Into the sunset
Hey, it's summertime again. Which means it's time for me to travel long distances to perform in front of very drunk people. Shravan, Forrest, and I all flew into southern California Wednesday on separate flights. Mine was on time and no sweat. Shravan had to go through Atlanta, was delayed an hour and a half, and was seated conveniently between a pair of single mothers with a young child apiece. Forrest shared a row with two women of a certain size to whom he had to essentially give lap dances in order to access the bathroom from his window seat. Forrest and Alan, our Long Beach host, picked me up about two hours after my flight arrived, and we had to kill another hour and a half before Shravan was ready to be picked up.
We spent Thursday sleeping in and walking around Long Beach, which seems to host a large population of hard-luckers. This hadn't been as apparent to me when we were here two years ago. Alan lives in his record store with a roommate and four cats. It's a comfortable arrangement with enough room to shelter at least two bands; we stayed here with Imperial Leather in '06, and Giuda will be bedding down here tonight. Our first show is in a couple hours in Rowland Heights, a town equidistant from Long Beach and L.A. proper (if there is such a thing). We're playing at an outdoor arena that primarily showcases wrestling. Apparently it's pretty cool except for the bouncers, who behave as if they work at an outdoor arena that primarily showcases wrestling.
Almost time to roll. More later.
We spent Thursday sleeping in and walking around Long Beach, which seems to host a large population of hard-luckers. This hadn't been as apparent to me when we were here two years ago. Alan lives in his record store with a roommate and four cats. It's a comfortable arrangement with enough room to shelter at least two bands; we stayed here with Imperial Leather in '06, and Giuda will be bedding down here tonight. Our first show is in a couple hours in Rowland Heights, a town equidistant from Long Beach and L.A. proper (if there is such a thing). We're playing at an outdoor arena that primarily showcases wrestling. Apparently it's pretty cool except for the bouncers, who behave as if they work at an outdoor arena that primarily showcases wrestling.
Almost time to roll. More later.
