The beginning of the Yeti Quest tour was affected by lightning and got silly fast. Maxx and I spent 30 hours in airports and airplanes to get from New York to San Francisco, due to lightning storms on the East coast which screwed up all of our connections. We slept on the floor of terminal 4 at JFK, near section 3 and the Dolce and Gabana add and not too far away from the Calder mobile. We lost our minds in the “airport babylon system”. Meanwhile, Dan was unable to travel south from Portland for our California shows because he had to move out of his house on very short notice. Brian rolled down with Valet, Honey and her posse, in the newly resurrected Misty Wings silver freedom van. They went for a swim in Lake Shasta but found it dried up??? We met up in San Francisco for two rad shows.
We played at Noise in My Kitchen in the Mission which was a house show where we set up and played in the kitchen after the hosts had prepared some amazingly tasty vittles. We played first. We missed Dan’s bass rumble but still we were able to shred to some degree. Sister Ashby’s headbanging made it all worthwhile. After us Jackie played a crocheted blanket which had 16 speakers woven into it. She ran rad tape loops from 8 different hand held tape players. The blanket was beautiful, perhaps 16×8 feet, colorful and hanging half on the wall and half on the ceiling. It also appeared that she made her own amplifier. Valet played last with the full kitchen vibe potential finally realized. The room was crammed with dozens of folks, standing on counters and appliances, and the floor too of course.
Valet sprawled all over the room, with Brian Foote dropping in beats from the kitchen sink area. Brian Thackeray played all of the Valet gig’s as well as the Galactic core sets. It was an expansive and haunting sound. Ritualistic. Then we partied.
The next night was a proper club gig at the Hemlock. We played with Kawabata of the Acid Mother’s Temple and Mason Jones, as well as with Valet again. Kawabata’s set was super deep. He also jammed with Mason Jones’ group at the end of their set. Valet was droney and deep. Our set was heavy and weird, with a krautish breakdown towards the end.