Stockton and More

Man….the last few days have been rather interesting.

The show in Stockton went well. The Upstarts were cool and the crowd seemed to enjoy us. Afterwards, Shane (the bass player) put us up at his house, along with a guy named Rodney who actually out-snored Quinn. Beyond some simple drinking the night was uneventful.

Next morning, it was time to sleep in. We did as little as possible until we needed to be in Vacaville. Because we hadn’t heard from the promoter since the show was booked, we had no idea when we were supposed to be there, so we showed up at 6 p.m., beating the promoter there by almost an hour.

Matty, the promoter, was a cool guy, and the bar, Cheer’s, was a cool place. There was one weird bouncer who tried to kick somebody out for dancing differently that he liked. He also gave us the “fuck you” stare when he showed up to set up the door. The dude was just an asshole, plain and simple.

We played second, after She He He, a kinda poppy band from Sacremento. After the show, we headed to their house to drink a bit and sleep. Another quiet night, mostly swapping stories between the two bands.

Today, we headed down to San Clemente to play a birthday party at Knucklehead’s. The drive was pretty uneventful, except for the massively deadly wreck that occured on the I-5 in L.A. Two teenagers died, and the semi that hit them made their van look like a Geo Metro.

Before the show, Jesse, a friend of the guy who set up our two gigs in L.A. fed us and gave us a place to shower. Tremendously nice guy.

The show was strange for this band. We were the only band and, consequently, were expected to fill two or three hours. Faking Social Distortion, CCR, and others was fun, and, for this band, kind of challenging. It went well.

We’re now crashing at Quinn’s friend’s house in the O.C. I’m hoping to see Peter Gallager’s eyebrows later. I’m off for a few beers and some more sleep on someone else’s floor.