RUMBLE TOUR: A Retrospection
Chief Seattle’s territory: woke up early. I (Cardo) sat on the second floor deck of the Travelodge looking at the sky, cars, mold- when I meditate it’s not to transcend, it’s to go deeper into the morass. I asked the Universe to help us along the tour. The Seattle public library was amazing. 14 thousand years of human civilization, we’ve got monster trucks, anal bleaching, and turduckens; but libraries I think are one of the few things we can be really proud of. We established that Mt. Shasta was a she. She just had that feel. Joey drove a lot of the time, Andrew captured the greenery and mountains with his lens, and Cece was a slumber silly machine. Kurt Cobain’s park/park bench almost made me cry. The things people wrote were so personal (besides the neon “MOIST PUSSY”). The few pairs of socks that were in front of us in Portland, were indeed knocked off. On the day Prop 8 was shut down, we were in San Fran. Really good atmosphere. Really good show. Lights flashing, cow utters flappin’ around. Viva Zapata. Discovery: if you put a blanket over a sweaty crowd, the smell of BO is intensified. And then LA came on, through the traffic, not knowing how to love us, softly, like an egomaniac’s kiss. We all agreed that Seattle is the place to live and our SF friends be the greatest. To and from San Diego was a bit of a blur for me; being that I correctly filled my suitcase labeled “MEDZ.” I do know CeCe showed off her classical skills, while Joey, as Michael Jackson, was bowling on the Wii. Andrew and Bryan showed off their rock and roll paraphernalia and Rachel was being the mother again (we need one). We end with Vegas. Joey’s beautiful mother was our benefactor; sponsor if you will. As we ate Cuban pizza I realized she has a faith in life that I would like to also have. We gambled, we trekked. Next day the same. And then LA came on, through the traffic, not knowing how to love us, softly, like an egomaniac’s kiss.
