4 March 2012
Feather Falls Casino Oroville California
Check the calendar, change strings and listen to the tunes.
These are Elise’s handwritten directions. She writes down the route and says, “Hey, it’s near Chico,” and I reply, “Yes. Paradise.”
Our room in the Feather Falls Casino hotel.
The hallway, such a familiar scene for someone who travels a lot.
The minute we get in the room, Elise starts making the magic happen.
I turn on the television. Have you googled “santorum” lately ?
I’ve played this guitar for a long time now. Paul Reed Smith gave her to me. She’s been a good one.
Donna Patterson and Tom Finch in the green room.
Donna always knows how to answer my questions about Twitter, Facebook, Google. You Tube, My Space. The woman is a cyberencyclopedia.
Peter making the sets. There is a certain sense of déjà vu here.
Peter, Sam, Stefanie, Tom.
This is who made the escalator in the casino. They’ve been around for a while.
Srefanie and her husband David.
Peter, Donna, Mike, Tom, Elise.
Donna. Hey, I could paint this and make it the Donna Lisa.
Peter playing It’s Cool…Baby.
We did two one hour sets.
Stefanie, Tom and Peter working on their dance steps.
Tom Finch. He’s getting a little frisky.
It can be so surreal backstage.
Thinking about Ishi.
This is a real Native American.
So we wake up the next morning and I pack the car, all the while thinking about Ralph, an unreasonable man. This sticker is on the back of Elise’s car. She’s voted for him in every presidential election since 1996.
Elise leaves our room neat and clean for the next guests.
Says a prayer of thanksgiving and farewell.
And drives us down highway 70 south to Sacramento.
We decide to stop in Davis, California, near Sacramento. I have played in this town, but it seems to me that I have never really been here before.
We have a little vacation, very interesting, visiting bookstores and other interesting places. Beautiful day.
I bought this book and Elise read it to me.
We thought about going to this China restaurant, but it felt so good just being outside.
I am doing a painting of Lady Marchmain and the border will be very elaborate, but I am doing it in subtle colors so I don’t overpower her face.
Elise delighted in the metal sculpture on this Davis dumpster.
Art and ice cream… what’s not to love ?
I went into another bookstore and saw this image.
Is nothing sacred ? I mean, legendary pizza. Well, I hope it is.
What would she think of that ? She’d probably be amazed that anyone would care enough to name a shop Woodstock.
Things weren’t weird enough. We had to walk by this building, and Elise said, “Hey, it’s Barry. What’s he doing here ?”
What indeed ?
My main memory of Barry Melton is from when he looked a little more like Harpo Marx.
Such a great guy. We played together in Scotland a few years ago when Carla Piliwale and Edd Hart came over to be with us.
So, Elise and I said goodbye to Davis, a charming little town.
We drove west on Highway 80 and took the 37 highway across the top of the bay. There was Mount Tamalpais at last, welcoming us to Marin.
Home to San Geronimo.
Thank you always for being here, and I’ll see you next week.
Big Brother and the Holding Company