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Tonight my mom confronted me and asked me if I was planning on moving out and moving in with Katie. I can’t get anything past my mother. She always knows. Its freaky.

But I was a little shocked by how well she took the news. But I could tell that part of her wanted to break down and cry or yell at me.

We shall see….

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North Cali shows all week. 4 up/4 down….San Luis Obisbo, Sonora, Davis and Santa Cruz.  Sonora, California is gorgeous. The gold country. The smell of the sawmill. Played one long set at THE LUMBERYARD – fun alt. country band called DRIVING NAILS opened. My delay pedal broke in sound check and we spent our dinner with metal parts all over the table. I think we ate one of the washers with the salad but it went back together and the show came off without a hitch. I want a guitar tech dammit The lovely Inn of California

 

Stayed at the INN OF CALIFORNIA. Yeah one room. Big time rock stars…..someone has to cuddle with someone each night. Everyone has had the same cold for about a month (and now you know why….). I have worn the same clothes for too many days- partially because I didn’t pack enough after moving everything out of my apt in LA into my sisters garage, and also because there is never time to wash and dry clothes before leaving the motels to drive each day. So be it. Billy Driver has lived this way for years and he still wins friends and influences people. Glamorous I know.

 

Off to Davis, CA tonight. Each day quite similar despite most folks assumption that it’s one big party…. Wake in a room with no light and try to find your belongings…clean up…take a trek down to the motel lobby, pound down coffee, steal apples from the tray and slide them into front of backpack, try to hook into the internet and catch up with  booking agent, answer email, search for new place to live in LA, write you kind people, make setlists, make sure the bands plan of attack is tight, learn who the opener is so I don’t disrespect them on stage that night, and occasionally stumble upon a lyrical line or two. Writing on the road is much harder then getting still in one place and calling down your imagination… but the tour rolls on….

 

We just decided to skip the motel in Santa Cruz and drive straight back to Colorado.  20 hours door to door.  Atleast there is free sushi tonight in Davis. 10-4 people. 

 

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With gas prices heading towards four dollars a gallon, this is exactly what we need.

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This scary damn thing had a vacuum in it’s mouth to suck in your trash… my brothers and sisters and I were terrified that we were going to lose an arm.

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Man, I spend a lot of time on the internet.  I should have known to do just a LITTLE BIT of searching before I made that request.  Within two minutes I had found a wikipedia page on Joyland which had excellent information and included a link to a site called Remember Joyland which had all sorts of awesome photos of Joyland. 

The clown’s name was Louie.  Here are a couple of pix.  Now, I realize that this picture might not do justice to Louie’s true evil nature, but I promise, he is a spooky dude.  Don’t let his jocular appearance fool you.  That is how he lures you in. 

I love the internet. 

Louie the Clown

Louie the Clown II

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I recently have come across a number of postings, particularly on ebaumsworld (which, like Pretty Frank, I check daily), with photo collections of scary clowns, like below –

scary clown

The only problem is that these clowns are SUPPOSE to look scary.  And I guess they are.  I would certainly shit twice and die if I found this in my closet, under my bed, or simply sitting at my bedside, waiting for me to see it and shit twice and die. 

But my Wichita friends, if they grew up in doo dah or at least within spitting distance, will know and agree with me that the scariest clown in the history of friggin scary clowns is (or was) the clown at Joyland. 

For those of you who have been deprived the opportunity of experiencing this most evil of clowns, well, I would try to explain, but it would be much like trying to describe the color blue to a blind man.  You just had to be there. 

My first question is:  Is the clown still there?  I cannot imagine it still is,  still sitting at that one-man-band/player piano thing all these years later (I was 8 years old when it was scaring the peewaddin’ out of me.  I am 41 now).   If it is, could someone PLEASE go take a picture of it, or better yet, go video it.  I live in North Carolina now, and don’t often get back to the Great Plains (growing up I always thought Kansas was the Midwest.  Come to find out most of the rest of the country thinks Ohio and Indiana is the Midwest.  I am sorry, but if you are East of the Mississippi, then you are not West.  Ohio and Indiana should be referred to as the Near East.  But I guess this is another blog post, isn’t it?). 

If it is not there, please tell me if I am not the only one with this deep-down-where-you-live terror of this clown (and as a result, of clowns in general).

 

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