Greetings from I-80 Chris F.

Unfortunately, we just had to drive right by the City of Fernleys’ $40 million investment in arsenic removal; it sure looked nice from the freeway, nice job on that. I know you had high hopes for the four of us crawling out of our awesome family van with beer cans and women spilling out before and after us… but alas we weren’t able to leave Reno in time, nor do we know any women foolish enough to enter our van, aka the Bonerzone.

Last night in Reno was a blast – it was great to be back in this one and only city. We played a tiny art bar that was filled much beyond legal capacity largely with great old friends. The stage was like a plywood pyramid and Pat’s head was about 3 inches below the ceiling and my head was almost directly beneath his snare. It scared the piss out of me numerous times, to the dismay of my slacks. Aside from detuning my E string on a strangers face mid-song, things went well.
Then, of course, games of chance beckoned to the Knew.



After crushing the world’s best burger (Awful Awful) on a full stomach, we shuffled into Harrah’s fine establishment. The BJ dealer Janet dealt well and cleaned out Ty and Larry, although Jake escaped up 2.5 meals, or $17.50. Pat somehow made $50 on the craps table in approximately 13 seconds and we blew out of there, making more money than our gig did in about 3 minutes. Oh the easy money. We discussed pawning our guitars and dropping some double or nothings. Seemed like a good idea from a fiscal perspective.

By the infamous arch we met our new best friend Yac – Jake got his number so they’ll be hanging out a lot I’m sure. Yac took these pictures and definitely wanted to join the road with us. We managed to avoid going to the shoe shows and although Mike had one scheduled this morning, he insisted it was a real shoe show, but we had our doubts. Mike, Mandy and Larry set us up real nice and we had a much needed night’s rest on the world’s most comfortable couches. Reno was kind to us this time, likely just luring us back.



We enjoyed some sights on the drive up from Oakland. It was so pleasurable to drive down the road without getting hammered by a runaway invisible freight train like the night before, so we had that going for us. We had some time to stop by some favorite spots around Lake Tahoe. I apparently lost a forgotten bet with myself a long time ago, because I had to go swimming in the 50 degree water. It felt tremendous and seemed like I was on Day 1 again. It is the world’s best bathtub – and four times larger than San Francisco.








Now we are cruising pretty “hard” through bustling metropolis’ like Lovelock and Winnemucca across Nevada about 2 hours late to our show in Salt Lake City. Luckily there isn’t too much to tempt us out here, just the endless rolling sagebrush and occasional salt flats. Tonight we have nowhere to stay, which I think will end up interesting. Stay posted and thanks for dropping so many notes along the way amigo. Send our love to Louie Thursday, Sarah and the rest of the gang.