Since watt is pretty hurt right now, kevin steps up to give me a hand with this.Big thanks to him, because it would've been pretty impossible to do alone, if not impossible, very lame.Today is no different, and the first word out of my mouth is when i hear the alarm sound is "oh fuck".I had to laugh at that cliche stupidness, and then i felt instantly better.I have an hour to grab some chow, and hang with my cat before watt is coming to pick me up.
from raul: Been having very vivid anxiety style dreams leading up to this tour, so it basically feels like getting no sleep at all, and getting up with a weird stress in the back of brain.
Watt got shipment of our vinyl yesterday, on top of that he's got boxes of the disc in his pad, so after some quick coff, me and kevin head over to his pad to load the boat with the merch.
On the way back from doing the extra thing yesterday, we made a plan to clean all the shit out the boat, and figure out how to fit everything in the van.
some traff so maybe three hours to get where we need to be, a pad called "velvet jones" right in downtown santa barbara.
now someone was supposed to be at the pad to receive the shirts via the good folks bill and barbara at tannis root but low and behold: no one's at the pad, same w/the shirts. low and behold: the great folks she uses for shipping have offered to come back (they already tried to deliver to the pad but no one home) and bring us the eight boxes of shirts. I gotta park the boat in the back down a long tiny alley so tom helps direct me for a back-in job so later tonight we won't have major hell.