James' Road Notes: 1/10/2000
So, I 'm writting road notes for the
first time. I had a great time in Omaha and Colorado and it was cool
to see everyone. I went out with Darla, (most of you know Darla),
a couple of times and that is always fun. One night we went somewhere
first -- where, I can't remember now -- and then later went to a little
get together at Joel's from Man Down. The next day I was to leave
at like 7 in the morning to head to Minneapolis with my Mom to see
the Vikings and the Packers football game. My sister Kathryn is a
cheerleader for the Vikings and I had never seen her dance.
Anyway, Darla and I are leaving Joel's
at like 3:30 in the morning and we get lost going home. All of the
sudden, we're jabbering along and we wind up stopping at this house
with "HOPE" in giant lights. That house would become a landmark
for finding our way out of that neighborhood. On the way, we're looking
at Christmas lights and we finally get to my Mom's house. I'm like,
"See you later," and everything, and I forgot that I left
my bass in her trunk.
I never leave anywhere without my bass,
so this was a problem. I remembered we weren't just out partying but
we played that night, too. I realized this as soon as I went inside
and Darla was driving away. And I was like, "Shit!" I knew
Darla would remember but I couldn't get ahold of her 'cause she didn't
have a phone at the time and could only use pay phones.
I had faith. I left to see my sister
and the game and the Vikings won. I had never been to a football game
in my life. It was crazy! And Kathryn was dancing on the big TV and
it was cool. So I get back to Omaha and call Grubb's and, yes, Darla
had come through. My bass was at his house but Darla, on her way,
had gotten into a fender bender. I have the worst luck with my friends
automobile's, even when I'm not driving. One good thing is it wasn't
her fault and she got some money out of it.
Ok. So, the road trip went well. We
stopped in Denver for a night and went to this bar, The Lion's
Lair, to get a microphone that we left there when we played. First
off, this place is sketch central from the get. Second, the door guy
hates us for some reason and is a total drunk, too.
I'm playing pinball while G and Bob
are questiong him about the mic. Our friend Tara comes over and says,
"I think that guy is going to kill Bob." The door guy said
to Bob, "If you don't stop calling me a liar, I 'm going to hit
you!" Bob was being totally cool.
So I go over to see what's up and all
of the sudden the bartender chick starts to WIG. She is screaming
at these Sullivan's-style drunks to get out of her bar who had probally
been dinking since nine in the morning because they could barely speak
or stand. Anyway, while they are getting kicked out we're standing
like a foot away watching and here comes the big, drunk door guy who
is already full of rage from Bob.
He barrells into the drunks, knocking
both flat on the ground. I was like, "Holy shit!" The door
guy is all like, "I'll kill anyone who looks at me!" screaming
at the drunk on the floor. The drunk is screaming that his head had
been cracked open and that he needs an ambulance. He got up on his
own accord only minutes later. So I say to G and Bob, "Let's
roll. Screw the mic for now."
We walk right through the crime scene
and inches away from the door guy. We say our farewells and are laughing
to ourselves about what a strange thing just happened when the screaming
suddenly carries out of the bar and into the street. Directly in front
of traffic, a full-on brawl between the doorman and the drunks is
What a dump, but a pretty fun place
to play actually. The rest of the way back was mellow. We rested in
Holbrook, Arizona and got a great deal on a room. We listened to books
on tape. I love the weather here and I am glad to be back.