Yesterday was one of those long bizarrely pleasant days.
I woke up early at our friend Kathryn's house. She made the most delicious breakfast that would have cost at least 20 dollars at some hip restaurant: egg in a nest with avocado on top. I made us some pour-over coffee. We spent the morning blasting tunes and talking about our favorite records. She is in a band called Sol Drop and also runs a radical queer/non-cis-white-male centered fest called Femme Fest in Flagstaff. Her band is touring up to Washington state in the next month or so. Keep your ears and eyes out for her.
We had a slow morning. Our show the night before at the brew pub was a great time, and we are all pretty into this town. We had planned on getting a head start to LA during the day, but time kind of flies in Arizona. Something about Flagstaff just makes you loose track of time, and the next thing you know you're in some hole in the wall book store reading about bird migration patterns and it's suddenly 5 pm. We headed to California kind of late. We ended up being in a rush and hit the road without grabbing any food or anything really for the trip..which is usually fine, except we ended up driving through a long never-ending desert. When we were about 1/2 way through the desert we started looking for grocery stores/walmarts/ anything that sold food that wasn't taco bell (no offense taco bell, we love you-just not yesterday). I found a Walmart that was 45 miles away and spent the rest of the drive annoying Daisy for fun by watching the GPS and counting down the miles one by one. Daisy argued that there probably wouldn't even be vegetables in the Walmart after the desert, and that I shouldn't be so stoked. He was wrong! We finally got to Walmart and it was crazy late. Rachelle and I were ecstatic. The Walmart was one of the cleanest and most inexpensive Walmart's I've been to, and I've slept in a lot of Walmart parking lots. Rachelle and I even took a selfie by a produce-hut. What grocery stores have straw produce huts?! Fancy.
We made delicious salads that I deliriously documented, and had dinner in the parking lot. It was the best. When people talk to me about touring, sometimes they assume we crash in hotels and eat really great food all the time- and then at moments like last night, I burst out laughing over that notion. Musicians don't really make money. We eat bag salads in parking lots under the stars, thankful we survived the hot-ass dusty California desert. Life is good.
Today we play our first LA show at King Eddy's Tavern at 9PM. We are crashing at our friend Brian's apartment, which happens to be close to a Trader Joes, and life is just about perfect. Everything is expensive in LA- but as it turns out- Trader Joe's keeps its prices the same everywhere. Their slogan out here should be "Midwest Prices with LA style!" or something cheesy like that. That will be my next job after music. Slogan writing. Anyway. Hope your days are all going fantastic.
all the love-