Leaving Santa Barbara:
Woke up around nine and ate breakfast with my grandma. Headed out around ten thirty and stopped by Rebecca’s studio at UMBC. It was refreshing to hang out with someone who shares a passion for book arts. A very nice morning.
Mike and I left for LA around twelve and arrived around one thirty. Accidentally ended up driving down the main drag of Hollywood and peeped at the China theater. Blech. We stopped in at Family and browsed books. I saw Phil Elverum’s Dawn for the first time. I flipped through a book of Ed Templeton’s photos, which were mostly of butts. Expected that. Nice store. Met up with Ellie afterward and she drove us around town in her chariot. We ate tamales on some famous street and made up songs about having sex in sixth grade. Appropriate.
Met up with Ellie’s friend, Bradley, who had recently ridden his bike from Los Angeles to New York. He was brimming with excitement about everything. Very positive to be around. We went to this Latino alley. I bought an horchata. Seconds after I bought it, I was trying to dispose of my straw sheath and I accidentally knocked my drink straight into the trash. Bought another one, sadly. It was tasty. Eyed the panama hats, but couldn’t bring myself to haggle down the price. My head is unfortunately panama-less. Ate Mexican candy and went back to Ellie’s. Showed up at Synchronicity Space around eight thirty. Cool art on the walls. Friendly people immediately when we walked in. Great show. Black Church, Emily Lacy, The True Drone. Thanks to Ezra for setting up the show. The room sounded like a cave. I broke a string and ended up playing my electric guitar for the first time on this tour. It sounded great. I sang sans-mic over top the warm amp swells. At the show, I met a pen pal that I’ve had for seven years. It was the first time we met in person. A real treat. Crazy to know someone for so long and then to know them in a completely new way after meeting them in person.
After the show, Ellie, Mike, and I went hunting for a taco truck. Mike and I had been trying to find a taco truck all tour, but to no avail. We went up and down Echo Park’s main drag and found nothing. As we were turning around, we were stopped at a stoplight. We all saw the glow of a taco sign in the distance ahead. An oasis in the taco abyss. $1.50 tacos. Tried four kinds with tamarindo soda. Delicious! The spot! Hit!
The tacos made me have weird dreams about making fun of cops, getting in car chases, returning to Hampshire College, receiving text messages in “Old English” fonts, and hanging with Grealdo. Taco fever. Sleep.
Woke up and made breakfast with Ellie. Green tea, fruit salad, hummus, sourdough bread, and tofu scramble. We sat on the back porch of her Silver Lake vista and basked in the sun as we chowed on the perfect morning meal. Said long goodbyes and hit the dusty, hot (110 degrees), and lonesome road… very slowly. Traffic out of LA was harsh.
Phoenix, AZ to come. More sleep for now.