Animals: Sigh
Quotes: “Old
black polyp, keep on growin’”
SIARPC: Greg
Doily
Our goal was to get from Oakland to San Clemente. And not
much of anything happened beyond that. Central California is parched. There
seem to be only two colors: brown and green wherever the agriculture required
it. And by agriculture, at least along the stretch of 5 we were on, it was
primarily almond trees. I am curious, not curious enough it would seem to
research it yet, as to what the politics of water in California are. At our
show in L.A. the next night, while extolling the virtues of said city Lisa said
something along the lines of, “What else do you need?” And someone from the
audience shouted back, “Water.”
Somewhere in the middle of all this brown, quite by random,
“Cool Water” by the Sons of the Pioneers came on the car stereo. One of my
favorite songs ever and proof there is a greater power directing the so called
“random” playlists of our lives.*
We arrived in San Clemente after dark and I went for a walk
to the downtown for a drink. It took around 40 minutes each way, thus defining
my time in San Clemente. By which I mean walking. I walked back and forth from
the hotel to the downtown area so many times that when we finally left Sunday
morning, I was as close to requiring a Rascal as I’ve ever been.
Tomorrow is L.A.
*starring Joseph Mascolo
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