Deep Pockets on To-er with So Adult pt.4

So we’re back in the heat and the AC is finally working. Here is the longer drive I think. I may have misremembered (is that a word?) the length of one of the earlier ones cause I just remember that if I’m looking through this windshield for the first time then it’s Bobby the Beast, Bobby the Best, behind the wheel.

Bobby is a driving animal. He laid out 12 hours easy. I couldn’t believe it. I guess west coast driving is slightly different then east coast because there is more space and less to pass by. Does that make sense?

Either way we were on route to San Jose and Bobby put up with it all. The farts, the loudness, and the Hard Ticket to Hawaii. While we were in Portland apparently Joe met up with a friend to buy a bunch of crazy DVDs from him. Hard to find B and C movies I guess. Derek brought his laptop to be able to do “work” on the road, but it came in handy on a 12 hour drive when everyone behind the pilots seats got to watch this piece of junk. If you have a minute just youtube the skateboard assassin scene and you’ll understand.

We were an hour and a half behind the show so by the time the last band played we still weren’t there until an hour and a half later. Ilya got word to us that people were gonna stick around and party so we basically rolled in and played. Here is So Adult (first night I recorded them) and during their set the power drops out. The craziest shit happened at this show! I was standing there for a minute after loading in and I saw someone I recognized from New York! I don’t know her well but she is a friend of friends and what not. She was like “I saw that there was a band from Long Island but I didn’t recognize the name. Thought it was weird that I wouldn’t know anyone but apparently I do!” Totally fucking random. Only problem is I can’t remember her name because I am the worst at that. I know she lived in one of the 538 places, not the main one or Stolen Sleeves, but that other that did shows sometimes. I think it may be Sandra but I dunno. Anyway…

After the show we ate some banging local Mexican. I do love their Mexican though I am loyal to my authentic Taco Truck. That night we stayed with Derek’s aunt, Tammy.

We got another good shower and plenty of nice space. I slept in the fart room that night seeing as both Conor and Bo were fumigating the room. Derek’s aunt had a bunch of cute kitties and a really awesome but loud pooch. She fed us well in the morning and her son likes hockey. That’s all I remember.

Oh and she had this nightmare of a spider in her backyard. It’s fucking orange. That is not a good sign.

We headed out to what turned out to be one of the better digging days on the trip. Rasputin Music. As we turned the corner in the daylight I realized I may have stayed at a hotel around the corner with my mom and sister something like 20 years ago. I remember it really clearly but who knows.

Posse in effect.

At Rasputin we all made a good haul but the hidden gem was the 50 cent bin. This was one of the only “dollar bins” I’ve ever seen that had actual worthwhile records. Conor is showing the camera the Carly Simon record that we believe certain choices were made for sales because something about the cover art grabs one’s attention. You guessed it, the font choice.

I left with about 50 dollars worth of shit. Awesome stuff that I can’t find on the east coast.

After I left Rasputin I went searching for the other dudes who headed over to a different record store. In the process I stumbled on a yard sale that was awesome. This woman running it was walkin around in a weird bra top with a long sleeve wrapped at her waste with leopard print Hammer pants. She was awesome but declined to be photographed so I snapped a little something for reference.

She had a box of sport photographs which featured a collection of All Star Game stuff with players from The Ducks and The Sharks. The last time I was in San Jose I got some much sick Sharks swag I wish I could time travel just got that stuff.

She seemed really confused as to why anyone would want to photograph a yard sale so I told her it was because we don’t have stuff like this in NYC. She told me a story about how she stayed in the Bronx with a friend in the 80s. She told her friend that she saw a huge raccoon the size of a dog and her friend told her it was probably a rat.

I caught up with the guys at On The Corner Music. This spot was awesome too. I copped a lot of weird hip-hop stuff that is also hard to come by out east.

I was jealous of Conor’s grab… the Whiplash ep for a really good price. We then got talking to the gal running the shop. She was stoked to find out we were in bands. She snapped a picture of us “for the internet” but I haven’t been able to scope it out with my net skills.

She told us she was an artist as well and gave us her card. Look up “Steely Nash” if you wanna hear her voice, which isn’t bad. I asked if I could get a portrait in return for the one she just took of us. She said sure but then the phone rang and we were headed out the door so I grabbed one real quick to which she replied “that’s it? ok!” or something. Anyway cool record store.

On the way back to Tammy’s place someone spotted a little Gecko. Those things are so cute. I wish we had little mutated ones in New York. Cause you know they would be if they lived here. I had to coax it out of the shadows by tipping its tail a bit. Well worth it. After we got back to Tammy’s we were on our way out to The Chinatown Youth Center in Fresno. TBC.

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