Night off, in chilly Eugene. Hospitality galore. Play here Tues night then sleep in our own beds for the first night of Obama's reign, then off to Boise. Petaluma was a blast, went to bed in Sebestapol underneath a gold record of Jackson Browne's Late for the Sky while listening to it on my headphones. Woke up listening to Nick's uncle insisting that the upcoming Grateful Dead tour is gonna go to shit, and he thinks it'll be hilarious. You've been warned.
smell ya later Bush, you dickhead.
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