The City of Eugene is a place I have visited only once before during a time of great strife in the Alejandro camp. War had broken out and our troops had mostly died from a gas attack.
The girl left and so did my hair.
Shaved and damaged I zoomed up the coast to seek refuge with my brother in arms Dylan Williams. He was working on his grandmothers farm in Junction City and I needed something rustic and “manly” to quench the hole left by the great war.
Now, in different circumstances I sit in the same back yard, years later, watching dragonflies and dogs buzz around the yard.
Last night was the first real paradigm shift on this tour.
Until now I have been working as true support for He’s My Brother. I would warm up their audience and lube their crowd, playing to a group of dark faces that seem happy to have me.
A few wonderful fans had heard about my tunes and ventured to make the show but for the most part I was playing for new ears.
Eugene was a different story, the small bar was roaring with excitement and the crowd gathered to the front to sing and dance along.
I am tickled pink.
Leave it to a place like Eugene to hold the banner for Shakey Graves.
Now in some surreal twist of fate I find myself driving Dylan’s wonderfully drunk grandmother home at two in the morning.
“ALI!!! I HAD SUCH A FUCKING GOOD TIME!….Im so drunk…I have not been this drunk in years….aiieeee….ohmygosh dont tell Dylan.”
I will of course, because this is all to cute.
“You are driving ME home Ali….this is so strange…..”
We babble and chirp about how confusing and beautiful life is, these cycles, this odd story.
This morning my brain goes back to this surreal theme song that plays behind me every night.
Its a song from Rob’s old band Lemon Sun that has been turned into a hit by He’s My Brother She’s My Sister.
I have been singing it in my car for years. I sang it on stage at Stubb’s.
I heard it on the radio while I drove into the redwoods.
And now I get to hear it every night in a different bar across the states.
The chorus says:
“we all come back again…to the same old ground…the one where we began”
That old elbow in the ribs
Life seems to have a beautifully low brow sense of humor.
I get it.