Sunday, November 11, 2007

(AT LONG) LAST PICTURES

yes we've all forgotten about it. yes, the hangover is finally over. yes, the van is starting to smell normal once again. but we have finally uncovered visual evidence of the third third of our journey. so without further explanation, i present new orleans-texas-vegas-san diego-san fran in pictures:


checkpoint charlie's: a friendly home to cats of all species.














new orleans' hardest-working bar-band: foreground, slewfoot; middleground, cary b. and her exquisite voice/left hand; background, our own dave hurley, guest-drummer!
















satan drives the prevailing speed.














bayou vanishing point














truth in advertising for a traveling rock band.














actually, we went the other way.














after seeing/smelling/tasting this, i take back everything bad i've ever said about texas. everything













aaron, adapting nicely to west texas.













there are worse places to be stranded, i suppose...














junction, texas, u.s.a.: where it's never christmas for bambi.



















'...standing on the edge of the hoover dam..'















after 20 hours of straight driving, our early morning vegas welcome. viva...














did somebody say the food sucks on the road?














waye newton, eat your heart out.















erik, dancing with the devil--or his servant, the hula-stripper.

















our san diego benefactors, the unbeatable dr.'s gus and mita














dr. gus's best medicine: RIBS. (ok, i promise this is the last photo of food. really.)














scolari's office, san diego, ca. holy crap, we finally look like a rock band!














hope for the world: a band from israel, named 'lebanon'; a great bunch of guys who play amazing music and look like THIS:















who needs brick walls and broken glass for your band photo, when you've got a plastic jungle-gym and toddler?












guster-man, defending the world from evil, one baby daughter at a time














our san frisco welcome.













the king hen did NOT play this gig. but we're looking into some polka tunes for our next album...













the king hen, circa 2030. aaron, wake up!















'you walked through that poison-oak patch too?'