Tour Diary: Day 2: Escondido to Chico

 
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If any­one ever says to you, “Chico, Cal­i­for­nia sucks,” moth­er­fucker is lying. I didn’t have high hopes for the place – Id never heard of it before AND get­ting there from Escon­dido way down in SoCal meant skip­ping leisure stops in San Fran­cisco and at Yosemite National Park. But the tours the tour and we drove 14 hours thru the night to get there for a gig at a house show. Chico is the home of Chico State, and plenty of the kids there came out to crowd into a base­ment to hear the Jon­benet rock their dicks off.  The gig was great, the kids were awe­some and the town is pretty, you might con­sider drop­ping in on future road­trips. I snapped some pic­tures with the dig­i­tal specif­i­cally for the blog, dude singing in this shot is Mike Mur­land. Stand up guy. Bryan Schut­maat, who many of you know, is play­ing bass in the background.

The drive was pretty wild. We left Escon­dido at around 11:15pm last night after the Killer Pizza from Mars gig and drove all the way up I-​​5 thru LA, thru the Ange­les National For­est, past Bak­ers­field and Fresno, switched high­ways in Sacra­mento and arrived in Chico by like 11 in the morn­ing. That stretch thru the National For­est was amaz­ing. Even though it was the mid­dle of the night, the moon was bright enough to see the hills pretty clearly, and it was gor­geous. I hope to come thru dur­ing the day sometime.

Any­way, We hit the mall (I needed to get a pil­low) and Taco Bell, tried to find a Wal-​​Mart and then headed to the gig. The dudes who were hav­ing the show were real friendly, and we got to chill out for a while before things got going. We watched Man­ches­ter United beat Chelsea in dou­ble over­time and then I took a long nap in the van until the dudes went on at like 9.
It was a good gig, the the kids in the crowd were all really pos­i­tive, and a bunch of them had heard the guys play before three or four years ago the last time they came thru. There were two other bands that played, includ­ing one whose name I have writ­ten down but can’t find at the moment from Davis, CA, who not only rock but also have a pretty foxy singer name Erica. Before there last song, she warned the crowd that since the band has noth­ing recorded and no myspace page, that “This is it, some pretty cru­cial rock and roll.”  And it was. I have a shot of her scream­ing into the mic in my Has­sel­blad as we speak.

So now we’re headed to Rich­man, WA, which is like 10,000 miles from here. So we’re going to be dri­ving thru the night again which is only a bum­mer because when we drive at night we can’t see the sights. Though, dri­ving thru the Ange­les National For­est last night, the moon was bright enough that I could see the hills pretty clearly, and it was amazing.

We didn’t hang out long after the show was over. The kids were cool and every­thing, and this retard­edly adorable dog named Stan­ley turned up (video below), but we left to make it to the next show in Rich­land, WA by way of Port­land, OR.