Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Pics from the Art Car mini-tour
Soggy Cigarette, happy heart.
Drum Donations, happy feet.
Packing up, cracks me up. Thoses Sillies!
Oh what fun let's cross the country in your van.
It was a short trip but as road trips often prove, you can pack a lot into four days.
Good-bye Tricia. We will try to find the solutions and bring them back intact.
We saw good omens, like this eighteen wheeler driving through the pounding rain with the cross emblazened across her grill. Thank you Jesus, Over?
We made an exquisite corpse to thank the god-truckers.
Thank you, Al.
Thank you, Erin.
Thank you, Me.
Thank you, Chris.
Thank you, Snake.
Thank you, churchbus.
On day two it looked like we'd be spending the tour in Oklahoma praying to the van.
We putt putt putted on over to Anadarko, OK where our friend John Salhus was restoring WPA era art of a Native American nature; which makes sense since Anadarko is 75% Native American.
Erin found a mechanic. The rest of us tooled around with John.
Al was working on a bird.
Suddenly we made it to Houston!
Where we had breakfast with my mom.
You know, a lot happened between Anadarko and Houston. For one thing we made it to Austin for our show with Golden Arm Trio and Loudest Boom Bah Yea, just in the nick of time too yea. I mean we had to unpack and play right away but not to many people and we missed LBBYea. But Golden Arm Trio was great yea. So was Clay Embry. Chris helped me stay awake for the run to Houston which we did right after the show. He sang sitcom themes songs to me and I tried to guess the sitcom. This was harder than I would have thought mainly because he is ten years younger than me and I've never heard of Mr. Belvedere or Family Matters but then he's never heard of One Day at a Time yea.
We went to the Everyone's Art Car Parade.
Saw some friends.
Saw some art cars.
We were pretty tired.
So Jake cut us some pie.
Actually some stuff happened between then and then like we went to the MFA and took a band shot in the Turrell Tunnel, drank loads of iced tea, and said hi to Lisa at the gift shop. We went to Rockin' Robin where we bought a guitar slide and a bass limiter and grew puzzled by all the surf boards.
But those pies and dinner were delicious. Thanks mom.
She's pretty great.
So then we played a show with Hotel Brotherhood and Bright Men of Learning at the Proletariat. Got to see lots of old friends, some Cashiola family including a cousin who as it turns out went to high school with me. I was especially glad to see the Seximals there. It was fun to play bass for the Brotherhood. I haven't played bass live since I was nineteen. Then I played old rock covers for Shriners out in Pasa-get-down-dina.
Bright Men of Learning kicked ass. We rocked out to their new cd on the way back to Chicago. Playing with churchbus was great as was rocking with my brother and Johnathan again. Poor Chrish - I hope somebody took video. We went back to his house afterwards and dragged him into his inflatable pool with our clothes on. Felt good.
We had to hit the road the next day after a Mother's Day dinner at Van Loc and a quick hello with my pop and Jane.
We missed a peek at the IBP Speedy Motorcyle rehearsal. We couldn't go to Bobbin Doctrin's production either. We didn't even stop at Rudz. This is all very bad.
There was nothing left to do except take pictures on the ride home.