Sunday, July 29, 2012

Dust Fog



            Tree Man had a documentary crew following him about yesterday. He sat in with us for one song and then said “nature calls,” and left. The cameraman captured it all before they scooted.
Tree Man has a bunch of tree related jokes that he likes to say, dumb one-liners such as, “I need to branch out.”
            Eichenbaum our guitar player had another gig after our gig out in Chatsworth. He invited JP the drummer and I to it. He said it was a fund-raiser for a cruelty to animal’s organization. Eichenbaum said there was going to be Penthouse playmates there. I didn’t want to go. Chatsworth is not my territory. JP talked me into it. JP and I got lost on the way over there. We were on a mountainous road. It was pitch black. We finally figured it out. The party was on a horse ranch and it smelled like it. It was a nice property, but the party was winding down by the time we got there.  All the playmates were gone. We had to park on a dusty dirt parking lot. There were shuttles to take us to the party.  The dust was so thick from cars driving about that it looked like fog, a smelly thick fog. 

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