9/15 LA for Caleb, Colorado for Matt and Kim

Many different things happened today, and I was part of none of them. Sometimes my job means I get to have no fun. Well actually, most of my job involves me having no fun, and today was no exception.

I awoke after an almost full night of sleep in Las Vegas only to drive Matt and Kim to the airport. Because Against Me! was playing a large festival in LA that Matt and Kim were not playing, they booked themselves onto the Monolith Festival - which is held at Red Rocks Amphitheatre and is supposed to be breathtaking. In order to make it back to LA for Mondays show, I dove the van from Vegas to Los Angeles by myself. In the heat. With no stereo. So I could pick them up at LAX in the morning.

The highlight of the day was seeing this blazing wild fire:



What a bum out!

Like all pictures taken with a cheap digital camera, the scale of this thing is impossible to grasp. I don't know exactly how far I was from Vegas, but pretty far. An hour or two. When I was leaving Vegas there were strange hazy clouds above me, and I was wondering about the rumors of no rain in the area. Guess the rumors are true, because this was pretty much the opposite of rain. The trail leaving the image to the left goes straight to Vegas.

I was hoping to hang out with the AM! guys at their fest (really I was hoping to meet Slash - Velvet Revolver was playing), but according to Jordan (the AM! tour manager) the guest list wasn't forgiving and I couldn't get in. But in my heart of hearts I still think Jordan actually hates me. Either way, that left me in LA at 3pm with nothing to do.

I drove over to the house of Matt and Kim's label, iheartcomix. I spent most of the day using their internet on the couch. But later in the evening I went out to a 'party' iheartcomix was throwing down at the Echo and listened to Franki DJ for a bit and caught a bit of the Protokoll set. I give the first one a thumbs up, the second one a slight horizontal hand shake insinuating it was only OK.

But I was pretty tired, and decided to walk back to the house. It took about an hour, and when I got there the door was locked. After a failed attempt to break in through a window, I drove the van back down to the Echo and found Travis who brandished me with a key.

The night is now over and I missed what could have only been two fucking amazing shows. Goodnight.