when i was a kid my dad always had the same dry answer when asked what he wanted for christmas/his birthday/father's day/whatever: "peace and quiet."
always thought that was kinda funny but it was only when i remembered it this morning upon waking up in an empty hotel room — jw had an early flight, mine doesn't leave until 2 — and realizing that this would be my last chance to lounge lazily in bed with the internet in my lap for god knows how long that i fully understood just how gd funny it actually was. peace and quiet! rarer than diamonds, more precious than gold! I HAVE SOME. two more hours of it. tomorrow i will be awakened at six a.m. by a little girl holding a book in my face and insistently making a sound like scooby doo going "hmmm?" which of course is pretty much the greatest thing ever. but it makes you appreciate the peace and quiet.
tour ended up being great. tour of hotel lobby xmas trees. hibernation time for mountain goats now.
fillmore show cures tour depression. drive day, no time for anything. oh hey look it's a 42-year-old dad skateboarding down sunset boulevard in one-and-three-quarter-inch cuban heelsphoto via trudymade's instagram
okay so i just had a really fun night here hanging out in the tap room with brandon and trudy and the dudes from matthew e. white's band so maybe it's not so different after all. kinda wishing they hadn't put us in rooms directly over the club though. when do you suppose karaoke ends? hoping 2. have to be up at 8.
good celeb sightings on this tour. austin: bon iver. phoenix: dude from jimmy eat world. tonight: fucking billy gibbons!
christ this karaoke shit has to end right
man i've been coming here since the '90s, not always for work, and much of what i loved about it stemmed from its peculiar and remarkable resistance to the passage of time. had a strange intuition things would be different now coming back for the first time since 2008 and sure enough the entire neighborhood is physically transformed with fancy tall new condo buildings where there used to be empty lots and sidewalks teeming with people where it used to seem so quiet and agreeably desolate. feel like a dick complaining about what appears to be genuine urban renewal (as opposed to standard-issue icky gentrification) but it's hard not to feel like something's been lost. boo-hoo, it's not how i remembered it, time has refused to stand still in precisely the manner that i as an occasional tourist would prefer.
i'd never been to santa fe before. still haven't, kinda. show was fun though.
leaving austin john reads tweet from jill sobule about juvenile road game of adding word "anal" to name of every car you see. squint to identify vehicle ahead of us. it's a chevy avalanche.
mountain goats universally smitten with tulsa. cain's ballroom
! my ex-gf wanette danced with morrissey on this stage. oh and the sex pistols played here. and hanks snow and williams, and tennessee ernie ford, and of course bob wills, basically everyday during the 1930s and '40s. photo courtesy trudymade
woke up in fort smith arkansas. yelped vietnamese for lunch a mile away, 4 1/2 stars, sounds amazing. we pile out of sprinter, are seated, order. sorry we're out of banh-mi. you're out of bahn mi. few minutes later sorry we're out of tofu. out of tofu. food pretty dismal tbh. place not so clean, funny smell. wtf fort smith yelpers. john leaves to find a paper and discovers mexican ice cream a block away. afterwards we walk for dessert and pass the converted gas station that's also
a vietnamese place — "sandwiches" "vegetarian" it says in the window — the one we thought we were going to as it turns out. sigh.delicias michoacanas
fucking amazing though.
on the internet in the back of the van!!!
eight hour drive just got a little shorter
nashville best western kind of amusingly cheeseball