Yesterday

Morning glory. Coffee. Black. Woke up at an alarming rate. Bagel with ham and egg. Bob Hope airport. Shuffle all songs. Turn back to listen to a few album cuts. Turn down to speak of education and environmental concerns to weigh in on. We are in agreement. Hugo's Tacos. Perfect timing on used quarters to race against sharks. Malibu Canyon passed Pepperdine. Skip Malibu Lagoon for clearer parking. Move to Topanga Beach for a tan and the meditative calm of a crashing sea. Helicopter lands and takes off again. Low flying billboards. Our skin turns red and we walk along the nice ruins of our mutual respect once burning higher than skyscrapers. Houses on hills. Moon Juice. Perpetuated a healthy mindset for the time being. Fender Roads keyboard and a shoeless jazz jam session. Ping pong. Drum circle. Natural food. Music festival. Delicate drumming as intricate as madness. Return to studio. Wash salt from face and hair. Laurel Canyon to Hollywood. Wander Sunset. House of Blues restaurant. Power outlet. Music piercing through crowds. Let us move our shit through by bumping into people and spilling drinks and they think we are rude for this. Play show and the drums overpowered. Ears shattered. Brains exploded. We left exhausted. Dance party downstairs. Tired dreariness to end.