Missoula pt. 2, or I'm Missing You Missoula
It is 3:21 am and, once again, I am in the wonderful basement from the previous post. I am moving to Missoula. We had the entire day to wander this glorious city and I fell so swiftly and violently in love with this place, no words can rightfully describe it. The hills call out to me. The river calls out to me. The people call out to me. The streets, food, smells, sounds and sights call out to me. My six senses are overwhelmed and overcome. I drown in this paradise. This is by far the best day (two technically) of tour so far. Monday night show and the entire city comes out, in no small part to Mike and the wonderful kids who run the scene here. They know what they are doing. We love them so dearly. Played billards and pinball and drank many beers prior to the show in this wonderful underground pool hall where Mike worked. Whiskey, vodka and breakfast at Oxford's again. Saul wins $150 playing Keno. Crazy discussions about Salinger and monsters with guitars. I drink too much PBR and by six o'clock end up wandering the streets looking at the buildings, which are made of gold and glass and air and glitter in the mountain light. I hear angels singing from passing taxi cabs, they have their sleeves rolled up and their arms are tattooed with the most beautiful images I have ever seen. The homeless here look they have been to hell and back, but are as kind as mothers and if they hugged me I'd never let them go. I love them all. I am moving to Missoula.
The Loft is incredible. Another encore night. It felt so good to finally play with such a great band, whom you should check out called The Good Neighbor Policy. It was even better playing to an actual crowd of people instead of just the sound guy and the door lady (Oh, Salt Lake!). And even MORE wonderful that they seemed to really enjoy our show. It was like our old days at The Blind Pig, people really seemed to dig us and see us and get what we are about. If I could marry them all, or one at a time, I'd do so and not look back. Bless the hearts of those beautiful kids of Missoula, Montana. They are all so stunning. I'm moving here, did I mention that?
Back after the show, our host bought us pizza and a case of PBR. We chatted with her for a bit and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be alive and breathing, seeing and doing what I am doing and seeing. Quite possibly two of the best days of my life have just been lived and here I am still ticking, Oh Lords of Fate! Oh Missoula, I miss you already, and I haven't even gone.
You are a jewel in the crown of our summer tour, and you shall always shine bright.
S
The Loft is incredible. Another encore night. It felt so good to finally play with such a great band, whom you should check out called The Good Neighbor Policy. It was even better playing to an actual crowd of people instead of just the sound guy and the door lady (Oh, Salt Lake!). And even MORE wonderful that they seemed to really enjoy our show. It was like our old days at The Blind Pig, people really seemed to dig us and see us and get what we are about. If I could marry them all, or one at a time, I'd do so and not look back. Bless the hearts of those beautiful kids of Missoula, Montana. They are all so stunning. I'm moving here, did I mention that?
Back after the show, our host bought us pizza and a case of PBR. We chatted with her for a bit and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be alive and breathing, seeing and doing what I am doing and seeing. Quite possibly two of the best days of my life have just been lived and here I am still ticking, Oh Lords of Fate! Oh Missoula, I miss you already, and I haven't even gone.
You are a jewel in the crown of our summer tour, and you shall always shine bright.
S
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