hellooo
we'll see you all tomorrow night in olympia - we've missed you land of wellsprings, well-dressed and weather.
much love

OOOOOoooooooohhh
i love the midnight sun in olympia
it's a little black box you can fill with whatever you want
and tomorrow night it's going to be filled with a couple hundred hot sweaty music loving mofos dancing until 4am (at least that's how long the last one went)
DJ BUOYANT BRAIN AND BANGERZZZ are spinning, a serious treat if you're into reeeaaaaally good electronic/hip hop
there will be booze! but you can also bring your own.
everyones invited. i don't think it costs anything either but if it does it'll be really cheap or suggested donation style soooooooo yeah. best party ever for hardly any effort on your part.
be there at 9:30.
LETS
DO
IT

yeeeeaaaahhhhh this saturday (september 20th, 7 pm) at the vera project we're throwing a big effing party in honor of our debut cd release
the lovely ladies of urban bombshells will be hosting,
the super lovely obama people will be there registering kids to vote
the always awesome dj's buoyant brain and david wolf will be there to move your feet all nasty like
kusikia is going to melt your brain heart and soul right before we play
yes
you should be there i think
i think you should
lets all get square alllllllll niiiigggghhhtttttttt
lovejessie
tnn

we pulled into san francisco and it was a city on the edge of something, some kind of mist that doesn't seem to leave. it erupts out of nowhere. then you're on the highway winding around these buildings tall up in the air. it's surreal and very large. we walked around the mission looking for the perfect burrito which we found. we went to the pirate store. we were pirates on a concrete sea and no one knew how to drive. san francisco was enthralling when we first arrived.   

  

 

 

 

   

we went to a park to play a generator show and realized we'd left kathys backpack back at the house we were staying at. by the time we were close to the park it had been shut down by the cops so we went to a record store / venue / place with a bathroom /punkhouse called the thrill house where it was packed, all ripped up and friendly and destroyed.

 

  

these are some pictures of the house where we stayed (it was very lovely and clean and there were flashing marias everywhere)

   

 

 

 this girl was from newyork, got locked out of her friends apartment when she went out for a smoke in the morning, was dressed like a 1970's disco queen, left everything inside and had class. so kathy gave her a cigarette and let her use her phone and we hung out and talked about how it was all going to be ok. later we saw her inside the place having a good time so that's awesome. she was very sweet.

 

alright then things got really crazy so that'll be part two, i'll post it up tomorrow.

the bikehouse is on a busy street with a yard and a porch and a crunchy gravel pathway to a very successful vegetable garden.  

the people that live there are kind, have facial hair or don't have facial hair, are boys and girls and interesting.

 

 

we needed to stock up on groceries for the evening and the next couple of days so we decided to walk to ashlands food co-op. the second we left: freak rain storm. rivers down the roads and the gutters didn't know what to do with themselves and our pants were soaked, our hair was soaked, we were completely soaked all over. here's sean and kathy being soaked:

and then we dried off and ross cooked delicious food, like stirfy veggie stuffs and sean did dishes. the kids let us dry our clothes in their dryer and it was nice how warm they were right afterwards. ross almost forgot his socks.

        

the kids at the bikehouse threw an intimate house party. their house was very yellow and orange and red on the inside and the people there were old friends, and they had bottles of whiskey, cookies, a little boy, bicycles, toy pianos, etc. it was a very cute show. there were some very cute people.

  

 

   

 the guy in the ramones t-shirt got me like an iced mate coconut drink thing that was amazing. i drank it so fast. and then we left.

 

 

redding was strange. i didn't write about it. i wrote in the car a bunch. and peter came which is wonderful. everyone should be lucky enough to have a friend like him.

 

  

 

i will never grow up i've decided, did you ever read the tin drum? i wish i brought a copy on this adventure. there are memorials and pastures and wire lines where you wouldn't think wire lines would go, sometimes the colors are shocking. we're all quiet now. the sun's out but it's not sunny. we talk about a man we just passed and say "he was a frog" , "it looked like he was thinking about smiling but it would have cracked his face", "it was like there was one of him but the one we saw grew out of that first one". when i said that i was thinking about those trees that grow fresh out of a big old stump.

winding service roads: trucks abandoned in patches, trucks next right, black rock out of gold wheat, this road has hardling anything and i see curling white smoke around the edges. for a moment a bird flew next to the car. we are 113 exits away. we've been driving forever and will be driving forever, this will be my perspective for awhile. will this seem small and distant and not real when i recall it in the end? i think danielle found a cat, she's telling ross on the phone. i wish my backseats could turn around so i could watch the road stretch away from us instead of absorb us in. hollow tree bits hacked up and stacked on the truck next to us where the bird was for a moment.

honkytonk tailgate party september 12th, let's all go! drown! stir! drown! let's all prevent forest fires! we just confirmed the nevada city show.

      

  

  

 

  

  

  

 

two weeks ago we drove away, this is us getting out of portland

    

   

  

 

 

WE ARE OFFICIALLY LEAVING FOR TOUR

hello goodbye

plus there will be pictures so stay tuned bloggy

yeah that sums it up

awwww yeaaaah new photos check it outttttttt

i like lots of vooooweeeeeeels

lovejessieandkathy