away the protective cover of my brain and the warmth surrounding me has been so positive it’s helping me really see things that have always been right in front of my face.
Ha, some Charles Manson-looking motherfucker actually managed to sneak a two foot bong into the show, but just breathing the air around here would get anybody high so I don’t see the point of attracting unnecessary attention to yourself. It’s a good way to get free weed I’ll bet. The rest of the band takes a break during the intermission, so the concerts end up being at least three hours long even though the set lists are actually pretty short. When you really get into the music and show, time seems to fly by too fast.
Last night’s show was definitely the best one yet. There’s no way for me to really describe the way the music is so perfect and how they seem to tune into the audience’s energy and feelings and give it life through their music. I’ll need to see if I can find a copy of that show to buy at some later date when one of the tech hippies has a nice clean processed copy for sale. The bonus of every show getting taped is that there will always be a copy available to me for posterity. I must try and buy one later to play for Jenifer, but it might be more fun to bring her to a night show in person. Listen to me; I’m already planning another vacation with her so it must be serious. What am I saying? It IS serious. J-J-Jane’s getting serious. The last few days have been great but I’m still walking around with the nagging feeling like something is missing.
All the mild advances I’ve been getting from the hippy girls that the two John’s are hanging out with are just rolling off of me like Teflon. The air sure is sweet out here in California.
LATER—more about what I realized in that split second.
When my family moved us down to Texas from the great white North that is Minnesota, I started third grade in a new school. Our first summer in Texas was right in the middle of 1980, the year of the greatest heat wave had since the great depression or some shit. All I can remember was that I spent all summer in the crappy rental house pool the company gave my step-dad as one of his incentives to move us all and learning to mull around with a slow gape-mouthed walk, literally stooping over and beaten by the heat. The grass went from lush green to a wilted deep brown seemingly overnight as sporadic patches of green only existed where someone would damn the water restrictions and succumb to watering their lawn. The television made a big deal about the water restrictions. Water restrictions?! What is that?! Have Texas the lakes dried up? I didn’t know that Minnesota, which practically has a nice clean and clear lake on every block, was an anomaly. I remember checking the calendar gauging the days and trying to determine when it would finally cool down. Watching as the calendar days moved to September and thinking, “it’s going to be getting cold now, I should get out my sweaters’ ’ Then into October, thinking, “we usually have to wear our big coats for trick or treating ,” and I’m still wearing shorts. Finally, November, some relief should come for sure. Then Thanksgiving and I’m still wearing shorts. December? January? February? What the HELL!! There’s no winter here? The Polar ice caps are melting? The world is ending? Hot, it’s hot, it’s hot it’s hot it’s hot it’s hot. It’s like I’m living on Venus HOT! All the time. HOT. My body slowly started to adapt and change. I had pores open up in orifices of my body that it never fathomed actually having to use. It took some time for my body to get the signal down to the vacant unused sweat factories and get them to reopen but once they opened, a deluge of water was constantly having to go into me so it could pour from my prematurely induced sweaty puberty mechanisms. People talk about the awkwardness of telling their daughters about their first periods, well
Ha, some Charles Manson-looking motherfucker actually managed to sneak a two foot bong into the show, but just breathing the air around here would get anybody high so I don’t see the point of attracting unnecessary attention to yourself. It’s a good way to get free weed I’ll bet. The rest of the band takes a break during the intermission, so the concerts end up being at least three hours long even though the set lists are actually pretty short. When you really get into the music and show, time seems to fly by too fast.
Last night’s show was definitely the best one yet. There’s no way for me to really describe the way the music is so perfect and how they seem to tune into the audience’s energy and feelings and give it life through their music. I’ll need to see if I can find a copy of that show to buy at some later date when one of the tech hippies has a nice clean processed copy for sale. The bonus of every show getting taped is that there will always be a copy available to me for posterity. I must try and buy one later to play for Jenifer, but it might be more fun to bring her to a night show in person. Listen to me; I’m already planning another vacation with her so it must be serious. What am I saying? It IS serious. J-J-Jane’s getting serious. The last few days have been great but I’m still walking around with the nagging feeling like something is missing.
All the mild advances I’ve been getting from the hippy girls that the two John’s are hanging out with are just rolling off of me like Teflon. The air sure is sweet out here in California.
LATER—more about what I realized in that split second.
When my family moved us down to Texas from the great white North that is Minnesota, I started third grade in a new school. Our first summer in Texas was right in the middle of 1980, the year of the greatest heat wave had since the great depression or some shit. All I can remember was that I spent all summer in the crappy rental house pool the company gave my step-dad as one of his incentives to move us all and learning to mull around with a slow gape-mouthed walk, literally stooping over and beaten by the heat. The grass went from lush green to a wilted deep brown seemingly overnight as sporadic patches of green only existed where someone would damn the water restrictions and succumb to watering their lawn. The television made a big deal about the water restrictions. Water restrictions?! What is that?! Have Texas the lakes dried up? I didn’t know that Minnesota, which practically has a nice clean and clear lake on every block, was an anomaly. I remember checking the calendar gauging the days and trying to determine when it would finally cool down. Watching as the calendar days moved to September and thinking, “it’s going to be getting cold now, I should get out my sweaters’ ’ Then into October, thinking, “we usually have to wear our big coats for trick or treating ,” and I’m still wearing shorts. Finally, November, some relief should come for sure. Then Thanksgiving and I’m still wearing shorts. December? January? February? What the HELL!! There’s no winter here? The Polar ice caps are melting? The world is ending? Hot, it’s hot, it’s hot it’s hot it’s hot it’s hot. It’s like I’m living on Venus HOT! All the time. HOT. My body slowly started to adapt and change. I had pores open up in orifices of my body that it never fathomed actually having to use. It took some time for my body to get the signal down to the vacant unused sweat factories and get them to reopen but once they opened, a deluge of water was constantly having to go into me so it could pour from my prematurely induced sweaty puberty mechanisms. People talk about the awkwardness of telling their daughters about their first periods, well
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