After hours sweltering in a van that boasts an atmosphere increasingly made up of various unwanted gasses, we arrived in the mediocre yet beautiful town of Modesto and played a solid set at the Guru Lounge. An indian restaurant that feature a gold-railed stage wrapping around the dining room. We shared the bill with the incredibly catchy and beautiful Hot Toddies from Oakland.
A pile of chicken quesadillas and a bottle of brandy later we found ourselves in a strange local watering hole in the middle of nowhere. My memory is foggy but I'm pretty sure somebody screeched the record playing to a halt the moment we entered.
One of the bar patrons offered to put us up in their yard for the night. So we camped out in tents and vans, clutching our sleeping bags tightly for fear of being body-snatched.
A pile of chicken quesadillas and a bottle of brandy later we found ourselves in a strange local watering hole in the middle of nowhere. My memory is foggy but I'm pretty sure somebody screeched the record playing to a halt the moment we entered.
One of the bar patrons offered to put us up in their yard for the night. So we camped out in tents and vans, clutching our sleeping bags tightly for fear of being body-snatched.