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I guess they found a shell or two containing Sarin and mustard gas. Well shit. I guess they found their weapons of mass destruction. I’d better vote for Bush in November.
I headed out for Stillwater on Tuesday night. Try getting around 10 carney vehicles doing 50 in a 65 in the rain and tell me you’re not thinking “bad clowns, bad clowns”.
The lady at the Phillips 66 in Tonkawa offered me a funnel for the quart of oil I purchased. I thought about getting smart and telling her what I would do with the funnel which involved duct tape and a reclamation scheme for the oil as it leaked out of and all over my engine, but I decided that courtesy demanded that I shut up, smile, and say, “No thank you”.
We played the [Copper] Penny and as frustrated as I was by the end of the night, when I heard Roger Clyne’s “Green and Dumb” on the jukebox after the show, I realized the four hour drive was all worth while.
Sleeping in at Wally’s immaculate mansion, I was actually still there when Trevor awoke. We decided to go eat. He took me to this over-the-top Mexican restaurant. Now, I’m not a big fan of Mexican food to begin with, mostly because I never know what I’m ordering. This place looked like it was right out of Mexico…or, rather, what I imagine Mexico looks like from the movies.
Anyway, I left from the place after glancing at Trevor’s big book of maps, knowing that there had to be a faster way than I35. Whether this faster way exists, however, has yet to be confirmed. I found myself driving around this lake, through some park, looking at some scary looking white expanse in the distance. From the signs, I determined that it was some kind of salt plain, conveniently left off of the out-of-state portion of my Kansas map so that they could list all of the towns in Kansas. Good plan, I though, especially for someone lost in Northern Oklahoma. I finally made it across the state line and found myself south of Hazelton. As I walked in to the OK Coop in Hazelton, I found Vernon Eck there looking at me like I was the last person he expected to see on a Wednesday at 4:00pm. I hadn’t seen him in about a year and, quite frankly, hadn’t expected to see him at 4:00pm on a Wednesday afternoon. I bought some gas and continued to Sharon.
Now, the whole reason I went out of route to Sharon was because I had forgotten to take a change of clothes with me to Stillwater and Jim and I were slated to play at Martini’s in Salina that night. After finding out that our washing machine was broken and my green pearl snap shirt that I left home for just such an occasion was still dirty from the last such occasion, I went to my closet and was immediately glad I did. While I swore long ago never to wear my Emotional Feedback shirt again, I decided that my first and last opportunity in quite some time to sit in the center seat justified my wearing of the garment.
After we played one hell of a good show in Salina, I got to thinking. Now, I’m the last person in the world who could ever be accused of being superstitious. The night’s success, however, tempted me to associate it with the wearing of the shirt. Whenever I think about being in a band, the first thing I think of is Emotional Feedback. This was nothing more than a garage band I was in in High School, and while I’ve been in several much more professional bands since then, they were all lacking an important element. With EF, we were friends who also played music together. I’m certainly not saying that Pavement Ends and Pearl Grey were not my friends, but the friendships grew from the band association. With [Emotional] Feedback, the music grew from the friendship. I guess this rather lengthy and seemingly irrelevant log entry goes out to my former band mates.
Rob Spectre is currently in Rhode Island being, as always, proudly geek. Michael Scott is in Oklahoma City, last I heard. Mason Powell is in Lawrence and Joscelyn Farrar is in New York. Curiously enough, Joscelyn and Mason are both getting married on June 5th of this year, though, of course, not to each other. I miss them all and wish for them the best.
I wish I had the energy to go see [Cross Canadian] Ragweed tonight at LongShotz.
