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Agriculture, skepticism, politics

Chillin’ with Quillen

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It occurred to me that I’ve never not had a place to live. Sorry to employ the double negative, but I do not, in fact, currently have a place to live. I started thinking about it and realized that most people never have this problem, if it is a problem. It begs an entirely new approach to living.

Thanks to my cousin Wayne for letting us rest briefly at his apartment. We were pretty scraggly from the show last night in Hunter, KS
Veras was the place. I know because it was spray painted on the front of the building.

We drove around the entire town. Then we had to do it several more times because we had more than 5 minutes to kill before the show.

We literally woke up this morning and left the house we stayed at and wondered two things:

1. Which way is north?
2. Ok, so what do we do about it?

We ended up in Beloit.

Going to Salina now.

We were smoking off this bong…

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Sitting here swapping weed stories with my buddies…

Swapping is rather bad nomenclature, being as I don’t have any to swap…

“Ninja shit…going between trees…those bushes that have pine needles on them…he passed by and I just took off for the car…pretending like I was looking for a dog…that’s the day I swore off drugs…and I didn’t…”

This listening stuff is fun….

“The cop came up and looked in the car…he had to have know that we were fucked up…looking at the cop normally, but not looking at the cop normally…begging God…yeah, you can stay in our hotel room…he would get the joint and he would just hold it. We sold him some acid and he took it right then and there. We all went to sleep. One of my friends woke up and he was standing over him like this….”

Notice the quotes. I love listening to stories like this, both enjoying their humor but thanking the aforementioned God that I don’t have any like this to tell…

I tell stories about cutting wheat and playing bars and listening to stories other people tell.

Is my life boring? Not to me. Crazy stuff is what I’m all about.

I’m playing behind Burgess before McClure on Sunday.
Perhaps the climax of my musical career
Sometimes I wonder why I’m still here.
I think I’m trying to start a panic.

I think I’m going to write some new songs and put them on the album I’m going to start working on when I write some new songs.

I need a new video card and a new tie.

One more quote…
“You gotta have a babysitter…I wouldn’t leave that leaf imprint in the concrete…”

I gotta go pay attention.

Want a hat?

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I was reading my last log entry and realized I started every other sentence with “now”

Now, I was peer-pressured into going to the Ragweed show.
Liz and Tara made me go

I wore my Buster’s hat
The one in the picture from a few days ago
One of the Pratt crew came up and asked me when I was playing Buster’s next
I gave him my hat
Sorry, Trevor, it was just too hideous

I’m looking forward to this little five day mini-vacation from music
Give me time to catch up on my Star Trek

You’ll hear from me.

The sixth season

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Here we go again
Another road trip
Salina from Manhattan by way of Stillwater

Friday at JC’s was good, I thought
Trevor seemed to believe otherwise

Buster’s was fun but weird
The owner’s daughter turned 19
A fact of which she kept reminding us
She decreased the frequency of the reminders when I explained that Trevor was in kindergarten when she was born
We went to after hours
Burgess and I about hit a fence, not because I was drunk, but because I was laughing so hard I missed the turn and ended up in the middle of a pasture before I could get the Mazda shut down.

Fun with signs 2004
I don’t want to hear anything about my Neil Diamond shirt or my ugly hat
I can smile goofier, or more goofy, than anyone you’ve ever known
That sign will say home of Aaron Traffas very soon…

Martina Sign

1000 miles this week with more to go

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I just got back from a rather sudden trip to Sharon. One of my and my family’s closest friends passed away a couple days ago. Very seldom do I grieve for a non-family member’s death. This is certainly one of the exceptions.

I have seven hours logged on the road today with two more to go. It looks like Saline and Dickinson counties are in a tornado watch tonight. I have to drive through both of them to Salina tonight. I guess I’m leaving the topper on my pickup. I wish I was running on more sleep, but I suppose caffeine is an OK substitute.

Big guns

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Boy, we had a hell of a show on Saturday night.
We took the most firepower I’ve ever used at a show
It payed off
We had a solid sound for a quarter-mile
You could probably hear it much farther away than that
It was certainly the fullest sound I’ve heard outside of a big bar venue

Thanks to Mike and Jim for a spectacular performance

I hope Trevor’s alive

I got to do some farm work on Sunday
The most liberating experience in recent memory
A day without Purple Wave or music
Doesn’t happen very often
I fixed some fence, fixed a chisel, mowed some grass…with a bush hog

The music does, however, keep getting better and better
We’re in Salina on Wednesday at Martini’s
We’re back in Salina on Friday at JC’s
Then we head to Sun City for the biggest, baddest Buster’s show that town has ever seen
If you belong to the cult that’s trying to find a religous reason to shut the place down, this’ll be your opportunity.

Back to the grind. You’ll hear from me.


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So much to say, so much…

Getting ready to jet for Sharon
Playing out at the big Larson Trail Ride tonight
Jimmy B. and Michael Kisner are coming down
Jimmy’s going to bang around and Mike’s going to complain about all the songs we play with a capo
Just like old times

Last night we played at Bobby T’s
Opened for Voodoo Kitchin
Great band with an SRV guitarist, cool bassist, and the prettiest drummer I’ve ever seen

Thanks, Jason, for “forgetting” to write down all the white Russians that T-Bob and I had.

Wednesday at Martini’s saw us bullshitting with Jamie from the Batchelorette after the show
He just finished practicing basketball
I found out that Salina had a semi-pro basketball team, but that’s about all I found out.

It’s 10:05am and I’ve already fixed a guitar and watched an episode of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
I’d complain about not having a social life, but we were out until 3:30am last night

I guess it wasn’t that much that I had to say.
I guess I forgot everything.
You’ll hear from me.