We've been away from our girlfriends and fiances and wife. And our hands. Going a bit mad it seems.
Hot Springs, Arkansas. A scruffy town of family entertainment and entertainment for Dad. Strip karoake anyone? The costume shop also sells live birds and hippie oils. How about a September 11th Wax Museum?Shea from The Valley Of The Vapors Festival gave us a discount coupon to a natural hot springs bath house. I had a vision of us in our own pampered version of the Spiderland cover. Yeah but when we got there it was a glorified indoor hot tub inhabited by a community of pasty fatsoes and homophobic heybros.
"Can we rent swimming trunks?"
A lady recoiled at Mike, still wearing last night's purple eyebrows.
"Can we rent swimming trunks?"
A lady recoiled at Mike, still wearing last night's purple eyebrows.
Alan, Greg and I took a stroll up the Dead Chief Trail to the watch tower. Did you know it costs seven dollars to go up? We didn't. I bought a 25-cent postcard of Babe Ruth on a horse track looking miserable.
We ran into John in the woods. He was on his cellphone.
Thanks to Shea and her husband Bill, being a part of a festival has its perks. Free Fat Tire in a can. Free spaghetti. Free green cake.
We ran into John in the woods. He was on his cellphone.Thanks to Shea and her husband Bill, being a part of a festival has its perks. Free Fat Tire in a can. Free spaghetti. Free green cake.
We played wiffleball with Haymarket Riot. Murder By Death entertained us with their Shane McGowan stories. The local youth interviewed all the bands. Alan spent the majority of ours describing his pedals. I probably spoke too much for the new guy. The interview (d)evolved into listing our influences in five-part zombie unison.
"We doo like Kuurt Weeiill but we doon't liike West Side Stoory...
Then add ten minutes.
The show was fun. Hot Springs came out to make noise about it. Mike's upright got sick in the pick-ups so she sat out the set. Poor baby, getting battered around in the trailer like a second favorite blow-up doll.
"You understand me," said a girl to Alan. She went on. About things.
Looking forward to seeing my girlfriend...
Haymarket Riot knocked them out with hormones and sweat and Murder By Death shook them with electric murder skiffle and Goldie Hawn on a moustachioed Iron Maiden cello.
We stayed with Zachary and Cheryl from the fabulous Itinerant Locals.
Then add ten minutes.
The show was fun. Hot Springs came out to make noise about it. Mike's upright got sick in the pick-ups so she sat out the set. Poor baby, getting battered around in the trailer like a second favorite blow-up doll.
"You understand me," said a girl to Alan. She went on. About things.Looking forward to seeing my girlfriend...
Haymarket Riot knocked them out with hormones and sweat and Murder By Death shook them with electric murder skiffle and Goldie Hawn on a moustachioed Iron Maiden cello.
We stayed with Zachary and Cheryl from the fabulous Itinerant Locals.
They live in a cool customized house with a circus trailer in the front. Zachary made a fire in the wood-burning stove and produced a century old tuba. Cheryl showed us her newest accordion and an impromptu polka sprung out. They then showed us this thing called a Transicord. It was a combination accordion and Farfisa, heavy as an office building, with a low D that sounded like an Atari 2600.
As if Hot Springs couldn't get any better, Greg and I were about to sleep in children's bunk beds.
But it would all have to end soon. A 7am alarm and an eleven hour drive awaited us. I was gonna sleep like a baby. Except without shitting myself.
Or using my hands.
As if Hot Springs couldn't get any better, Greg and I were about to sleep in children's bunk beds.
But it would all have to end soon. A 7am alarm and an eleven hour drive awaited us. I was gonna sleep like a baby. Except without shitting myself.
Or using my hands.
a short recording of alan playing the transaccord is here:
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