Saturday 8.13– 12:21pm

So the wagon train rolled into San Francisco around three or four Friday afternoon and some how, magically, we found parking right in front of the Make-out Room. First time for everything, right? We dismounted, found some food and a happy hour and got ready for business time.

If anyone is heading through San Francisco I would definitely stop through the Mission and visit the Make-out Room. Grab a drink at the bar and talk with the extra nice bartenders, find a dark and deep booth, or walk down the long narrow space toward the stage. With its cavernous feel the place would seem sinister and claustrophobic if it weren't for the fact that there are these long spindly metallic hangings spiraling down from the vaulted ceilings. Out of the cave and into the starry eyed evening sky of the Hogwarts cafeteria.

Ok. Business time. We found out that the show was a happy hour show, so we got going around eight (earliest bar show we've ever played). The stage has two levels, raised up a few feet in the back half, and we were kinda thrown off as to how we should set up.
It took a little getting used to to play on it, but once we got folking away with our rough and rowdy bar set this train was bound for glory!

This place reminded me of one of our first shows playing together back about a year and a half at a loft party art show. In the back of this room wedged between the bar and the bathroom was a kit sized stage for J. Benedict, so I stood up on a table in back and the rest of the fellas played up front for our bar room folk set nestled betwixt scandalous girls belly dancing with snakes to house music and the guy with the creepy faux Hari Krishna guy with the electric sitar.

Well, there were no girls with snakes at the Make-out room, but Wayward Sway brought their blend of backwoods claw-hammer banjo driven folk and gather-round-the campfire country to the stage. It was a close second to the snakes.

Once the show ended, the comrades picked up our friend the glorious, glamorous, and ever gorgeous Miss Julie B. to roll out to the after party at some bar in that little China town part of the city near USF. You know, right next door to Green Apple Bookstores. There J. Benjamin, J. Daniel finished out the evening with a long walk to find some amazing late night pizza slices and then we were off to Placerville. I think we made it to Sacramento before we found a place to crash as four or so in the morning.

Today we're on way to Placerville (all thirty-five minutes of drive) to play a show to the most excited and fun crowd of kids I plan to see all tour at the Upstairs Art Gallery. Come on down kids. Don't disappoint you're traveling minstrels that have dedicated their youthful years to your entertainment.

Onwards and upward–