Forest Soul Prelude

We took Highway 101 all the way into San Francisco, a wise move.


Bones, M.D. examines the Pacific Ocean. Diagnosis: rad.


Fall is upon us.

Suppertime, California

You'll have to trust me when I say this is Crook and Steve-9000, because these menus are huge!


Preston decides.


I think Face would have liked to hold her menu in front of her face like everyone else, but there just was no room.

Blog Jammin

BV-CVX and Steve-9000 share a drink with Jay from A Place to Bury Strangers on the stage of the Doug Fir after the show.

Note the logs in the background: what is the connection between a wooden 'log' and the 'log' one would find in the word 'blog' which is a contraction of the words 'web' and 'log'? I'd like to think with my blog I'm building a digital cabin is what it is.


This is a man simply called 'Huff.' He was rather fond of our Ben.


BV-CVX and I went to the convenience store to get some beer before they stop selling it at 2:30 AM. You can imagine what the scene in there is like. Here we spotted our old friend in line ahead of us, Claire Trowsseirs.


More astute viewers have probably noticed that the iPhone camera can do some wierd stuff sometimes. I'm beginning to grasp the potential.

Portlandia

These are cheese fries.


Mike Bones is a sensitive man. And a smart man. Artistic, too.


He's comfortable enough with his feelings to express his love of disco fries, and intelligent enough to recognize that that's not the same thing as cheese fries which these are, and good enough with a pen and napkin to weave all these concepts together stylishly.

BlackBerry lighting courtesy Preston aka Band Visionary CVX (hereafter BV-CVX)

Pointy Thing

The Mountain is Hood.


Crook edits the organ recordings from Clint's house. Stay tuned . . .


Face: 1 / Honey Bucket: 0
Winner: Face


Bones observes the Pointy Thing in Seattle.


Pairs of shoes, separated and reordered. We received lodging from another generous soul, Dalen.

Van-couver

Just when it looked like we might actually make sound check, we were held up at the border. For nothing, really.

The Biltmore was a cool venue.  Face really 'explored the space.'

Preston morphs into 'Band Visionary CVX' before we take the stage.

It was a satisfying show.  We got some food and stayed in the hotel above the venue. Come morning, we deployed Roja's transponder and received new target information.

Code 5.

1800 Miles - 26 hours

We had just barely enough time to make our show in Vancouver stopping only for gas.

It was a journey of Biblical proportions.

We were tempted along the way, and sinned:

LUST

PRIDE

WRATH

SLOTH

GLUTTONY

GREED

ENVY

We repented and were forgiven, but we had to face one more test of our faith before we found deliverance . . .

Reuppance

Finally Roja was well again.  Notice the reddish tint on the end of these spark plugs.  One of the stellar mechanics at Ellwood Automotive had never seen this before.  I can only assume his comrades hadn't either.

Preston exits a dual-purpose establishment . . .

. . . but only pumps.  Foreground: the new catalytic converter.  Background: Preston's shoes by Rachel Comey.

Crook stretches before a long drive.

Homestay

We stayed at Clint's house again while our van was getting fixed. He has a cool old Hammond organ on the porch.


Clint's daughter, Gitzie - to the upper left is one of her works on paper.


Gitzie glares at Preston. He had made a comment about the cat, Tik.


Crook plays the organ. Stay tuned for some exclusive recordings.

Clint's house was old and beautiful. Chandelier light: ambient.

The Wrath of Blog

I summoned a great storm.


Everyone was into it.


Yeah.

Catalytic Diverter

Garage #5.


That's the catalytic converter. That's the problem.


All broked up inside.


A chunk. Looks like moon candy.

Face Off

We had time for a bite to eat at the venue. The man in the black hat is Clint, our gracious host. At this time I noticed that Sasha Vine (hereafter 'face') had closed her eyes.


I attempted to get a stupid picture but she noticed.


The above picture actually is stupid, but I also achieved my original idea which was a stupid picture with Face with her eyes closed like she was sleeping.


Face. Yeah, totally.


Face knows Flamenco dancing but this is the only move she's ever showed us. She says she can't do it properly without the right shoes but I believe she can.