Humboldt to San Fran
ByAs for Humboldt, everyone has a few words…
ricker: high in the mountains
tony: all fired up
matt: blazin good time
grug: uhhh
we played Simon legrees, little bar in the only town in trinity county. the fire chief(ton) was there, a homeless dude named Cartoon, and a cowboy named tony. the cops are off work at 10. we jammed our acoustic set, then we jammed with the new friends we made.
we stayed with Dan, a man with a firepit and goats and the biggest dog in the world. we arose in the morning and I found I shared a floor with a hobo (ourselves excluded)….we both had Oakland raiders paraphernalia on and I definitely believe we bonded on that
we left for san francisco. every time im in this city it proves to be fun. we crossed the golden gate and drove straight to the venue, the retox. we ate some soul food when we landed, fried chicken, mashed taters and 2 dollar homemade brews….nice.
the venue was cool, bar upstairs, venue downstairs. grugs old frisco clan came out to support. my cousin showed his face too…I likeded it.
we stayed at the homie brads pad down in sunset, wakeup, and loaded ourselves down with road soda’s. we made it to hippie hill where rick saw a man with face paint on, but figured out later that they were lesions. Gross
we made it through haight, then down to north beach and to the piers where we found a spot to drink our soda’s and watch tony bust spaghetti leg. as the night stumbled along we ended up at grugs friends house where we continued drinking soda and tony and myself grappled……right after tony kicked me in the head with his slipper. good party and thanks for lettin us shower.
im now sitting in oakland, recap’n the last few days, and kind of the whole trip in general. van life. depending on a car weighed down with equipment and people, making a circle of a portion of earth to play shows and meet new faces and run into the craziest situations….its fucking rad, exhausting at times, trying, but well worth the effort.
ricker will prolly make another post to sum everything up in the beautifully articulated way that he does things. until then, see you thursday in pasadena, or at the local watering hole.
–misteredwall




















