24 Mar 2012

The I-5 from LA to San Fran

The I-5 from LA to San Fran

From Paul's Facebook page


The I-5 from LA to San Fran is a weird drive. Dry bare hills, plains of agribusiness, no people or towns. And then the armies of wind turbines. Thought I was in a Margaret Atwood novel. 


When we crossed the Bay Bridge fog was rolling in across the water under the Golden Gate as if a hidden giant on cue – “They’ve entered the bridge now, start pumping!” – was operating a huge smoke machine. Too cliched to be true. The bone white houses climbing the hillsides. San Francisco looks like a city should. Old fashioned, long standing and mythic.



The Swedish American Hall where we played last night was built in 1907. All wood. Reminded me of a Viking Freemason’s hall. (Not that I’ve ever been in one.) Beautiful sound for us on stage, the best so far. Looking forward to tonight. PK