Long drive for pride, hard parking and out of control country beer line. Our entire San Diego trip in the balance, todder frodder to either side of a mood. Four people on picnic table, A capable sound man and nothing to lose. Maybe our best show to ever, folks running down the hill, a bunch of hippies dancing. Punks refuse to dance, but they can't fail to tap their feet a little and wonder about their choices. Happy man in a hat tells me at the end that above all else, my guitar fucking rules, pretty happy about that.
Far away hotel, good for sleeping.
Another long drive home.
Kittens miss us.
Scissor sisters management wants to feel out package!! We are happy!!
Rehearsal sounds like shit. All the equipment in the hourly studio could have been purchased for $5. Horrible sinking feeling. Hate bad rehearsal. Feeling very low.
Unexplained trouble sleeping.
Feeling better.
Need very much to get some recordings recorded.
Cycles and circles.
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