Mauro had arranged to have a lunch with guitarist and composer Bill Frizell, and he invited me, and I invited artist Gary Hill, whom I'd met in Paris. We wandered around looking for a place that was open and not crowded with tourists. It was a beautiful, hot sunny day — sort of unusual for Seattle. We ended up at a place called Cyclops, just around the corner from Gary's studio. As we chatted the background music crept up in volume until at one point it became a roar or stuttering white noise. We all looked around to see who was programming the radical sounds, but then the noise abated.
Bill just completed a CD with Hal Wilner that draws on the NBC sound library; Hal has access to the library via his post on Saturday Night Live. I remember hearing the Bill Burroughs CD Hal did using this material. It's great stuff — my favorite Burroughs recording.
Gary is working on reconstituting an early piece he did for an installation at the Pompidou.
Bill and Gary both have teenage or older daughters and they ask me if I've dealt with teen angst.
The show was maybe the best received I'd ever done in Seattle. We played well, but I suspect that the sun setting on the bay and the warm clear skies helped the mood of the crowd as well. I was sort of aware that I was playing in front of Bill, Gary, and some others whose opinions and work I respect and admire, so I hoped they liked the show. Luckily (or not) we played well and the audience jumped up and down a lot. If nothing else it was a lot of fun.
I woke up as we approached Mt. Shasta in Northern California. Remnants of volcanoes are all around here.
Fred, who has replaced Lance as our driver, was on the Warped tour driving NOFX. He says the band carries mini-bikes in a trailer behind its bus, to bop around on at the venues, which, on that tour, are mainly stadium parking lots.
