Missoula
It is 2am and we are in the basement of this wonderful lady's house whose name is Liz. She is putting us up for two nights here in Missoula, Montana. The last week has been one of the most amazing and unexplainable weeks I've ever lived. Just traveling through Montana and Wyoming alone, through vast misty mountains and valleys as wide as entire oceans, whose deep dense forests threaten to lure me into their dark paths never to be seen again, has made this escapade worth it. There are no words, my children, for how beautiful this country really is. All the tv programs and photographs I have ever seen did not prepare me for the grandeur and beauty that is spread thick upon this incredibly wide and majestic land.
My eyes hurt from looking, and do not open wide enough to take it all in.
From Fargo, where we rescued an inflatable Godzilla from the green room after drinking a case of Heineken, to Omaha, whose pizza parlours have in-house drum circles and where we met the bass player from 4 Non Blondes, to Lawrence whose heat was brutal and where we met the nicest punk rock kids ever, to Denver where White Rabbits slew in their fancy NYC blazers and tight jeans and disappeared without a trace back into whatever hat they came from, to Salt Lake City where, surrounded by mountains, and full of the weakest PBR we've ever tasted, we stayed up late talking about dreams and sounds with our new wonderful friend Will and yet another lovely Swedish girl....every show has been amazing. The audiences have been generally small, but every person in attendance has been so responsive and SO kind and so nice and has bought shirts and cds and even cassette tapes to help us on our way. In Milwaukee, where we met many Hannas and one very kind Spencer who put us up for the night, one guy even paid forty dollars for a cd and refused change. The crowd demanded an encore...these are the kinds of nights that greet us at the end of beauteous travels on so many roads....one day Amy even grew a beard from screaming too loud....
Anyway, its late and we have a town to explore tomorrow. If you ever get the chance to drive to Missoula, Montana, do so, for the view alone. This city is gorgeous and is a lovely end to a lovely first week. We can't wait to wake up and open our eyes again and resume taking it all in. From the plane of slumber and the realm of smiling faces, we bid thee goodnight.
S
My eyes hurt from looking, and do not open wide enough to take it all in.
From Fargo, where we rescued an inflatable Godzilla from the green room after drinking a case of Heineken, to Omaha, whose pizza parlours have in-house drum circles and where we met the bass player from 4 Non Blondes, to Lawrence whose heat was brutal and where we met the nicest punk rock kids ever, to Denver where White Rabbits slew in their fancy NYC blazers and tight jeans and disappeared without a trace back into whatever hat they came from, to Salt Lake City where, surrounded by mountains, and full of the weakest PBR we've ever tasted, we stayed up late talking about dreams and sounds with our new wonderful friend Will and yet another lovely Swedish girl....every show has been amazing. The audiences have been generally small, but every person in attendance has been so responsive and SO kind and so nice and has bought shirts and cds and even cassette tapes to help us on our way. In Milwaukee, where we met many Hannas and one very kind Spencer who put us up for the night, one guy even paid forty dollars for a cd and refused change. The crowd demanded an encore...these are the kinds of nights that greet us at the end of beauteous travels on so many roads....one day Amy even grew a beard from screaming too loud....
Anyway, its late and we have a town to explore tomorrow. If you ever get the chance to drive to Missoula, Montana, do so, for the view alone. This city is gorgeous and is a lovely end to a lovely first week. We can't wait to wake up and open our eyes again and resume taking it all in. From the plane of slumber and the realm of smiling faces, we bid thee goodnight.
S
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