We woke up on the main road to a knock at the door. Colter was ready to go. We’d slept in. Whoops. It was a stunning drive to Portland. One weird snowy mountain (Mount Hood) in the middle of green canyons and a river.
An evening without gigs led us to drink Kracken and we found a cool house bar with a fire outside. Next day we get some stuff sorted – like Mule’s dodgy guitar amp and then we’re ready to go. The venue looks good and is sold out. We chat to various people including Orlo – ‘I’m a baaaad person Lorna, but I’m tryin real hard to be good’.
We sing, we drink we talk rubbish. The venue shuts and then we invite all into the RV. I confess a crush on Preach Freedom (the drummer from Rusted Root). Then it gets hazy. The boys leave to go to a karaoke bar whilst I stay and hang out in the other tour bus.
After this apparently Chris has to come and pick me up, we squeeze in the soundman’s car and I arrive in time for Bohemian Rapsody. I wake up with mud all over me and feel a little shady when I think of what happened in the Rusted Root Tour bus…..hmmm. Sure Larry will fill me in.