Aug. 6th and 7th: San Clemente and Los Angeles!

After San Diego we had no idea what to do with ourselves. The good people of The Park gallery let us crash in their space, and we all got some seriously good sleep in, as we'd driven all night the night before. But we had no show that night, and as a result, no home.

FORTUNATELY! Our good friend and fellow Fairfield rock and roll missionary Nate Headrick came to our rescue and let us stay with him at his beautiful, mellow parent's house in San Clemente.

Nate!

Here's Nate's dad Gary and his awesome fire.

Let me list off the things that Nate and dad Gary and mom Laurie hooked us up with:

- a place to stay.

- a pizza dinner with beer and salad.

- a house of friends to play an impromptu show to.

- a pancake breakfast.

- a trip to the beach.

- a rented surf board and a surfing lesson.

- fire.

- love.

- light.

In effect: Thank you Nate Headrick!!! We love you and can't wait to take you and Josie out to dinner when we get back to Fairfield!

The CREW at the beach.

Dom's hoolattitude.

After an early morning at the beach we drove to LA for an early (very early - like mid afternoon) show at a GREAT diy house called the Malo Funhouse. Here's a list of the dope ass shit this space had going on:

- Show space.

- Internet radio station.

- Art space.

- Sweet ass art on all the walls.

- Drawing jamz every week.

- Cleanliness.

- Grilled cheese sandwiches.

- Etc.

- Love.

- Truth.

- And so much more.

Band's played from around 3 until around 9. It was an awesome Saturday afternoon chill fest. I'm pretty sure it was better than that other big show that happened that weekend in Chicago...

We got to meet up with our awesome baller friend Moes from Oakland. Here he is playing an incredibly meditative Red Coyote set.

LA left us all feeling high as pie.