pushin' sky, pump.

two evening stars, are they mine or are they ours ?

out in aspingle set, the light is lit and smoked the jet

to see and seem, and say I saw what sights I've seen

i'll seamly draw my lips back tight and smiley right

and oh! the evening stars at night

Hiding in Tall Grass

Snow and Sun Dogs.

Dirty tired Albuquerque Boys Choir zips quickly through states. We lose 5th gear on our way to Salt Lake City, so we slow down a lot and watch the Idaho mountains. Did you know that Idaho has a great flat swoosh of land in it that all used to be the Snake River?

Yesterday I woke up in Boise. The sun was in my eyes and a Great Dane was sniffing my face. We left early: sun dogs on either side of the sun were visible all day. We got to Salt Lake in time to combine wine and ice-skating. Then sleep.

Today we drove the heck out of Utah (a gorgeous place), peed in the woods in 4 ft snow, sang a little, drank a lot of coffee, and arrived in Durango, CO. Tonight we play the last show of the tour by a lake somewhere.

Then there is Albuquerque.

Small Pictures on the Path.

Going West.

Feet, Sunset, L.A.

Stef and Samuel Salsa Stepping In Echo Park.

Stef and Samuel Dancing Wildly in San Francisco.

BART Ticket Starts Glowing.

New Year's Day.

Dress crumpled on the floor.

Bridges.

Jupiter

Enjoying a snack.

We called to the chickens and they came.

Through the Jungle

After sifting through Santa Cruz (the venue/place to stay fell through, but miracle tour pulled through and so we stayed at Zuni co-op and played for friends in a warm living room)

we flew along to San Fransisco.
We took the BART into town and played with BEAUTIFUL girl bands until the next year.

(At midnight we stopped our song, everyone yelled and kissed, then we finished our song, then we drank the champagne)

Then, on the way back to Berkeley (where we stayed with a goddess who taught us organic chemistry and approved of dresses worn with cowboy boots)
I fell asleep. But I woke up just in time for the impromptu concert on the train.

(click on a photo)

(which can be seen HERE, click on these words right now)

love, Sleepy (aka, Christy ABQBC)

Girl Gang, Messin' Stuff Up in Los Angeles...

Playing it safe we ride our broken radiator into the city, scary traffic on all sides and Bethany is braking by shifting gears down --because of the crazy sounds the brakes are making. We get lost on our way to the house of the guy who has the key to our loaned apartment. Once we find him we all really have to pee, so we take turns chatting awkwardly with the three people and one stuffed tiger in the living room. But they give us the key and we find our apartment, lent to us by a stranger who saw us on myspace or something. He's away for a few days so we live here now!

We decide to wait on fixing the car until after our show at a wonderful venue in Highland Park. The venue is whimsically called the Griznar and used to be a) a dentist office, b) a brothel or c) both! Either way it's converted into a very welcoming home for 8 artists and their many bands (and friends).

the Twerks

The Twerks and Avocadería play the first two sets. Fun punk dance music featuring two songs about blow jobs ("my advice to you, no matter what you do don't give him a blow job") and Ganesha-Vonnegut-Latin inspired music respectively. Both were pretty awesome.

Avocadería song inspired by Cat's Cradle!

Then we came out with our little acoustic instrument band and felt really small and silly. But lo and behold! They liked us! We played amidst balloons and smiles feeling successful. Then a wonderful thing happened. B.Y.O.F.F. played. This girl band is a gaggle of amazing females playing a grab bag of instruments and singing in harmonious collective. I was stricken and pleased to be so.

B.Y.O.F.F. Better pictures to come!

On the way home we got crazy lost and all came to the end of all our ropes in various cranky ways, but we did find the apartment and we did sleep. And today we found a place to replace the broken radiator, we fixed the battery with wrenches and patience, we found Bethany's banjo which she forgot at the Griznar, and all just in time to go to our show tonight! Which I gotta get ready for right now!

Dana, Point me in the direction of the Sea, Wouldn't you?

Stef's California family is extremely welcoming, easy going, and well-read, and life here is luxurious. We find ourselves in a world of clean beds, shiny floors, delicious bagel mornings, individual serving coffee machines, ocean views, and better than average wine. (Much better.)


Our first order of business is sticking our desert feet in the Pacific Ocean, and we do, even though it's "cold" outside. The ocean is big crashing wonderful, with hordes of gulls flying towards and away from the sun. A few feet into the sea is a collection of rocks that jam against ankles as the water moves up and down the beach. So we emerge from the sea with salty wet clothes and bleeding ankles.


The ground is full of sea weed treasure piles which we play with as much as possible.









We make our way over to the pier with Stef's cousin Maddy and walk out into the ocean where all the gulls are resting facing the setting sun. The boulders are huge and white with gull droppings. We see a few dead birds couched in crevices between the stones. In zero traction boots I'm afraid of falling into the sea, or worse, into a pile of slippery poo or dead bird. Despite the danger and the smell it's beautiful and real out on the rocks with the sunset horizon and the hundreds and hundreds of birds.