...18 years ago...

Up at 9:30. Make coffee - watch TV. Dave R. makes calls. We are to see Ron at 5:00PM. Jan won't talk. I fear the worst - stuck in CA. No money, no shows etc. Record is still doing well. We can call Colin tomorrow for more money hopefully. Walked up to shops for lunch. Got gas in van. Drove up the freeway to Enigma. Met Sherry - dumb. Meet Ron - dull. Tour office - dig deal. Wander around. Dave R. attempts to talk with Ron. We get nothing done. 'A' is a shit head. Had someone tell us to wait in the reception area. Fuck him - real boring.

I'm pretty down at this point. Can you tell?!! We were surprised at the reception we got at the record company office because we were hearing that the record was doing well in the College Music Journal charts. The Colin mentioned here is of course the Fever Records owner who had a record distribution deal with Enigma. He was going to help us out with some money. While staying with Dave R.'s aunt in Orange County, we sometimes walked up the street to a little strip mall to eat or hang out. It's true; nobody walks in LA. We got lots of stares from drivers whizzing by. Either that or we looked like grungy punk rockers from Philadelphia.

Went to Texas Records in Santa Monica. Ate at Burger King and called Madame Wong's and the Cathay DeGrand. Not on the listings??? Hope we have at least a few shows??? These past 2-3 weeks of bad luck suck. I don't want the rest of the tour to fall through. Depressed, no money, nothing to do except wait and see.

Michael at Texas Records would later start the independent label Texas Hotel Records, and release the first Baby Flamehead CD (as well as Henry Rollins, Poi Dog Pondering, etc.). Some might remember that I played drums for Baby Flamehead in Philly and on the record (Life Sandwich) but didn't tour due to commitments with the Milkmen. The Cathay DeGrand and Madam Wong's clubs at this point were way past their prime. Jan - the wife of Ron at Enigma was supposed to be booking two weeks of shows for us, but we ended up playing only four shows and earning $100 dollars the whole time we were in California. Stay tuned for the horror stories.

Back to Irvine about 9PM. Contacts bothering me. Took 'em out. Wrote cards and letters. All this doing nothing makes one tired. To bed.