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'''Saturday, March 11:''' Another insufficient sleep later, we cruise down the lovely brown I-5 to Los Angeles. Back to the haughty, awesome-sound-system-equipped Viper Room. Tonights show doubles as "Danceathon" or something, so tickets are too pricey and the bands are encouraged to "finish up and get off the stage" as early as possible. Thanks! Brian's Space Twins open the show, and sound nice. This time around, no one jumps up on stage and wrecks Mikey's stuff. Rivers comes down and checks it out. The first time all the weezer men are in the same room since late '98. Later Pat and I check out Rivers's new house, and sleep on the living room floor. | '''Saturday, March 11:''' Another insufficient sleep later, we cruise down the lovely brown I-5 to Los Angeles. Back to the haughty, awesome-sound-system-equipped Viper Room. Tonights show doubles as "Danceathon" or something, so tickets are too pricey and the bands are encouraged to "finish up and get off the stage" as early as possible. Thanks! Brian's Space Twins open the show, and sound nice. This time around, no one jumps up on stage and wrecks Mikey's stuff. Rivers comes down and checks it out. The first time all the weezer men are in the same room since late '98. Later Pat and I check out Rivers's new house, and sleep on the living room floor. | ||
'''Sunday, March 12:''' After Denny's food, we hit Guitar Center for needed supplies, then pick up Mikey and cruise to San Diego. We locate the Che Cafe, a sort of bayou swamp boogie shack located on otherwise pristine modern campus grounds. The little place gets PACKED by showtime, and there are 3 opening bands, so its total | '''Sunday, March 12:''' After Denny's food, we hit Guitar Center for needed supplies, then pick up Mikey and cruise to San Diego. We locate the Che Cafe, a sort of bayou swamp boogie shack located on otherwise pristine modern campus grounds. The little place gets PACKED by showtime, and there are 3 opening bands, so its total pandemonium. I camp out at the merchandise table. The openers are cool, and include 6 Foot Sloth from Portland, who are very mellow and cool, kinda like Magnetic Fields...Anyway we didnt realize it till the next day in Phoenix, but somewhere in there Pats back up guitar got stolen. This was a light blue/green American made Fender Stratocaster, in a shaped black shell case. Any info regarding this incident can be emailed to me. After the show, a bunch of people hung out outside at the van, while the guys held court. Now, apparently Mikey left something "special" out in the woods, and kept encouraging the show goers in a "Terrence and Phillip" accent to "search for the treasure"... No one took him up on his offer, and all I can say is that they were smart!! that night we stayed at the "King's Inn" or something , after going around the giant "Hotel circle" area undecidedly for 20 minutes. I chose it based solely on the animated buttered waffle character in the logo. | ||
'''Monday, March 13:''' A big drive out to the desert of vast nothingness and declining gas prices. Lee blames me for there being no Joshua trees. As usual, taco bell and Subway food is consumed in scary proportions. We make it to the Green Room in Tempe, to find we are headlining over both a pair of youthful metal bands and Peter Cornell, who is Chris Cornell's brother. Peter doesnt stray far from the Cornell style, wailing and screaming over his acoustic guitar. Odd! Also in attendance is young Phoenix area rapper Puma, who is fun to hang with. We sadly realize the absence of Pats Stratocaster around this time. Many frantic phone calls dont help the situation. Also bad is Pat's voice, which is in bad shape. We decide to sleep on these developments out inna desert...in a motel. | '''Monday, March 13:''' A big drive out to the desert of vast nothingness and declining gas prices. Lee blames me for there being no Joshua trees. As usual, taco bell and Subway food is consumed in scary proportions. We make it to the Green Room in Tempe, to find we are headlining over both a pair of youthful metal bands and Peter Cornell, who is Chris Cornell's brother. Peter doesnt stray far from the Cornell style, wailing and screaming over his acoustic guitar. Odd! Also in attendance is young Phoenix area rapper Puma, who is fun to hang with. We sadly realize the absence of Pats Stratocaster around this time. Many frantic phone calls dont help the situation. Also bad is Pat's voice, which is in bad shape. We decide to sleep on these developments out inna desert...in a motel. | ||