We all woke with a grave sense of foreboding. The day would be long and full of driving – this we knew. But what was this feeling gnawing at our pineal glands? None of us could place it, but the environs certainly weren’t helping. If there was ever a place with a lack of spatial reasoning, it was this house. This was evident by the time we got halfway down the road, as I had used google maps to provide us directions from the Northeast section of Portland when we were most definitely in the Southeast. After a minor amount of struggle, and a stop at an internet café to get directions, we were on the road towards downtown Portland.
We found our way to the radio station we were to do a live recording at, KPSU. We were all famished, and after Jackie’s experience with hyper-sweetened non-tea, and Pearson's experience with shitty espresso at the internet café, we could all commiserate with our stomachs. We popped around the corner, following a scent of roasted chilies and fatty foods to a weekly farmers’ market behind the building.
After our hearty repast (a biscuit cut in half with fried chicken and a fried egg in the middle sandwichwise, covered in gravy, and a small freshly squeezed orange juice; easily one of the best meals on tour), we made our way to the studio. We found a man being handcuffed two cars back from us, apparently after being caught breaking into a car. We felt lucky we left New Red Bun to guard our gear.
At the studio, we had a warm reception (maybe a little too warm for Jackie) and played an excellent show that you may be able to get on limited edition CD-R sometime in the near future. The biscuits and gravy certainly helped me feel positive about the entire day…
After the show, we headed over to Thomas’ coffee shop, Cellar Door Coffee Roasters. Though I worked with Thomas before, and was aware of his espresso prowess, his shots hit me in the face like a million ton shithammer. The espresso rocked my world. Incredible notes of spicy pepper and orange peel on a long-pulled ristretto shot, followed by a distinct tangerine vanilla chocolatey finish.
A minor pit-stop for steering fluid, engine oil, and booze was made.
We were on our way to Eugene, our last stop:
Post No. 38.
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