Tour Diary
September 15, 2007
Doug Fir

If we ever pull into this town and don’t see the Bicycle Man with his flowers and vase, his posters of whomever it is he is coming to see that night taped to his bike… if ever we don’t see him, I’ll know that something is terribly wrong, He’s a welcoming force in Portland. A true sweet and gentle soul.

Then the next vision is that of the Doug Fir itself with its ultra cool décor and funky staffers. Think Pulp Fiction meets Grizzly Adams. Or Griffin thought maybe a cross between the Playboy Mansion and a log cabin.

They’ve sacrificed some of the hotel rooms (yes it’s a swank restaurant, hotel, and music venue all in one) for an Art Affair where you can view art, get a hair cut and even a tattoo, all in one afternoon.

Now, getting a full night’s sleep is another thing. But who needs sleep, really?

Anyway, you get the idea.

For those of you that helped sell out the hippest club in the country, thank you. You will be the audience to beat on this tour. That’s where the party was. In Portland, Oregon.

Linford wants to touch your soul.
Jake wants to melt your face.
I wanna melt your soul and touch your face.
I think we did that quite well.

And to the couple in the front row that experienced Mickey’s Spinal Tap moment a little too closely for comfort, we hope you didn’t get too soaked from the cascading vase of flowers and we’re certainly relieved the cymbal stand didn’t graze any heads as it careened toward the floor.

Nice save Nick.
Great solo Mick.

Thanks everybody.

I’ll post more pictures as I’m able to upload them. I’ve had a little trouble with my internet connections over the past two days, so I’m catching up. Thanks for your patience!

Rolling,
Karin

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