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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Fleet Foxes Tour Diary #2: From Phoenix to Denton, and BIG FUCKING SAND DUNES!

posted by on March 5 at 14:06 PM

Well, back in the saddle again folks, this time we’re hightailing it from Phoenix, Arizona (home of the University of Phoenix, the most reputable and worthwhile internet college there is) to Denton, Texas, which is somewhere right outside of Dallas, home of the “Cowboys” basketball squad that won the World Cup a few years ago. I love their goalie.

Since last we spoke a lot has happened so I guess I’ll start at the new beginning: I hate LA with the force of 1,000 suns, the whole immensity of the known universe. You could fill the 96% of all space that’s made of yet-unknown substances with this hate. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if, when that giant matter collider discovers the Higgs-Boson, the Higgs-Boson will have “LA SUX” written on it in subatomic particles. I don’t really know what it is that rubs me the wrong way about the place but I have never felt comfortable there and it just seems like 10,000 Bellevues combined with a 24/7 American Idol audition. But that’s the problem with seeing places while on tour—unless you have an extra day or two there, you only see the immediate area around the venue and then the smoggy highways surrounding; not the most accurate sample. I know there are rad areas of LA, I’ve heard “Silverlake” and “Echo Park” are where it’s at, but I’ve never been to those places or the Smell—just the disgusting downtown Perez Hilton feeling places.

Still, it was a veritable people party at the Troubadour, a bro-fest including my dear girl and her grandfather, the wonderful Joan Hiller, Skye’s brother Carter, and my goddamn PARENTS who came down to both the LA show and the San Diego one. Include among that list the awesome dudes from Blitzen Trapper and Grand Archives and it gets crazy thinking just how lucky we are to have so many supportive and loving people around us. Indescribable. The show went well but for some hang-ups in the mandolin department which forced a truncated setlist—we were the first band on the bill anyway so it didn’t make that big of a difference. That night I split ways with the boys (who all stayed with Carter) and me and my girl visited her grandfather’s house which was awesome—he is a screenwriter in Hollywood and a really sweet guy.

The drive to San Diego found LA never really ending until San Diego began, and the show ended up being my personal favorite yet, the sound was good and the people were really sweet and we got to kick it with all the Grarchives homies one last time before splitting off on our ways. In the hotel room that night I watched the new episode of Lost (sorry Olivia) and had my mind blown forward in time.

Once we got out of San Diego, the drives grew There Will Be Blood-ian in there epicness, my god, the southwest is INSANE. There were mountains made of small boulders, rock formations, gulches and bright red rock spires. Vast plains and valleys and SAND DUNES!!!! DUNES!!!! I had never been to a dune before. As soon as we hit the pure Lawrence of Arabia desert section we stopped, ran across the highway, jumped a fence, and climbed to the top of these insane dunes. If you positioned your head in the right way at the top of the dune you could see for miles, miles and miles of sand like huge white waves, and I could imagine for a minute that I was stranded in the desert on the verge of death and it was strangely comforting. I like doing stuff like that, being in locations where there’s no way to tell your place in time. It could have been 1008 A.D. on the top of those dunes for all we knew. It ended up that we were across the border into Mexico. I guess you don’t need too comprehensive a fence when the other side is certain doom. Hold on, we just saw a sign for a meteor crater monument, we are taking the exit. Be right back.


OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!! THAT WAS INSANE!!!! It was a meteor crater like a half mile across in the middle of nowhere, monumentally gorgeous and insane, the gates were closed but we put a carpet over the barbed wire fence and hopped over and climbed to the top. Holy shit man. What a goddamn mind bender. A gigantic rock flew from the cosmos and landed right there and we were just on top of the crater. Good god!!!! A car came so we hopped back over the fence but it was just some guy with the same idea. So amazing. It’s like the feeling you get when you watch an eclipse that for some reason seeing the shadow of our own planet darkening the moon makes our place in the universe somehow more palpable…. wow, so cool.

Ok, so yeah, back on track, the place we placed in Phoenix was awesome, this all ages art space called Modified, it reminded me of Art Works or HTFC or something, my personal favorite venue so far. The sound was weird but it was a lot of fun and everyone was really attentive. I am really feeling the wear and tear on my voice from singing night after night - I’ve been smoking a lot of cigarettes to deal with stress and it’s kind of tearing my throat apart. Today I started chewing the Nicorette gum my mom covertly slipped into my bag on our way out of town and it’s been good, gotta quit. I did have a couple drags of Christian’s cigarette at the top of that crater though, it felt like a fitting place to have my last one. Back to the gum for the sake of my voice, I sure will miss smoking…

Ok, I’ve rambled again, thanks for reading, see you in a few days!

Luff springs eternal,
Robin & Skye & Casey & Christian & Nick

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Wow. That's pretty heartless. Kind of a slap in the face to us who came to support you and bought your CD. I guess your the kind of person who buys into archetypes and doesn't make opinions of their own. LA is a great place and I thought we showed you guys a lot of love. I'm really sorry you hated it and I feel bad now.

Posted by springsong | March 6, 2008 9:23 AM

I love a few people in LA and have appreciated the hospitality and kindness they have shown me while visiting, but I feel the exact same way about the city itself. LA is a horrible place.

Posted by Jeff Kirby | March 6, 2008 12:25 PM

I think "Mykonos" is my favorite song on the EP. But then again...Drops in the River...

Posted by otla | March 6, 2008 10:00 PM

The crowd was awesome! I loved every single person I met in LA. It's the city itself that I couldn't stand. It's a place I'd never want to live municipally and geographically and the proximity to lots of dirty entertainment industry stuff makes me bummed on the place. Everyone that I met there was a gem. I guess I should have made that clearer. The crowd was super nice too. Sorry for being a dick. I'm just not into the vibe of the place, just my opinion, which doesn't apply in any way to you or anyone else there that night.. sorry!

Posted by Pecknold | March 7, 2008 1:52 PM

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