Back home. Very well-spent weekend. Santa Cruz. Benefit for AETA2 and AETA4. Loud music, merch on the floor, so many boys still these days. Saw Run With The Hunted finally. Stickers from Swampdonkey! Ate a jalepeno burger-type-thing at Saturn Cafe. Slept at Mandy/Adrian's house with Braveyoung and saw semi-nudes on the wall. Woke up, ate a delicious sandwich from Nob Hill Grocery, drove, saw where James Dean died, drove more, was depressed by Barstow, had to tinker with the van's starter there, kept driving, arrived at Yayo's Tacos. Met Tracy and Alex, ate delicious tofu tacos, helped moved some tables and chairs, set up merch. Watched bands, got nose upset with foot-stench of lead singer. Played music. Wondered if kids there could do anything positive to change things, doubted, hoped. Loaded van, tried to start it, bemoaned the fully-fucked starter. Drove around with Alex to buy new starter parts. Stayed well out of the way while Justin, Adam, and Tim fixed the car. Experienced The Raft while the fixing was occurring. Enjoyed the great earthangel-ness of Miguel, the Yayo's Taco employee that was the man who was really responsible for getting the van fixed. Started the van. Drove awhile. Got tired. Let Tim drive the rest of the way. Went to bed in the early morning.
Thank you to those that helped, appreciated, questioned.
More live appearances in the works. Including new shows in San Diego and Reno! Those listed below to the right. A flyer, too: