This song reminds me of driving down the road on tour with Heather and Todd's band when Natalie Wood was the guitarist, our friend Amy and me along for the experience, all packed into a minivan filled to the top with gear and on our way to some label showcase. We went straight through from Phoenix to D.C. where our friend Bob lived, stopping only for food and gas. Heather tells a great story about how she burned Todd's crotch and almost killed us all on an icy highway at 2 a.m. somewhere in Tennessee.
Steve Wynn & the Miracle 3: Amphetamine from Static Transmission
Friday, August 03, 2007
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Whoo, good times, er, yeah. I actually saw one of those older-model Grand Caravans the other day, with the same burgundy-and-red paint job - it sent a little shiver up my spine. But the video is right on, although it fails to convey the aroma of Texas, not to mention the smell of Todd's burning pants.
You're just bitter because you almost got lost in New York with empty pockets and no idea where we were staying. I'm still traumatized by the feeling of the subway door shutting on my shoulder, whirling around and mouthing "Don't cry don't cry oh god don't cry!!!" at your surprised face. Yeah, good times.
You know what Amy (um, my Amy)'s favorite part of that story is? How you studied French while we played & how you would tour but still keep up with your responsibilities...
Yeah i think some details might be in order as to how your sister almost burned your husband's crotch. It was a cigarette flying in to the backseat after she attempted to pitch it out the drivers window into the frigid January winter late night cold.
I particularly enjoy remembering the 10 minutes or so of absolute silence following the near fatal accident. "pretend it didn't happen!"
My name is Kelly, and I'm a dork.
Todd, I could never tell the story as good as you and Heather do together! I laugh every time.
I just remember the metal barricade in the median coming straight at us as Heather nearly careened off the icy road, and all the while Todd was in the back frantically trying to get the flaming cigarette out the driver's side window without burning anyone. Poor Heather. Up until that point I think we'd all been asleep, and there she was, chatting away in the driver's seat, listening to one of Kelly's "Stay Awake" complication tapes and smoking, even though I was the one who was supposed to be talking animatedly to keep her awake and alert.
And yes, I am bitter about the subway experience. You know, that's really the only time I've ever spent in New York, despite living on the East Coast for several years. You had all my money and my ID and everything. How unglamorous is it to have to relate that story, along with the one about the accidental subway ride to Harlem so we could see homeless people warming themselves around a car fire? No, I will never live that down.
I had all your money and ID because you got a coat in Arizona that was cool but was obviously some snow bird's from back in the day when ladies had shallow pockets and carried purses.
Wow, I can't believe you never went back to NYC. Ever? But you were so close!
i must tell you that BC walked by as i was reading this. her two takeaways (and remember, she is going into third grade, which explains the reading ability:)
1) she read the sentence:
My name is Kelly, and I'm a dork.
and LOL'd to the point where she fell on the floor. literally.
2) she saw the initials tfo and asked, mama, who is tofu, and why is he writing in kelly's blog?
for the record, i don't think you can burn tofu... ;-)
It was a cool coat, wasn't it? Remember our big East Coast Cold Weather Thrift Store Shopping Spree right before we made that trip? Oh, we were so adorable.
And no, never made it back to NYC, just drove past it on the way to Boston now and then. My name is Amy and I am Laaa-HAME.
My take-away: I love that I have the same sense of humor as a third-grader!
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