Big Stick

To The Stars

What I Was Talking About

The Brooklyn of the West?

Oakland

Quotes: “Hope I don’t get sand in my vagina.” Rene

               "If it does it turns into a pearl.” Lisa

Chuck: “I wish I could dress up like Frankenstein and jump out from behind bushes and scare people. Wes always says Dracula would be scarier though.”

“No way – a grotesque monster will always be scarier. Although if you really want to be scary you should dress up as a Dr. holding a clipboard saying, “I’m sorry, the tests are positive.”

Chuck: “ No, even worse, your girlfriend shows up with box from Ikea saying, “Honey can you put this together?”

Fauna: Seals, Bald Eagles, Cormorants, (I’m not good enough anymore to differentiate between the species so I’ll just say Double Crested with an asterisks.) 

Cassin’s Auks (Again a guess, but there was a huge rock off the coast covered with thousands of this bird. Almost coloring the thing black. They had black heads and backs with white bellies and looked vaguely penguin-like when they were on the rock. I’m going with it until someone has a better idea)

We started off the day in Crescent City. During my morning wait for Lisa walk I got lost in a marsh trying to find my way to the beach, but it was beautiful. Now it’s my job in the band to be the cruise director, a job I happily take on. We were right on the edge of several parks claiming Redwood trees but I couldn’t figure out which was best with the limited time we had. So I did what every seasoned travel does, I went into a Taco Bell and asked. Dude said about two hours south was the Avenue of the Giants; that was where the former tallest tree in the world was, before it fell down in ’91. (damn grunge)  So we set out and within minutes we were driving past some of the most stunning coastline I’ve ever seen, huge house-sized boulders with waves crashing (remember the band Live? I knew a guy who did sound for them; they treated the crew like shit. Overwrought songwriting is one thing but that is unacceptable.) over them. So we stopped at a place where we could go onto the beach. The sand was almost black and much finer than east coast sand. There was driftwood everywhere. On three sides we were surrounded by lush forest with the pines all sculpted and flowing in shapes carved by the wind. I apologize if I sound like I’m in the band Over the Rhine, but if I had been alone I probably would’ve cried. It was overwhelming, beautiful, peaceful, a place out of time. I walked through rocky tide pools and found a starfish and an anemone. I climbed out onto a series of huge rocks until I was surrounded by water and watched all the birds going about their various bird lives. (you know, creating wealth, regretting lost loves, camping out to send their chicks to good pre-schools, shit like that) The whole time we were the only ones on the beach.

Next stop was the Avenue of the Giants- a 25 mile road through the heart of where the tallest trees can be found. After the last paragraph I’ll keep it brief. Of course they stagger the imagination. I’ve seen Redwoods before and had the same reaction. It feels like what we hope a church will feel like. Stillness, with a ceiling so high you can’t see it but feel its shelter nonetheless. An eternal dusk that makes talking superfluous. I found a trio of trees that by happenstance had two fallen branches between them in an X shape. I laid down on them like a hammock and just stared up.

Still, we had a show in Oakland to get to so we had to get back to the job of getting down the highway. I don’t know if it was the morning we had or what but everyone was exhausted. I felt drained. By the time we pulled up to the club we were all short-tempered, Lisa was under the weather, and we were starving. A generous anonymous fan had gotten us a gift certificate for a nearby restaurant and the food was excellent. So thank you kind stranger!  Regardless, we dragged ass to Vitus, the club. Very cool place with Skee Ball and a shit ton of pinball machines. They treated us great. Big room but the system was plagued by sound problems. Lisa’s amp continued to act possessed. They added a fourth band to the bill we didn’t know about so I felt like crap for all the people who had to get up and work the next day. Still, just like in Portland, when it came time to play about 40 people gathered around the stage with these huge smiles on their faces. It continues to blow me away the affection the people who are coming to see us have towards our band and music. So even though it felt very much like a Monday at work, the audience pulled us out of ourselves and we left still feeling very lucky to get to do what we do.

Drive Day #2 - The Reckoning*

Quotes:

“I’ve got a raging clue (or Klug) depending on who’s saying it)

“Bum skill and hobo aim”- Chuck and Rene (our tour manager) referring to Chuck’s ability to piss in a bottle at night when he’s sleeping in the van.

“I’m not in here with you – you’re in here with me.”  Watchmen quote uttered by Chuck but applicable to prisons and vans.

“I never crash in dreams.” Lisa referring to a re-occurring dream where a section of a bridge disappears as she’s driving over it.

“My name is Squirrel.” John told the guy at the counter of a Jack in the Box that was his name so they would announce it over the PA when his order was done.

“In your deepest sorrows is when devine help arrives” - Church sign. Of all the words a church should spell right divine should really be at the top of the list.

“Yummy Bowel” Chuck reading a Chinese Restaurant sign.

“Play Safe – Stay off logs!” Cautionary sign

“That’s a little bit too much Tore My Anus for me.” Lisa letting us know that a particular song sounded too much like Tori Amos.

“Aww… I kicked a diaper”

Today was a drive day. We have a show to play tomorrow in Oakland. If we stuck to the highways we could probably make it in 12 hours but because we’re awesome we decided to take the 101/Pacific Coast Highway with the goal of making Crescent City just over the line in California. That way we could see the Redwoods the next morning. Because of this there will be more quotes than writing because describing scenery is like talking about your parents having sex. You can picture it but it’s not like actually being there.

The most notable thing about the Oregon coast was the lushness brought on by what would appear to be an almost constant misty, foggy, drizzle-ish moisture. Everything was covered in moss and looked pre-historic. We only stopped a couple of times because we had a ways to go but I’m glad we went that way. We ate in Coos Bay and bought gourmet chocolate from an inexplicably open chocolatier (place was a ghost town otherwise) and made it to Crescent City where we stayed in an old school Econo Lodge that everyone but Chuck whined about like a bunch of soft babies.

Tomorrow the Redwoods and Oakland 

*made it seem more exciting didn't it?

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