Little to do, failed practice turned promo walk on a Sunday (of course, the day designated by baby Jesus for musicians to use as excuse for excess use of illicit substance).
Sunny, warm, breezy, alive ahhh dah beach. Katmandu and I run a few errands before feeding ourselves we crawl up to the studio all the way by the foot of the hill, with plans of artistic expressions and creative explosions. FOILED! by the the Heavy metal band rehearsing in the room down the hall (which coincidently was the one Katmandu used to occupy, also coincidently its the smallest and poorest sound insulated one) so we let the recording equipment hum and had a couple drinks (NewCas ICE COLD) and a few puffs from the robot weed pipe usually reserved for novelty uses.
This was good warm up for our meal at a place which according to its name is the Star of the famous Thailandese capitol, I ask the guy at the door for “the most romantic table you’s got up in here” he sat us in a dim lit corner table by the indoor fountain. the food was as usual from the place delicious. Ambiance however was uncomfortably quite, this may have been due to our choice seating (or maybe the fact that the food there is so good patrons rarely come up from there plates for air). We exchanged a few dirty jokes but the silence was still powerful, until our luck struck and the golden girls and their boy toy (geriatric as he may have been) sat there comfortably sweat panted asses right next to us.
Next spot we hit was the liquor store, then we went to Katmandu's place of employment to usurp office supply we printed up flyer for an upcoming show, a few dozen, grabbed a couple electric staplers and some tape, we mapped out our path to include pit stops at our favorite haunts (all dives). First however an attempt at mind expansion, The dollar bookstore a recent Long Beach landmark which is said to be shelved by a pack rat junkie, and by the looks of its organizing (or lack of) I would definitely go ahead and believe that. Inside said book store we ran into a redheaded drummer boy of NASA S.U. fame and he put us on a show, albeit on a Tuesday and at a restaurant / bar drenched in hipness. But its that they thought of us that matters, …right?
We made our way through the beach streets posting unlawfully and stopping for the occasional drink and scheming session. our latest scheme talking one of the dive bars into tossing us in their juke box. I love being a beach city kid, I hope current and younger generations of such areas, enjoy themselves and their surroundings as much.
