San Diego, California

We played one of our most crowded shows of the tour Friday evening in San Diego. The promoter and all the other musicians were excellent people, which really made the night. A band from Tijuana whose name I cannot recall headlined the show. When speaking with their bass player about touring I mentioned we had been on the road for almost two months. He then told me that their band had toured Mexico for four weeks, reminding me that in Mexico roads have no shoulders, fueling stations are sometimes too far apart, and in general, trouble is a little easier to find than in the States. That is a tough tour, and I do believe we have it much easier. It also got me thinking about how difficult it must be for a Mexican band to cross over into the States and tour. Taking a van loaded with equipment across the border must be complicated. I would guess the odds are stacked against a Mexican band performing rock music in the States, but these guys made things look easy with their engaging performance and positive attitudes. I hope they make it to Seattle eventually.

That evening Chris’ Aunt Samantha took us out to party at some 50-year-old surfer dude’s house where we basically sat around and told tour jokes and amused ourselves until 6 AM. A little later than most of us were bargaining for, but a really nice time nonetheless.