The feeling of walking into an oven sums up perfectly what opening the bus door was like in Arizona. I vouched for staying in and watching dvds in the AC instead.
The day was lazy, good chinese food, a bizarre venue/sports bar, great people working the show, late night escapades to someones house somewhere to drink drinks and sit watch the stars while the night just enveloped us and slowly gave birth to morning... car rides back with inebriated people, bus bunks, the slow start of the engine and the prospect of a days ride to Denver.......
Seven in the morning and I was baptised with views that would haunt me the rest of the day.. insane mountains, huge canyons, snow capped mountains, small towns, trailer parks, a huuuuuuuuuge sky, the ongoing battle of colours, the majesty of open spaces.
The bus churned away, we stopped in some bizarre Indian reserve town for weird steaks, the ploughed through unfamiliar territory watching rocks and sand colour the windows for us, we ate ice-cream while outside the sun punished the aware, we snaked through canyons where barely inches seperated us from the walls carved by rivers, we opened up into fields covered in pure snow... barely a footprint to pervert the appeal, then we entered Denver as the night lay thick with its inky cloak.
Parked in some weird supermarket area. Got stuck in a strange bar with weird food. Slept a restless sleep with nightmares plaguing everything, woke up to a clear morning, headed over to the venue, did what we always do, then David, his son and wife took us all out for a spectacular meal nearby... it was so cosy, before we hurtled back to the club, played, packed, loaded, drank, and went to our bunks to sleep off the memories of another day.
Today we ended up in Lawrence, Kansas. I am sitting by the merchandise table, Serena are just about to play Sapphire Eyes, the turnout is ok, the day has been great, some friends drove all the way from Minneapolis to see us and its been great spending some few precious moments with them, we are about to finish up, pack, and head over to the bus and wake up in Denton Texas... until next time.....
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