After another pleasant Sacramento experience...hack...cough...giggle...we decided to head for San Francisco...well Mill Valley actually, but whose keeping score. If you are keeping score folks who'd realize that last sentence was super fucking long...seriously. But I digress this is supposed to be about SF not about me narrowly passing English my freshman year of college. I love Mill Valley! It's a little home away from home for us when we're on the road. Alex, Bob's sister, always treats us like family. It's nice to have a place on the road to catch up on laundry, the depressing news, cartoons and sleep. This particular time in Mill Valley was a little different though. A good chunk of Bob's family was in town the same time we were. This comes in handy later on in the story when we get to the part where we play the show. Ah screw it...let's go there now...shall we? On the way to the show we decided to stop off at ol' Tim Greens house. You know Tim right? The brilliant guitar player who recorded our record Cries From Space. We wanted to give Tim a copy of the CD along with the tasty blue vinyl that we recently acquired in LA. Tim told us how he had been trying to get several bands he recorded after us, to try the notorious Blue Beast. You guys remember the Blue Beast right? So after getting some directions from Tim, we headed to The Tempest. Finding this club turned out to be as easy as finding a straight sailor. It's tucked away in an alley in the middle of downtown SF. Hey...but at least the staff was nice to us. No wait they weren't nice at all...they told us if no one showed up by ten they were going to shut down. The opening band cancelled, so they assumed no one would show up. They were almost right, except for the fact that half of Bob's family was in town. There were maybe fifteen people at this show. Every single person in there was either part of Bob's family, or a Missoula transplant. I tell ya those folks saved that show for us.
