed up, but not without some more horn drama. Luckily, it didn't amount to anything and the truth is, that other guy saved us some major heartache because if we had continued, we would have run up into the oncoming traffic, meaning backing down a steep and windy road.

After we took our proper turn on that one way, we made it to Apple Jack's, pretty much the only game in the small town of La Honda. Lots of motorcycles parked outside, and a couple doing some smoking and BBQing right there. We loaded in and started the setup.


Apple Jack's.


Redwoods are huge.


Birthday boy Miles.


Supposedly a solo song, until it wasn't.

I thought we were playing inside; there was a large area for a band, as well as a PA, but there was a deck outside instead, that was underneath some redwood cover, so it was nice and shady (temp was around 85°). I kept it simple with my setup, simply plugging directly into the Bassman. It actually sounded pretty good and it limited the amount of junk I needed, so I may pivot to that moving forward. Only thing is, I don't have a tuner otherwise, but that's not too big a deal.

I've been working on simplifying my playing as well. Some of the songs have a simple backbeat and rather than embellishing everything, I'm just providing roots and rhythm with Miles' kick drum (speaking of him, it was his 33rd birthday yesterday).

We did 4 sets of about 45 minutes. Mainly originals, but with a handful of covers thrown in. We're doing some country songs, some Neil Young and Bob Dylan and for some of those songs, it is so boring. Even when I hear the original recording, I hear it's super basic, but I'm trying to do them justice. There is a little satisfaction in the simplicity of the tunes and doing them well; not everything needs to be full of notes, but I find it boring sticking to roots and fifths.

After our third set, we walked by the BBQ pit (which smelled so good) and the pitmaster (?) said, "you boys ready to eat?" setting the expectation that that we were gonna get hooked up. So me, Miles and Peter were like, "hell yes!" until they put the two BBQ chickens and pulled pork in front of us and said, "that'll be $30."


BBQ pork, wish it was free.

Grr. They gave us the food for $10/each, so I paid and gobbled down a pulled pork sandwich (pretty good, have had better) and an ear of corn (tasty). I was happy as outside of the banana bread, that was my food so far for the day. So after that, it was off to the last set.
Crowd-wise, there were people cycling in and out and they were generally appreciative of what we were doing. Most exciting was there were several pit bulls running around and I got to pet some, which I enjoyed. I tried to get them to come over while we were playing, but they would just walk past. After the songs, though, I got my butt pats in with them.







After the show, we bounced and headed to Big Sur. However, along the way, we wanted to stop for Miles' birthday and take him to dinner, so we stopped in Santa Cruz to get gas and snacks and look for a place. One Mexican place we stopped at was closed but the hostess told us a place called Stonebrook was open late, over in a town called Capitola.

We got there and it seemed like it was a restaurant in the middle of a neighborhood. We drove through a residential street, which then had a parking parking lot for a restaurant on a river. At the side of the lot was an entry, with a staircase that headed down to the restaurant, which was on a river. Interestingly, there was also a gondola that went down the hill, as it was a bit of a hike. It all had a the feel of a theme park, like something you'd see at Disney.

There was also a sign indicating dress code, where it was generally business casual, but no flip flops, no baseball hats, no hoodies, etc. Lucky for us, as we had hats and hoodies, the aptly named Rock Room allowed for more casual wear. So the 4 of us piled into the 6 passenger gondola and took the slow ride down.

Once inside, we realized the Rock Room was named that because of one wall consisting of rocks. Figures. We took a table and ordered some late dinner. I got a Poke Ahi appetizer that was small, but pretty filling and tasty. The boys ordered a couple of drinks, Peter told some jokes and stories, and after a bit, it was off to Big Sur.

Simon took the wheel and we went south on the 1 (or 101, I don't know) down the coast. It was dark and quite foggy and was a bit of a tense ride; he definitely took it easy on the gas, but it wasn't too far or long before we arrived at a camping resort called Fernwood, where Matt (from the Milk Bar show) worked and lived. He gets a permanent tent/hut to live in, in exchange for working there. The campsite was completely booked, but he had a little covered patio next to his hut that we were able to sleep in. After the last few nights of hot homes, it actually felt good to be outside. I slept in my bag, with my joggers and hoodie on and was pretty comfortable. The worst part was the hard deck; my sleeping pad isn't enough to make it comfortable to sleep on anything but my back. But with earplugs in, I did pretty well.

Quick notes:
  • Driving from LaHonda to the coast was beautiful. Lots of rolling hills and then, bang, ocean. Not having any reference of the area, it's really cool to just have the ocean sneak up on you.






  • We have the load in/load out down pretty well. Simon is the working man of the group. He is pretty quiet and subdued, but he takes care of business and would be a great part of any team. He just gets it done and doesn't complain.
  • I'm finding my least favorite part of the day is first thing in the morning. The waking up, showering situation, getting dressed, etc. Not that big a deal, but that's it.
  • It's cool not having to worry too much about "real life" stuff. I'm checking in on the regular on finances and touching base with Marci. I have to try to set up a call with Haley's school to talk about financial assistance. Sort of a pain, and being on the road helps to mute some of those things, but I still have obligations and responsibilities to handle.
  • Redwoods are wildly majestic.
  • I love the idea of BBQ. I love how it tastes. But often when I get it, I'm underwhelmed. That dude's pulled pork was passable, but I don't know if it would be considered excellent. I'd love to get some incredible BBQ sometime, see how it would compare.
Next up: Schooner's in Cayucos, CA. Apparently on the ocean, with an attached apartment and laundry where we're staying. And a day off tomorrow!!
 
Boot mistake: if you aren't guaranteed staying in hotels (and especially if you're flying DIY on the kindness and floors of strangers) then you never know when the next functioning bathroom is coming up. You take that damn shower even if you're feeling squeaky right now. You'll be filthy again soon enough, don't worry. :laugh:

That said, if you haven't had to spend any nights bedded down in the van or on the floor of a stage yet then whoever is sorting accommodation is also clearly gifted with the golden tongue! Enjoy the ride and the stage time - don't know what your usual gigging schedule is like but the feeling of being 'gig-fit' towards the end of a run was always worth the hassle to me. It's a Life, if not much of a Living.

Yeah, in talking to the BL, let's just say he's losing money on this trip, so booking hotels/motels is not happening. So far it has been the floor in a band's rehearsal room in a house, then a living room couch, then a small apartment living room couch, then the floor in an Oakland living room, and last night, semi-outdoors, in a covered outdoor kitchen.

BL is quite the hustler, asking people outright if we can stay with them. So far, people have been more than accommodating and, yes, we are all shower-needy. Except Simon. He's every other day, it seems. Me? I prefer every day and so far, only missed the one day. Otherwise, we good.
 
Do you or the band have Venmo or something like that? I'd like to at least cover your pulled pork sandwich, especially since I haven't been able to catch any shows.
I just laughed out loud! That's so generous. We do but I don't know what it is, I'll update it or PM you later.

I did do an Instagram live stream today from Schooner's, seemed okay. If anyone is interested, and I'll update with a link.
 
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I'll buy you lunch or a stop at the roadside quick mart or whatever also. Send PM.

and this supports what I forgot to mention in my original post – that I'm sure other people would be willing to contribute as well! This has been an awesome thread on many levels. And I'm still holding out hope that I'll be able to attend the Oakland show. Do you know what time you're going to go on for that one?
 
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and this supports what I forgot to mention in my original post – that I'm sure other people would be willing to contribute as well! This has been an awesome thread on many levels. And I'm still holding out hope that I'll be able to attend the Oakland show. Do you know what time you're going to go on for that one?
Apparently we are middle slot, around 10-10:30, I'm told.

And happy to share the band Venmo if it's not foul of the rules.

Thanks to all that are reading, I'm enjoying recapping it.
 
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I slept to the right.


Our host's house there in front of the van.

I started the day waking up on a covered porch/deck that was in the Fernwood Resort in Big Sur. The deck was protected on three sides and open on the fourth, but the flooring was super uncomfortable to sleep on. I have an old sleeping mat (Slumberjack) that I borrowed from a neighbor that pretty much fulfills my head and torso's need for cushion. But only barely enough to sleep on my back; laying on either side was pretty uncomfortable.

Fortunately, as guests of an employee of the resort, he gave us access to the employee restroom, which was, considering being out in the woods, perfect. Private, all the amenities (toilet/shower/sink), and plenty of room in which to do the Three S's (only I'm doing just two of them. Who shaves on tour?).

After getting cleaned up, Simon and I walked along the trail, which was filled with all sorts of people for the long 4th of July weekend. Some RVs, cars, vans, adventure vans (think Sprinters), and other vehicles. We got to a nearby bridge that overlooked the creek and admired the beauty. Though I am not a camper or outdoorsy type of dude, even I can see the beauty of the scenery of the California coast. It's hard to deny.




An albino redwood at Fernwood.


Despite the cars, spectacular, right?

Matt, our host, gave us some coffee and we chatted, then hit the road for Cayucos. Evidently the drive is usually spectacular down Highway 1 (or 101, I can't seem to get it straight), but due to a landslide, apparently it's been closed for sometime. I brought up the fact that I95 in Philadelphia straight up collapsed and they had it fixed in a week, but beyond that, I don't know the logistical challenges of either, so, just sayin'.


Enjoying Matt's coffee.

The drive was uneventful save for the fact that we didn't stop for food and Peter did stop in the middle of nowhere to take a leak. He got one honk of appreciation and then we were on our way again.


Cloud obscured, taken from van.




We pulled into Cayucos after a bit and found Schooners (which, for some dumb reason, I kept calling Schooner's, with a possessive apostrophe, but I digress) and got the lay of the land.

Schooners faces the street and you can walk straight through to a back boardwalk that then has the ocean beyond. The only time I ever see the ocean (I live just outside of Seattle) is when I visit my in-laws in San Clemente, CA, so it's pretty much just a yearly/every other yearly occurrence. Seeing it the past few days has been a privilege. As I mentioned, I'm not an outdoorsy dude and not an ocean dude, but I do love seeing the ocean.


Pier at Cayucos.






When walking through Schooners, on the north side of the building is the restaurant/bar, with the band's stage upstairs. The left side offers two Airbnb rooms. As part of the deal, the bookers allowed us to stay in them, so each room would have two of us, which was pretty elite. Simon and I grabbed one, Miles and Peter in the other. This was after Peter used the "Popcorn" button on the microwave and torched his popcorn. I told him that the paradoxically named "Popcorn" is never to be used (as written on any microwaveable popcorn bag), and he learned something right then. Sadly, the room stunk of burnt popcorn, so Simon and I bounced for the non-burnt smelling room.


Popcorn room.

A band called the Kerosene Kings played upstairs when we got there. Four piece with guitar/vox/Tele, lead guitar/Les Paul/Marshall, bass/Ernie Ball Stingray/forget the amp and a drummer who loved his triplets. They were a very competent blues rock band and very friendly after the gig. They played a handful of covers and really did a nice job up there. The BL, Gio, was charismatic, sang and played like a champion. The bassist, Tyler, played fingerstyle and took a handful of solos. To me, the music was decent, if formulaic and not super memorable. But I bet they pack the places on Friday nights.


Kerosene Kings through a porthole.

After they tore down, we lugged all our gear up and proceeded to set up. The restaurant manager, Brendan, also wore the sound engineer hat and he was super nice. He helped us get the PA and mics up and running and before long, off we went.




My POV from the stage, ocean to the right.

It was sunny and breezy when we started and as we went on, I started feeling chilly. Six shows in, I'm learning that in a band like this, I am a support player, so that's waht I'm trying to do. Keeping the bass parts basic, really keying in on the kick drum, and not worrying so much about "entertaining" and more about "performing."

It's harder for me; all the bands I've been in have been rock/indie rock bands and the music lends itself to both performing and entertaining. With this band, the music is chiller and Peter is not much for histrionics on stage, so it doesn't make a lot of sense for me to be bouncing around too much. There are a few songs that we play louder and rock a bit, so the body sways a bit more on those, and the entertaining comes out.

We did 3 sets, with a few of those same covers thrown in (Out on the Weekend, some country covers), and I'm finally able to play those without screwing up. I did have one of our original songs that I lost track of my count and missed a change and simply had to stop to listen. Peter was soloing and Simon was on the other side of the stage and hard to hear. I didn't get a big drum cue either, so none of my cues were in place. Eventually got lined up and we were good.

For the third set, I set up my phone on Instagram live and let it rip. Sadly, only about 7 people jumped on, but it was fun to play and have it out there now. By now, I had my hoodie back on and my hands were freezing. Since we were 100 yards from the ocean, with the damp air, my hands were damp and sticking to the strings. It made for some challenging playing, but ultimately I got through it.

After the show, we finally got down to eating. Up until then, I had had a small snack size bag of honey roasted peanuts and then a Costco protein bar (so glad I brought those; still have a few!), so needless to say, I was starving. I ended up ordering the halibut and chips and that was good stuff. Throw in a root beer and we were good to go. We ended up all hanging out in the restaurant and chatting. Since I don't drink, I always have a front row seat to shenanigans and it always amazes me about how alcohol equalizes people. They just start being fun/dorky/mean/sullen/obnoxious/chatty/etc. My mates were pretty good, but there were others getting out of control and just tearing it up.

I decided to walk down the pier for a second time. So cool to hear the surf booming in the dark. I called Marci and chatted about our days. The fog was sort of in and the night was obscured and I headed back and chatted with the boys a bit more before I just got too tired. I turned in shortly after and that was that.


Ocean at night.

Quick notes:
  • this is too good not to include, he just said it. Peter: "She had the face of Bach but the ass of Kim Kardashian." when referring to an old professor at Cal Poly (his alma mater).
  • Cayucos reminded me a little of Grand Junction, with its old fashioned main drag.
  • I know taste is relative, but man, I am having such a hard time listening to country, folk and 60s rock on this road trip. I might have to bust out the earbuds.
  • Miles and I both snore pretty bad. Poor Simon was stuck with us the other night. Last night I offered him earplugs even though we were all in separate rooms.
  • Miles has been getting over a cold this whole trip. He's been pretty congested and let's just say he's been leaving his DNA all over OR and CA. It's gross, but, well, whatever.
  • Generosity of some unknown strangers/friends on TalkBass have been touching. All I'm doing is typing some words and people are finding it entertaining/fun/enlightning/whatever. I appreciate it.
We are off today and heading to a friend of Peter's for a party, and then staying with them tonight, I guess. Tomorrow, it's back to Oakland at the Golden Bull, which I'm hearing is a great place, so we'll see.
 

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