LA to Escondido">Tour Diary: Day 1: LA to Escondido

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I guess I should say that day one for me is really day six for The Jon­benet, the band I’m on tour with, but we’re just gonna go ahead and call it day one. I left my apart­ment this morn­ing at 5, got into LAX 12 hours later, met up with a guy from Hous­ton named Jason who drove me out to Escon­dido to meet up with the band. My flight was freez­ing cold and I was locked into the win­dow seat and couldn’t get out to hunt down a blan­ket. It was like being a pris­oner on some kind of fly­ing ice cham­ber of death. It was horrible. 

Also, another note: Los Ange­les is huge. There was noth­ing but moun­tains and desert and tiny lit­tle towns for hours and then all of a sud­den, there was was LA. grids of houses and build­ings extend­ing to the hori­zon in every direc­tion. No other city on earth can match this one in terms of sprawl. It’s amazing. 

Escon­dido is either a south­ern sub­urb of LA or a north­ern sub­urb of San Diego and it took us about two hours to get there from the air­port. Get this though: Jason had french friend from Del Taco wait­ing for me in the car. Can you believe that? The guy’s a real class act. He proved it again later when we stopped in San Cla­mente for soft serve from stand by the high­way called Burger Stop. (Note to Cal­i­for­ni­ans: if you’re ever in San Cla­mente, it’s worth check­ing out. 24 fla­vors of soft serve, and also the home of the “Chile-​​Dog”.) The first lick of my ice cream sent it plum­met­ing earth­ward, my cam­era break­ing it’s fall. So bull­shit. The nice lady behind the counter was nice enough to give me a new cone.

The gig was at a space and sci-​​fi themed pizza joint called Killer Pizza from Mars and the place looked like it hadn’t changed since it first opened in, if i had to guess, 1993. The dudes there were crazy hos­pi­tal though. They feed and watered us, and let us hang around long after clos­ing shoot­ing hoops on their old school arcade thing. Three local bands played, and I took pic­tures of some of the fun­ni­est look­ing peo­ple. It was good. The kids at the show were all in high school and they seemed to dig the Jon­benet guys the best, and they unloaded a bunch of merch.

We’re in the van now, dri­ving along the Pacific Ocean. Can’t see it because it’s totally black, but I know that it’s there. Kind of awe­some. We’re head­ing 9 hours up north, straight thru the night, to Chico, which, we were told buy the guys at Killer Pizza, is the point of ori­gin for much of California’s med­i­c­i­nal mar­i­juana crop. It’s by a mas­sive state park called Bid­well, so I’m hop­ing we get to hang out there for at least a lit­tle while to cap­ture the scenery. 

So that’s the deal so far. Sorry this is a rushed post, I’m dying to get some sleep, so future ones will hope­fully be a lit­tle more thought­fully crafted. And there’s so much hilar­i­ous shit that’s hap­pened that I’m leav­ing out, so I’ll try to be more on top of it for the sake of pos­ter­ity start­ing tomor­row. And, obvi­ously, there will be pic­tures and things and I’ll intro­duce you to the dudes as time goes on. K? Later.