Flagstaff AZ
Flagstaff rules!
We drove up from the desert into the snow-covered mountains to stay with our amazing friend Chelsea Jr. She is a sculptor, river raft guide, and recently became our Arizona promoter. Rumor has it that she always has a flask of whiskey & bottle rockets stashed away in her cowgirl boots, however she sleeps in her boots and is cunning as a cat, so we have no confirmation other than a vague memory of a wild night in Veedawoo, Wyoming from a few summers back that ended with a flash of lights, a dozen police cars, and a high speed chase through the mountains in our lightning fast VW Van.
The Flagstaff weekly wrote a nice write up about our show, it said we are:
“Like a hooker at the church bake sale…” 
We are not exactly sure what they mean, but it sounds pretty punk
rock and we do love baking, so we think it’s great.
You can read the article here:
My new fancy phone fell into a bucket of mud at Chelsea’s art studio.
This is the last photo from my new fancy phone:
It makes me remember not to put so much meaning in things. Chelsea is in the process of making a million porcelain casts of Ram Horns for an art show and that is a lot more important than some new stupid technology anyway.
We played till 1am @ Mia’s to one of the kindest crowds ever. We had about 20 people dancing in their odd collection of snow boots, cowboy boots, and flip-flops. We loaded out at 2am in preparation to leave at 7am for the big meeting with Everloving in, Los Angeles CA.
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