back from the dead...
being on vacation is only fun if you have something to do. i knew we would have a good time despite the repeated whining and assorted bitching. it amazes me just how much i can turn my brain off and ignore every little thing.
we left arizona around 7 in the morning. about 50 miles outta phoenix a dove committed suicide by flying right into my windshield at 90 miles per hour. all the dust from it's body adhered to the bug juice around the impact area, giving off a "shroud of turin" effect that was really unsettling. bad omen or not, we decided immediately to get to our destination as soon as fuckin' possible... of course, this meant that i had to get a speeding ticket. the chp's shit eating grin was just enough to convince me that we needed some sort of good luck talisman, the sooner the better.
coachella was a blast... even though i had won tickets for both days, for me saturday was where it was at. i doubt i'll ever get to see the hives live again while standing in the crowd right next to the mooney suzuki. a little surreal, but i think i was the only one who noticed it was them.
camping at lake cahuila wasn't bad either. i was surrounded by friendly, giving people who actually enjoyed the music i was playing. who'd think that raver kids could appreciate the specials?
on monday morning we headed to los angeles, specifically chinatown... we tried to enjoy ourselves at dim sum, only to be called the chinese equivalent of "cracker-ass cracker" when RC's girlfriend asked for a fork. meh. after the frigid dim sum we went to wing hop fung to stock up on green tea pomade and dried mangos. I also found a good fortune cat (with the come hither paw) that was to become our mascot for the rest of the trip.
we then went to venice beach, checked out some graffiti, and then my cousin and i dropped off our 2 comrades at lax since they had to be at work the next day. we continued on to our hometown, bakersfield california for a couple days.
my crazy parents were even crazier than they were last time i had seen them in the flesh. my mom had basically holed herself up in her bedroom, treating it like an apartment even though she lives in a 3 bedroom house with a full basement. she's gonna end up a lonely old lady, except without all the reckless animal collecting.
a neighborhood away, my dad has set up shop in a shanty of a studio apartment that he had to subject to a cockroach holocaust for 3 days straight. he had been breathing in the fumes so long that he didn't even know that his place smelled funny.
getting the hell out of that madhouse, my cousin and i first stopped at the wasco skatepark before venturing north up the 1 towards big sur and san simeon. we kept going, camping at half moon bay and then going to san francisco. luckily, the fortune cat was working overtime, and we stayed real safe.
i went to the haight specifically to go to the kid robot store, but didn't bring enough money to get anything badass... i did get some planet of the apes astronaut kubricks, though. there were so many crazy adidas sneakers at the various shops, but nobody had size 13 in any of the styles that caught my eye. stupid feet!
my cousin skated while i walked around snapping photos like a damn tourist. around 7 or so we decided to say "fuck it" and hauled ass back to bakersfield, where we unwound for another day before heading back to arizona.
all in all it was a decent road trip, even though it only lasted a week. my mind was so clear that i went in to work on monday morning, forgetting that i wasn't supposed to be there until the next day. papers were stacked high on my desk, so i decided that the best remedy for them would be to go home and go back to sleep, which i did, and then get high and listen to records all day. let's hear it for slack!
-bobby
being on vacation is only fun if you have something to do. i knew we would have a good time despite the repeated whining and assorted bitching. it amazes me just how much i can turn my brain off and ignore every little thing.
we left arizona around 7 in the morning. about 50 miles outta phoenix a dove committed suicide by flying right into my windshield at 90 miles per hour. all the dust from it's body adhered to the bug juice around the impact area, giving off a "shroud of turin" effect that was really unsettling. bad omen or not, we decided immediately to get to our destination as soon as fuckin' possible... of course, this meant that i had to get a speeding ticket. the chp's shit eating grin was just enough to convince me that we needed some sort of good luck talisman, the sooner the better.
coachella was a blast... even though i had won tickets for both days, for me saturday was where it was at. i doubt i'll ever get to see the hives live again while standing in the crowd right next to the mooney suzuki. a little surreal, but i think i was the only one who noticed it was them.
camping at lake cahuila wasn't bad either. i was surrounded by friendly, giving people who actually enjoyed the music i was playing. who'd think that raver kids could appreciate the specials?
on monday morning we headed to los angeles, specifically chinatown... we tried to enjoy ourselves at dim sum, only to be called the chinese equivalent of "cracker-ass cracker" when RC's girlfriend asked for a fork. meh. after the frigid dim sum we went to wing hop fung to stock up on green tea pomade and dried mangos. I also found a good fortune cat (with the come hither paw) that was to become our mascot for the rest of the trip.
we then went to venice beach, checked out some graffiti, and then my cousin and i dropped off our 2 comrades at lax since they had to be at work the next day. we continued on to our hometown, bakersfield california for a couple days.
my crazy parents were even crazier than they were last time i had seen them in the flesh. my mom had basically holed herself up in her bedroom, treating it like an apartment even though she lives in a 3 bedroom house with a full basement. she's gonna end up a lonely old lady, except without all the reckless animal collecting.
a neighborhood away, my dad has set up shop in a shanty of a studio apartment that he had to subject to a cockroach holocaust for 3 days straight. he had been breathing in the fumes so long that he didn't even know that his place smelled funny.
getting the hell out of that madhouse, my cousin and i first stopped at the wasco skatepark before venturing north up the 1 towards big sur and san simeon. we kept going, camping at half moon bay and then going to san francisco. luckily, the fortune cat was working overtime, and we stayed real safe.
i went to the haight specifically to go to the kid robot store, but didn't bring enough money to get anything badass... i did get some planet of the apes astronaut kubricks, though. there were so many crazy adidas sneakers at the various shops, but nobody had size 13 in any of the styles that caught my eye. stupid feet!
my cousin skated while i walked around snapping photos like a damn tourist. around 7 or so we decided to say "fuck it" and hauled ass back to bakersfield, where we unwound for another day before heading back to arizona.
all in all it was a decent road trip, even though it only lasted a week. my mind was so clear that i went in to work on monday morning, forgetting that i wasn't supposed to be there until the next day. papers were stacked high on my desk, so i decided that the best remedy for them would be to go home and go back to sleep, which i did, and then get high and listen to records all day. let's hear it for slack!
-bobby
sounds like you had an excellent time. i love mooney suzuki - i saw them in seattle a few years ago. i can't believe they haven't blown up huge yet.
take it light,
ph