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19 Eugene OR
We served ourselves some lovely mix of avocado, berries and cacao nibs for breakfast. It beats "Awful" House. Tweeted out a call for a recommendations for the best coffee house in Eureka but with no reply defaulted to Starbucks. The old houses in Eureka are amazing. We were sure the Adam's family originated in one of them. Scott drove and the bambi-watch had ended and the elk-watch begun.
Driving up the coastline to Crescent City I wasn't sure if I was more blown away by Bud Powell's solo break on Celia, the totally killing chocolates by Michael Mischer that our friend Artemis brought to our Berkeley gig, the waves of the Pacific Ocean, the elks chillin' by the road or the size of the Redwood Trees. I think Paul McCartney must have been driving this way when he wrote The Long and Winding Road. (read more…)
Our tour of the US is going great. We've been so busy that we haven't had a moment to post updates but here are the 1st 3 days.
16 Berkeley CA
Scott had forgotten his shoes in VA so the first order of business was to hunt down a Camper store and get the boy some shoes. We took the bus in and felt like we were in China. The bus reeked of ammonia and people were covering their face with their hands and clothes. Looking around I noticed a homeless guy who looked like someone had puked over his hair. The bus driver eventually kicked him off. A brutal reminder that some people are less fortunate than others. The guys got all shoed up at the camper store and we're going to petition for a "camper tour support." (read more…)
Last September I headed over to Germany with my quartet for some gigs. We landed in Frankfurt and when we stepped off the plane we saw a suitcase fall from the luggage compartment and hit the pavement. We made some jokes about it then went inside to wait for our luggage. After waiting for a while and a bit longer than that we started sharing lost luggage stories and instrument related mishaps. We were quite relieved when our luggage including the double bass finally showed up. The bass was in an over sized flight case which we had to store at the airport. When we opened the case Toggi, the bassist, almost fell on the floor crying, (read more…)
Last week I wrote a blogpost "Coincidences with a Purpose?" about events leading up to my trio's recording in the town of Seyðisfjörður (population under 800). I always enjoy traveling with a band and especially to the small towns in Iceland. There is a certain sense of calm in these towns, a charm to the old houses and narrow streets and not to mention the beauty of the surrounding mountains and fjords. (read more…)
Four days after returning to Iceland from the USA I packed my bags again and got in the car. This time Scott and I were heading to the northern part of Iceland to play in the town of Siglufjörður which is only 40 km (25 miles) south of the Arctic Circle. (read more…)
Day 4, Friday June 18th. Baltimore to New Jersey. A Day of Driving.
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Driving to New York today was pretty smooth. We were shocked by how much we had to pay in road tolls and glad we didn't hit much traffic. We dropped Loren off in Brooklyn since he had another gig that night. We drove around the old hood a little, past our old apt. building and ended up having a great lunch at the V spot on 5th Avenue. (read more…)
Day Two and Three. Thursday June 18th. Baltimore
It is amazing how hard it is to find the time to even maintain a blog while on the road and not to mention a internet connection. Sadly our car doesn't come equipped with on.
So Wednesday was our day off, sort of, in Baltimore. Unfortunately instead of chillin' we spent it stuffing 460 envelops with CDs and info sheet to send to radio stations in the US. (read more…)
On the Road Again. Tuesday June 15th.
I'm going on the road for a week now with performances in 5 states which you can see here. I will try to keep a tour diary so you can be there with me… in spirit at least if not at the concerts. (read more…)
I have played in Central Europe only once and it was quite an experience. It was March 2002. We had been performing in Western Europe and had grown accustomed to crossing borders without showing passports, not having to worry about exchanging currency and communicating using either English, German or French. You might say we'd been spoiled. As soon as we crossed the border of Austria into Central Europe it was apparent that we had left our comfort zone and were in for something decidedly different. (read more…)