SUNSET

Hot Pink Haze #2

Did not sleep the night before tour.   Up all night prepping merch and mine own brain for a 6-week departure. 

Getting through Houston and out of TX came as a sloppy slog.  Heavy rain, crowded freeways, a leaking van, endless delays.   Pulled into H-town and played a show to the club’s brick walls and vacant plush furniture.   Club called the Mink, another in a series of seemingly endless Houston haunts.   Slept at Paul’s and left town in a hurry, only to be jammed up at Houston’s eastern border.   Hours and hours later, pulled out of town and on the road.  

New Orleans presented some beautiful imagery.   Walking down Frenchman’s Street, saw a woman brushing her teeth while drinking a beer in an alleyway, an old man with a “Bong Hits For Jesus” tee shirt, a large brass band playing and dancing in the street, lots of passed out people in doorways.  Beautiful decay.

Played at Dragon’s Den to a partially enthused crowd.  John lent his drums to another drummer who had apparently been on a 48-hour coke and whiskey binge.  He somehow seemed to be tweaking while simultaneously passing out.  Kept screaming about the Dwight Twilley Band.  Saw him light a cigarette backwards.   

Danced at Mimi’s Bar until 4am.   Woke the next morning and the whole band signed up for Chevron credit cards using names like Milton Johnson, Wilbo Patton, and Roger Bam.   We each received $5 Chevron gift cards.   The cards still need to be processed.   If there is a Johann Crock living on Dognob Street in Paris, TX, he will soon be receiving a Chevron credit card.   

Now…. Tallahassee and surfing some gulf coast oil spillage.