So we are back in the desert. Last week wrapped up with shows in Los Angeles, San Francisco, and San Diego (yesterday) and now we are unconsciously bee-lining towards our next show in Oklahoma City. I just completed Chuck Klosterman’s “Killing Yourself to Live” which I enjoyed exponentially more than his “Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs” which I really, really liked. So I guess I like reading what he has to say, especially when I am trapped in the middle of the desert in a moving vehicle. I finished the Geoff Emerick book “Here, There, and Everywhere: My Life Recording the Music of The Beatles” while on the plane last weekend in case you are curious as to what I’ve been reading. If you can stomach the George Harrison / Ringo Starr insults and suffer through his Paul McCartney worship, its relatively informative.
ANYWAY…… we just passed through a random border patrol stop in the middle of the desert which came complete with a narcotics dog search of our van. Thanks border patrol for your assistance in prolonging our already soul crushing 23 hour drive to Oklahoma. And no, we don’t have any “concealed humans or bodies” in our van. And if we did, I don’t think think I would embark upon my life-ending jail sentence with a response such as…., “Bodies??? Yes, there are 3 dead bodies in our van right now. Is that a problem??? Do you still need to search the van???”
So, I’ll try to re-cap what happened at the end of our California run a couple days ago.
As we prepared to take off for San Francisco, we read off some TelePrompTers, answered questions we didn’t have answers for, allowed people to give us makeup & spray us with stuff before finally stuffing pastrami sandwiches in our mouths at Victor’s Meats and Delicatessen.
L.A to San Francisco is a 6 hour jaunt. When you spend lots of time driving around in a van, it’s frightening how exciting it is to find a half-eaten cookie in a gas station box of tape. Its also frightening to think about the amount of time I spent pondering how they got this go-kart inside the door of the Mobil convenient store.
Harry Nilsson = the man.
San Francisco and San Diego were especially exciting because we got to play with old buddies MGMT. Here Matt gives us a preview of the bass he is preparing to use for ROCKING.
Will is also READY TO ROCK…
Beno, James, and Andrew get ready to open the ROCK show with L.L Cool J’s “I Need Love.”
MGMT brought thunder on both Saturday and Sunday. They = a great ROCK band and true entertainers. This lady in the front row agreed and made her presence felt with yells of “it’s my birthday!!!! It’s my birthday!!!!” She also took the “sea of people” analogy a bit too seriously as exhibited by her attempts to perform a back dive into the San Francisco faithful.
MGMT’s final song came complete with female dance support and an eventual bow down to the guitar mastery of James…
A little worn out from the San Francisco heat, we made the mistake of buying the new chocolate flavored Skittles which are every bit as atrocious as you might expect. I thought they might have been one of the worst ideas in snack food history until I stumbled upon the misery which is flavored insects. People ACTUALLY purchase and ACTUALLY consume Bacon and Cheese as well as Sour Cream and Onion flavored crickets. Holy crap this is disgusting.
I don’t know if you can see by this photo, but this isn’t gummy worms in the shape of a hamburger or spaghetti, etc. THESE ARE ACTUAL INSECTS IN A BOX READY TO BE EATEN.