Thursday night we played a show at the Underground Cafe at California University. The absolute feeling of euphoria is still sustaining me, and through a radio show and then a gig, I’ve got this feeling of being on the cusp of something. The gig itself went really well, but the high point persists in the people. I know. I point can’t persist, it’s a finite POINT. Hence the word. But after the show, what Heather and I kept meeting great people. Well… we’d ENCOUNTERED them on previous visits, but we’d never really MET them…
Hanging out with Holly and Derrick and Aaron and Lindsey and others after the show… we stayed out on the streets of California till 2.30 in the morning… chatting with one another and passing police officers. Trading bad jokes, stories and questionable humour. It felt like home. I can’t wait to go back to California. People were telling me about how houses are so cheap up there – I might even consider some relocation of some sort.
Heh. I wonder how much Dave Pahanish’s house is going for…
Heather and I stopped in at the all-night gas station, which is just about the only game in town after 2 in the morning, flattered to have most of the people in the place recognizing us and still buzzing about our performance. We bought our hot-pockets and left feeling pretty high, returning to our Jozart couches and drifting off quickly.
