San Francisco via Portland via Seattle
There is still love here in San Francisco. This city danced me until my feet hurt and took me home in its arms. But first,
Seattle. A city I could live in. Hip kids in cute clothes, delicious coffees, histories and stories....we played a crazy set at Atlas Clothing with Calvin Johnson and Julie Doiron, which was completely insane to me. Calvin Johnson put on one of the most interesting shows I've ever seen, and Julie won my heart over three dozen times during her set. She has such control over her voice and her fingers and her body, it was gorgeous to see an hear. I had no idea what we were doing playing with either of them, we felt like kids in an adult talent show.
Stayed with the lovely Terri of 826 Seattle. Her apartment was just about the coolest and most gorgeous place I had ever seen let alone slept in. I spent three hours that night walking around in the dark just looking....again with the eyes hurting.
Portland was nice. Our show with old Ann Arborite Dustin was very fun. Played in the middle of the floor, sipping whiskey in the dark. A great band called The Neighborhood Choir were really great, and you should check them out. They are from Philadelphia.
It is a 12 hour drive from Portland to San Francisco, which is where we had to be next. Ryan and Aaron, bless their hearts, took it upon themselves to drive us through the night non-stop so we could get to San Francisco with time to actually see the city. Around 4am we tragically had an accident with a dog in the middle of the freeway somewhere in the mountains and we were all startled and shaken to our cores. We had to stop in a very small town called Wolf Creek for gas and the attendant who came out to pump our gas had sunglasses on even though it was almost 5am. The only other thing I can recall from the trip was waking up just as the sun was rising over the fog shrouded mountains and loving Aaron Shaul more than I ever have, which is quite a whole lot, if you must know. It was a glorious thing to behold and I again felt like the luckiest person alive.
San Francisco, you've won my heart, I give in. This city, with its scarily steep streets and characters, has enthralled me. Lots of walking, lots of looking, lots of loving. 826 Valencia, with its Pirate Supply Store, was just about the cats meow as far as places to see.
We played the most amazing show, let me tell you about it. It was at this bar called Amnesia and their beer is deadly good. We met the band we were playing with, Or, The Whale and they were so nice. They said the show was going to be great, so I was excited. By the time we took the stage the entire place was crammed with the most beautiful and attentive people I have ever seen. I wanted to hug them all. The stage was wobbely and small and we had an incident with a bass guitar string, but the show ended up being one of the best we have ever played, in no small part to the lovely audience and the amazing kids of Or, The Whale. And let me tell you the next part of the tale, and that is this, when they took the stage I almost couldn't believe it. They were so fucking incredible, their songs and melodies and stage antics and presence were a mix that damn near ended my life. They are by far one of the very best live bands I have ever seen. They all have such wonderful voices, and the lyrics are so perfect for the music and they are all so kind and so beautiful....I felt like we were playing with a band that one day we would look back on and say we played with them back when....I didn't want the night to end. Please check out their website and listen to them and buy their music and be their friends....we are playing with them in August at Chris Bathgate's farm house and I can tell you this, dear lads and ladies, I am couting down the days....
So here we are in Le Duke's apartment, taking turns showering, Aaron, bless his heart, is hopefully fast asleep....he still hasn't slept since leaving Seattle two days ago....our minds are full of things we have seen and done and I am about ready to burst....and there is still so much more coming. Tomorrow is Reno and after that a couple days off....and then LA. I can only imagine it will be worth writing about.
Now it's the desert at dusk. The sky is blue chrome. I pick one sequin from your dress and then kiss it. I put the sequin into the sky. "That's my star," I say. "And I'm your cowboy."
S
Seattle. A city I could live in. Hip kids in cute clothes, delicious coffees, histories and stories....we played a crazy set at Atlas Clothing with Calvin Johnson and Julie Doiron, which was completely insane to me. Calvin Johnson put on one of the most interesting shows I've ever seen, and Julie won my heart over three dozen times during her set. She has such control over her voice and her fingers and her body, it was gorgeous to see an hear. I had no idea what we were doing playing with either of them, we felt like kids in an adult talent show.
Stayed with the lovely Terri of 826 Seattle. Her apartment was just about the coolest and most gorgeous place I had ever seen let alone slept in. I spent three hours that night walking around in the dark just looking....again with the eyes hurting.
Portland was nice. Our show with old Ann Arborite Dustin was very fun. Played in the middle of the floor, sipping whiskey in the dark. A great band called The Neighborhood Choir were really great, and you should check them out. They are from Philadelphia.
It is a 12 hour drive from Portland to San Francisco, which is where we had to be next. Ryan and Aaron, bless their hearts, took it upon themselves to drive us through the night non-stop so we could get to San Francisco with time to actually see the city. Around 4am we tragically had an accident with a dog in the middle of the freeway somewhere in the mountains and we were all startled and shaken to our cores. We had to stop in a very small town called Wolf Creek for gas and the attendant who came out to pump our gas had sunglasses on even though it was almost 5am. The only other thing I can recall from the trip was waking up just as the sun was rising over the fog shrouded mountains and loving Aaron Shaul more than I ever have, which is quite a whole lot, if you must know. It was a glorious thing to behold and I again felt like the luckiest person alive.
San Francisco, you've won my heart, I give in. This city, with its scarily steep streets and characters, has enthralled me. Lots of walking, lots of looking, lots of loving. 826 Valencia, with its Pirate Supply Store, was just about the cats meow as far as places to see.
We played the most amazing show, let me tell you about it. It was at this bar called Amnesia and their beer is deadly good. We met the band we were playing with, Or, The Whale and they were so nice. They said the show was going to be great, so I was excited. By the time we took the stage the entire place was crammed with the most beautiful and attentive people I have ever seen. I wanted to hug them all. The stage was wobbely and small and we had an incident with a bass guitar string, but the show ended up being one of the best we have ever played, in no small part to the lovely audience and the amazing kids of Or, The Whale. And let me tell you the next part of the tale, and that is this, when they took the stage I almost couldn't believe it. They were so fucking incredible, their songs and melodies and stage antics and presence were a mix that damn near ended my life. They are by far one of the very best live bands I have ever seen. They all have such wonderful voices, and the lyrics are so perfect for the music and they are all so kind and so beautiful....I felt like we were playing with a band that one day we would look back on and say we played with them back when....I didn't want the night to end. Please check out their website and listen to them and buy their music and be their friends....we are playing with them in August at Chris Bathgate's farm house and I can tell you this, dear lads and ladies, I am couting down the days....
So here we are in Le Duke's apartment, taking turns showering, Aaron, bless his heart, is hopefully fast asleep....he still hasn't slept since leaving Seattle two days ago....our minds are full of things we have seen and done and I am about ready to burst....and there is still so much more coming. Tomorrow is Reno and after that a couple days off....and then LA. I can only imagine it will be worth writing about.
Now it's the desert at dusk. The sky is blue chrome. I pick one sequin from your dress and then kiss it. I put the sequin into the sky. "That's my star," I say. "And I'm your cowboy."
S
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Dear Canada,
You are some of the most golden hearted lads and lasses we have ever had the privilege of meeting. It is great when some random gig you are asked to play is actually with people you discover you love and admire! Thank you so much for the kind words. We would be lucky and honored to share the same community of people listening to our music as you have, and already we've received people messaging us from Michigan and elsewhere. Much love to you. Next time through, you get the royal treatment. We can't wait to kick shit up at the farmhouse in Ann Arbor!
xoxo,
Or, the Whale
You are some of the most golden hearted lads and lasses we have ever had the privilege of meeting. It is great when some random gig you are asked to play is actually with people you discover you love and admire! Thank you so much for the kind words. We would be lucky and honored to share the same community of people listening to our music as you have, and already we've received people messaging us from Michigan and elsewhere. Much love to you. Next time through, you get the royal treatment. We can't wait to kick shit up at the farmhouse in Ann Arbor!
xoxo,
Or, the Whale
