The city of Arcata is inhabited by professional hobos….Probos if you will.
The small hemp soaked town square is littered with them.
One plays electric bass silently and struts from cluster to cluster, the rest carry their guitars like children from a fire.
“SAVE MY BABY”
The bar in Arcata is open at 9 am and the stools are full of Dreadlocks and Redfaces. There is something mildly ironic in the fact that almost all of them are dressed like Rambo. Army jacket, rucksack, chip on their bubbly red shoulder…..
“how you doing my Humboldtsapien” one yells to another.
Erin and I ponder the barter system through a cafe window hoping that we can trade someone a beanie for a little quality of life.
Here are your classic dog bums, dragging their pit bull mixes around, letting the empathy do the work. On the drive up we stopped to get gas and a poor baby Redface was sitting there, free from her suburban shackles, tethered to the cutest mutt that has galloped gods green earth.
“damn” I think “don’t give into dog sympathy, don’t read into that bummed out white girl, don’t pity the pander.”
She pulls out a harmonica and starts playing lonesome noise. You have got to be fucking kidding me. This song must be called “Nails in my coffin”.
“here dude” I give her my gasoline change and return to the car.
“I caved,” I tell Oliwa “gave her some dollars”
“yeah I gave her a nug”
I’m realizing that all six of us probably gave her something….attention at least.
“maybe she’ll buy some runts and feed them to that fucking dog.”
I am about thirty minutes away from redwood national park and I will cuss myself crazy if I don’t get up there and stand amongst the silly old giants.
So I must!
Ill have to allocate time, first read, caffeinate, and build CDs.
Then adventure, gasp in awe and return to play a show for a town where all the men are on their way to work on an engine and all the women are on their way from a yoga class.
ALERT: I HAVE ADDED A DATE TO TOUR! I WILL BE PLAYING AT UNIT E in Denver CO on october 5th…..