Drummer S. Sodapop recounts a few days spent in California…When did it become so hard to enter Cali? The first checkpoint was agricultural. Due to some instilled paranoid stories from the night before, Cam decided he would eat and swallow his cig laced with pot to avoid any potential hassles. We had no fruit so they waved us along. Cam promptly vomited. After that there were three more random border checkpoints. Three. Did I mention the van has no AC? And that we were passing through the desert in midday? I literally farted my way through this drive, thanks to the glass of OJ's psyllium husk I downed before leaving.We finally arrived at the Casbah….loaded in, ate, crapped for the 5th time that day, and waited. Christmas Island opened with some amazing lo-tech pop, like some great lost Cherry Red record discovered in a thrift store record bin amongst endless Boz Scaggs sides. Plus, they have a song where they list all the different kinds of dinosaurs.I tried to get some sleep in the van during the rest of the show so I could drive to LA right after it was through. I loaded up the gear and then got into it with Alix because I am a grumpy, get-in-the-van kind of asshole and Alix is a I'm-going-to-smoke-this-cigarette-and-drink-my-cocktail-while-you-load-and-then-ask-if-you-made-sure-to-pack-my-bass kind of shithead. The rest of the band laughed at this, which angered Alix. She then delivered a long series of drunken "fuck all y'alls" before retiring to the back of the van to pass out.The next day we ate Mongolian Shabu Shabu at Fat Little Sheep, one of my favorite places to eat in LA, which has giant photomurals of glowing flocks of sheep decorating the wall. Our friend gave us haircuts and then we headed off to the club. Zombies seemed to have followed us from Tucson and spread themselves evenly throughout the crowd to disrupt the flow of healthy crowd/performer energies like bad Orgone blobs.Afterward, we headed to our friends John and Heather of Static Static's house for a small after-hours. Alleged soap-smoker Don Bolles joined us. OJ, who has a propensity to sleep just about anywhere, passed out on a partially deflated mattress leaning against the wall.Next morning I awake to the sound of a little squeaking noise only to discover it’s Don and his platform shoes creeping about the place. I woke up and Don told Germs stories over coffee. Then we got breakfast at this little Mexican joint down the road a piece that had good huevos rancheros. From here a young blond in a gleaming black Mercedes Benz swooped Don up and took him away.Click the numbers to see Golden Triangle's previous tour updates. Part 1
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Part 4 (the Voyage Home)
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