Oooklahoma

We drove into OK City, Jesse bought a new drum rug and gave the old to the drum clerk at Guitar Center. Everyone incredibly nice but bemoaning the city... "Nothing to do, gotta get out of here, coming to California, there's no scene here..."

Norman: small, sleepy, freight trains rattling past the OU campus. Like Omaha and other sleepy towns, it had a great music shop, and the manager beat Jesse and I at foozball. (2 against 1, he won 10 to 4.) The shop decorated with handmade recreations of great album covers..

A truck slowed down, addressing Jesse, "C'mon man, are you wearing your sister's pants?"

The son of a woman who sold us gas last night came to our Oppolis set, brought his high school buddy, and told us about their plan to move to Santa Barbara. We gave them a ride home after the show, gave them numbers, told them to call when they make it West.