Tuesday, June 28th
Rolling north out of Santa Fe. We played Burt’s Tiki Lounge in Albuquerque last night, and I think the consensus is that it went well. Toma was there and videotaped most of it. Maybe someone’ll figure out how to get clips of that online someday; watch this space, I’m sure. That show was the climax of three days in New Mexico…. I (Tony) took the shift driving from Flagstaff to Albuquerque. Well, that’s not strictly true. I drove all but the last 20 miles of the way to Albuquerque, and then pulled onto the shoulder because of the tire that had just exploded….
Outside of Albuquerque on the shoulder with a blowout,
Shoulder with a blowout, shoulder with a blowout,
It slow us down a little but that ain’t the way we go out,
We got a show to play.
It was two days before we had a show to play, and at that point, the revolution made like tumbleweeds and scattered across the high desert: Jana’s family were in town, so when Toma showed up, there on the I-40, to rescue me, we went ahead and gave Jana a ride to her brother’s place in the city. Aaron, Wes and Geof stayed with the van until Triple-A arrived (we had just used the spare that morning to replace a leaky and all-the-way-flat other tire) and towed them to a Discount Tire store managed by an old high school friend of Wes’. Aaron the next day did his runnin’ off, up to Santa Fe to visit his friend Liberty. Meanwhile, I was alternately up on a mesa outside of Villanueva and in Santa Fe with Toma, resting from the touring we been doing. Wes and Geof stayed at Mrs. Shirley’s place (I assume she’s called Mrs. Shirley) (it's Sleeper, Wes) recuperating and eating good home cooking, which we all got to sample when we reunited before the show last night, happy to be back in action after 48 hours of visiting family and exes. God bless family and exes, right, but it is nice to be back on the road.
As for the actual gig, we played what felt like a shortish set (about an hour?), which was well received. We sold at least five Cds, and hung out while a local group called Rakes of Mallow played a follow-up set. They were good fun, and had a guitar virtuoso from Transylvania named Zartan or Zoltan or something. They also had this super-stylish Japanese hipster boy, and D-cup chickie in a sequined tube top dancing through most of their set, and I’m real into the idea of getting a couple of those for our shows in the future.
signing off at mile marker 340 on I-25 north,
Tony
I need a proper cup of coffee
from a proper copper pot.
tea, that’s for chumpzilla.
his minions and him use half-eaten bananas to give their ball sweat a fruity scent.
I watched some porn on the computer,
and it made me completely re-think these van rides.
aaron
The unofficial tour song has become the little ghost song by The White Stripes. We all get real excited when it comes on. thanks matt.
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