Hollywood round two consists of fourteen dollar Maker's shots, and a club relatively indifferent to weird electronic music done with gameboys. However, there are a few Seattle homies out to see us. Good to see you Barry, Colin and Lily.

After a drunken night in a motel to deal with Hollywood, we head towards San Francisco. We play on an awesome pirate radio show. It feels good to play for some appreciative music fans. We crash at an old friend's loft in Lower Haight. Janelle, you are awesome.

Ten hour drive the next day to get to a really cool club in Salem called simply The Space. It is raining and cold. January in the Northwest. So close to home we can feel it. Play a relatively solid set despite being exhausted, and acquire some new fans. Again, feels great to play for some appreciative people. Thanks to Doug for having us, and Salem peeps for dancing. Crash at our friend Katie's house.

We have to drive through Seattle to get to Bellingham, and it takes a lot of effort to not just go home. We end up glad we didn't with a good show at Western, and end the night with a road sixer between us. Overall, probably too much fun was had.

While Truckasauras went on their first West Coast tour, the band's Adam Swan sent us updates from the road. Read Truckasauras' previous Tour Diary entries:
Week One in Video
"Real Life Hipsters/Viva Las Vegas"
"Why People Live In Northern California"
"I'm In Love With The Stripper"

Hit L.A. and roll into Hollywood. Boardner's is a cool bar with multiple rooms, one of which is actually a canopy between it and the building behind. Nice weather strikes again. We setup and wait for people to show up. Real-life hipsters start pouring in as the first band starts. All the bands have 20 minute sets, so we have to slim ours down. The format is four bands done by midnight so the DJs can take over. When they do, we notice how good looking everyone seems to be. Spend the rest of the night walking in and out of the club people watching. Have a little trouble finding a place to crash, so we end up in a really sketchy motel in Oxnard. We expect to find a dead body underneath the mattress. The next day, we hit up Amoeba Records where we are all pleasantly surprised to see our record for sale. I come up on Ice Cube and Primus tapes for Vanbo. We hit up Venice Beach at sunset, then head towards Vegas.

The next day, after a night of sleep interrupted only by Ryan's snoring, we roll into Vegas. This place is crazy. "What energy and financial crisis?" After dropping the gear off at the venue, we hit up the strip. Circus Circus, Treasure Island and various other casinos hard to escape. "Where's the door?" You can drink on the streets. People are walking around with football shaped cups full of Long Island Ice Tea. Truckasauras' take on Americana is epitomized here. We head back to the venue to watch the other bands. (Shoutout to Teenagers From Outerspace) Crash at the promoter's house. Thanks Jesse.

After driving around and record shopping in Vegas (as well as witnessing a hit and run accident), we head toward San Diego. So far, the crowd here has been the most into the music. Actually sell some merch, and get a lot of feedback on the set. Crash out in the first motel we find. L.A. Round two tomorrow.

Truckasauras are on their first West Coast tour now through January 28th—the band's Adam Swan is sending us updates from the road, to let us know how it goes. Click here to read the band's previous installment, "Why People Live In Northern California."

We are all wearing t-shirts on the beach in January.

Wake up in Medford, Oregon Monday morning. Case and a half of empties for the cleaning crew. Jump on the I-fizzle heading south. Shasta appears, and we stop at the vista point. Start filming a movie, the plot will work itself out. Lots and lots of driving where we find the appeal of the digital age through Danbo's computer editing (see video below). Roll into Sacramento for our first Cali show. For a Monday night, there are a lot of girls here. Play to a sparse but enthusiastic crowd through an awesome soundsystem. Tyler and Ryan meet "Two Player Game" posse, who let us stay at their house. (I was passed out sitting shotgun in the van. Shoutout to Derek for being the designated driver.) Wake up on Inauguration Day way too early, and head for San Francisco.

Listening to Obama speak, I realize that it feels great to listen to a president who doesn't stammer through his speeches. It's like the soundbytes are already there. We don't have to be to L.A. until Wednesday night, and hit San Fran on the way back, so today is the tourist part of the tour. We hit up the vista point overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge and the bay, then eat a burger in Sausalito where they are filming a movie. Hit up the epic big-wave surf spot Mavericks. It is both a beautiful beach, and a hazardous surf spot. Bummed we hit it at low tide, but we are there long enough to watch a couple guys catch the huge wave.

Hit the road again towards L.A. down Hwy 1 and 101. Beautiful West Coast driving in Vanbo. At this point, the inside jokes have reached a point of being our own language. "Please Stammer, don't hurt 'em." The shit is hilarious, but only to us. Derek hips us to the awesome saloon in the beach town Cayucos, and after a couple of pitchers, we head to our camping spot in Pismo Beach. I set up my bedding on the ground without a tent, and we drink ourselves to sleep.

It is January!!!

Truckasauras are on their first West Coast tour now through January 28th—the band's Adam Swan is sending us updates from the road, to let us know how it goes. Click here to read the band's first installment, "I'm In Love With The Stripper."

Truckasauras are on their first West Coast tour now through January 28th—the band's Adam Swan is sending us updates from the road, to let us know how it goes:

Portland still feels like home. Family, and friends live here. There is a better bed to sleep on than the one I own. It is also a fun town to play. The kids are into music, and come out to have a good time. We play here a lot, so the tour seems like it hasn't started yet. Although, the drive down here did have it's perks. (See Photo) Within a block radius of Backspace is Ground Control and Magic Gardens. Ground Control is an arcade with a bar in it. Tetris and beer, y'all. Magic Gardens has a totally different style of entertainment. (See Headline) It was a pretty decent show, and a fun night of drunken debauchery (details omitted to protect the guilty). Classic Truck. Check out the band Breakfast Mountain. Good shit.

Wake up with a hangover to an awesome breakfast cooked by me and Tyler's aunt and uncle. Then my uncle and I start tearing apart the van for a tuneup. No tax, and my uncle is a gearhead, so money is saved in a big way. Very important for the reality of driving to San Diego and back. Vanbo gets back on the road and we pack up to drive towards Cali to try and knock off a few hours off the road. Next stop Sacramento.