After the show at Slim’s we got some breakfast near the motel. Pulled up to a Denny’s and a load of people were outside waiting on rides. But not everyone... a couple of ladies were working the crowd and a number of other folks were tweeking, hard.
We all took note and headed inside. Then there was this dude. He was wearing a tracksuit, backwards ball cap and he was squatting on the floor. Then in one move he jumped up, spun around and started drumming on the bottom of a picture frame and he started laughing like a maniac. He ran outside and disappeared. It was really surreal until Cody noticed there was a wet spot where he’d been squatting.... Slapped back to reality quick. We got back in the van and moved on.
I slept in the freak. The motel was looking pretty methy and we would all feel better if someone took the hit. It was a noisy but uneventful night.
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Next morning we drove to Portland for the next two shows. First was at voodoo donut too (2?) in the parking lot. Those folks are so nice to us. And the free coffee, donuts (and secret band beer!) will keep us coming back.
Smitty was talking about doing the one song set of “Stop it Your Killing Me”. It’s something we’ve talked about doing on and off for a while. But while we were about to start I was looking at the forty or so faces that were so happy to see us and I just couldn’t do it to them.... I liked them happy.
Second show was at Dante’s downtown. Surrounded by dumpy bars, strip clubs and fancy new big city, gentrifyin buildings Portland has a ton of shit going on. We were after the Lucky 13s and they were on it. We also played after another band of Bradley’s earlier in the day. He is doubling up on killer sets.
We went up and the crowd was decent. Hell of a time even though we were all running on fumes. At this point in he tour it’s gonna take something huge to derail us. We got nothing but momentum.
Bend tomorrow.
