The Bicentenniel Boogie started,of course,in Portland with the obligatory Farewell gig weekend at the Earth.We drove to Nevada and spent a week or so on the Comstock-played a few gigs-The Fireman's Ball,The Pyramid Lounge at the Golden Gate Bar in Silver City,The End of the Trail in Dayton- and on our way out of town, Michael Duarte hopped on the bus with his suitcase and guitar saying he needed to get the hell out of town. Roger stayed in Portland to take care of the family and the drum biz. We drove east on I80-an uneventful trip save for Richard getting a rotten six pack of Budweiser in Wyoming.We landed in Massachusetts and Roger flew into Boston. Did the Inman Square Men's Bar. Great place. They had been letting women in for at least ten years. In the afternoons they had 35 cent Pickwick Ale and 35 cent hot dogs with all the trimmings. On Fri. nite we took a break and went out to the bus. The door was hanging open and one of the windows was popped open. Some little pricks had busted in and all they took was Duarte's guitar and backpack--everything he had.-- There was this photographer who wanted to video-tape the Rounders [ask Weber about this thing]--said he knew who had done it but he wouldn't tell Michael because he had to live in that neighborhood. Duarte was enraged but he got over it. On to Jamaica Plain--Record "Spiders in the Moonlight" for Rounder Records. The title comes from a song that never got written--"Spiders in the Moonlight Always Make Me Weep" John Nagy recorded,produced and Mixed the record -- He had the hots for Jill and smoked big cigars. I was supposed to do some harmony parts but the Rounders had to be in New York to record what was to become "Last Round".Jill insisted that we record our vocals the last day I was in Newton but Nagy wanted to keep Jill (and Jeff) at his home studio for at least a week. He made me do all my harmony parts that day , all by myself, without Jeff or Jill's parts for reference. It didn't work and he erased all of them(except one line on "Me O My") and had Jill do them. Stolen Guitar-- True story - The first verse- "I feel so lonesome now, Some Motherfucker stole my guitar." I had the bus parked in Bob Moore's driveway on E. Burnside & 32nd. Jeff and I bummed a ride to Euphoria one night with a roomer at the house-- Barbara?--in her VW bug. Jeff brought his guitar--an early '60's Gibson Hummingbird that he had bought new in Vermont. Immaculate-- He loved that guitar. We all went into the bar and left the guitar in the back seat. We were in there for only 5 mins. when Barbara had to leave. The window had been broken and the guitar was gone. Barbara was pissed that they had stolen a bag of 100 crosstops she had stashed under the seat. It seemed like an "inside" job; They were after the crosstops and the guitar was a bonus. The 2nd verse: "Poor ol' Delores, The negroes* came and took the TV away" *(Changed to "The undenominations" on the record.) Jeff was staying at Delores and Richard's house in the Lair Hill neighborhood. Everybody called it "Dogpatch". In the 60's it was the Hippie neighborhood, near the old Psychedelic Supermarket. In the 70's it was a casual, rundown place with cheap old victorian houses, habitated with hippies,homos, junkies and a few blacks. One night the house was broken into and some stuff was taken, including the TV. A couple of days later, Jeff stops by the junkies' house next door(they happened to be black) to cop some junk and found them watching Delores' TV. A scuffle ensued, Delores got her TV back and they remained good neighbors. The 3rd verse: "Poor ol' Charlie Trout, I borrowed his momma's car and run it into a tree" Charlie was a high school friend in Vermont. It' pretty much self explanitory. The 4th verse: "Poor ol' Ozark my puppydog, a rattlesnake bit him on the head, took his life away." In '76, we were playing in LA and didn't want to camp on the street so we drove up the coast to Leo Carillo State park.We got a great spot at the bottom of the hills to park the whole caravan. On a morning walk, Ozark stuck his nose under a bush into a nest of rattlesakes. Got bit. We took him to the vet in Malibu and they kept him overnight. His head swole up like a log. The vet was surprised that he lived thru the night but he held on till Jill showed up the next morning. He looked at her,wagged his tail and died. We brought him back to the campsite, had a big chicken BBQ and buried him under a tree on the hillside. This was also related in an unrecorded Jeff song:"Leroy" "A very inconsiderate rattlesnake bit Ozark the dog. Swole his head up like a log, Left him dyin' in the Malibu fog. O Ozark, you been stickin' your nose In holes - ark where it don't belong. O Ozark you was my buddy, my puppy But now your'e dead and gone. Dead and gone." Last Round-- Douglaston, Queens. God, it was hot. Hot and humid. No air conditioning in the studio. It's over 100 degrees and we're standing around in our underwear trying to get it right. One afternoon I take Duarte into Manhattan on the LIRR. We get up out of Pennsylvania Station and he was boggled---"In Nevada there's a Whacko in every town, but here there's a Whacko on every block!" He decided he'd had enough of the East Coast so we bought him a ticket back to Nevada. We played in Lowell, Billerica,[Martineau Restaurant Escapade]--Martha's Vineyard [Gay Head, Jill's parent's summer house] and Nantucket--at the Nantucket Airport Lounge for a weekend. They had a "Band House" and gave us food and drink and all the amenities. Peter showed up for that one. It was a great weekend-- It was so much fun to be playing with Peter, Roger and the whole band again. At the end of Sat. nite I wander up to the bar to get an after-shifter and there's this guy sitting at the bar--stark naked. He turns to me and sez:"What's the problem with this guy?? All I want is a fuckin' drink!!" I figure that he must be with us. I had finally met Morgan Huber- Harry Hubcaps'(Thorne Huber's) little brother. Later that night, everybody's sleeping in the band house---Weber started sleepwalking and pees on Teddy's 8 yr old daughter. We get him back in bed. Awhile later he jumps up screaming---Starts throwing things, ripping the shelves off the wall--He seemed to be Sleep- Freaking--Jill gets up and calmly but firmly tells him-- "Weber!! Stop it!! Lay down and Go To Sleep!!!"----He did. The next morning we did the photo shoot for the album covers for "Spiders" and "Last Round" at the Airport. Played in Billerica and Providence--Boston? Roger flies back to Oregon. We drive north to Vermont. We needed a drummer--Morgan could play drums but he was better at mandolin, bass and keyboards. Jeff runs into Skeeter, an old friend from St. Albans --played in the Redbirds and Automatic Slim and the Fat Boys. He sez he'd love to go on the road with the Clams and the Rounders. So we played a few local gigs and we parked at Rumsey's place in Waterville.I parked the bus next to the pigsty-great neighbors!-stayed about a week-It was getting rather cold and we had a problem with the bus-it would start and drive fine but after about 10 mins it would lose power and die.It turned out to be a pinhole leak in the fuel line that was corroded from decades of driving on East Coast roads that had been salted.Fuel line was expensive and we were broke so we strapped a 5 gal. can of diesel on the back bumper and ran a hose from the fuel pump into the can.We had to stop every 30-40 miles and siphon 5 gallons of diesel from the fuel tank.We had to put in 5 gallons of water into the radiator every 50 miles for the last year or so because of a cracked block anyway so it was'nt that much more of a hassle. We headed south and played in Providence R.I. Lupo's Heartbreak Hotel--We played Halloween weekend-Parked the bus on the hill overlooking the city a block away from H.P.Lovecraft's house.Halloween afternoon Weber and Morgan went into town and drank a half gallon of whiskey- got SHITFACED!!-We got mad at Weber and made him go to sleep before the gig,hoping he would sober up a bit.I got to the bar early to set up and the owner was dressed up as Bozo the clown.He went to the back bar to set it up and came back up to the stage;he was obviously very upset."We have a problem!"he sez to me"Come with me."So I follow the pissed off Bozo and on the back bar was Morgan-Stark naked,sound asleep with his head under the beer tap.I helped Bozo carry Morgan into the back room.The gig went pretty good,Weber was a little wiggly but OK.At the end of the night some guy came in trying to sell a Rickenbacker 4001 bass and I bought it for $300. We drive south to NYC.Another problem with the bus.The air compressor is supposed to shut off when the air pressure reaches 95 pounds,but it was'nt shutting off.If the pressure kept increasing it would blow a line or something and we would have no brakes.I disconnected the passenger side windshield wiper( they ran on air pressure)and by turning the knob on and off,keep the pressure at about 95 pounds.We made it to NYC where I took the air compressor apart.I couldn't find anything wrong with it but when I put it back together,it worked fine.(??) We head south. Atlanta Ga.--Rose's Cantina--We played Fri.-Sat. A freindly place-Hard liquor,Mexican menu,the owner is a retired Atlanta cop.The stage sits 10" off the dancefloor so you're right in the middle of the folks.We get there early and park the bus and the other vehicles in back next to the dumpster and plug in through the back door.Right away Jeff makes friends with a couple of bikers at the bar.Nice guys.One of them is the president of the local bike gang.Real nice guy.By Fri night Jeff had half the club at the bar.Drinkin whiskey,smokin pot out in the bus.It seemed that the owner and the Prez had an agreement-The bros could hang out there as long as no more than two members wore Colors.Fri. nite was fun.The place was rockin. Everybody followed the rules and had a good time.There was a big sign at the door that had every excuse and bullshit story that anybody had ever used to try to get in for free. " My boyfriend is in here with some slut and I just want to Kick His Ass!!" "That's #37-Try again.It's $3 cover." If you came up with a new one,they'd write it on the sign but you still had to pay cover. After the gig ,the owner and his partner set up cots in the office and told us they were staying overnight.They had been broken into several times and when there was a lot of money in the till,they would hide out and hope that the perpetrators would try their luck.Armed to the hilt.12 Ga.pump shotgun,A handgun apiece,Various bats and crowbars.Since we were parked right out the back door,he let us hang out all night,He opened up the pool tables and let us finish off some of the lighter kegs.Morgan had been distressed lately.Six years earlier,his sister had been raped and murdered and he had just found out that the asshole that did it had just been released from prison.Morg asked how a cop would go about killing somebody and getting away with it.---Find out where the prick lives.Go there.Use a fake name. Buy a shotgun.Wear gloves.Clean off all fingerprints.Find him.Blast him close range. Drop the gun.Go to the airport immediately and catch the first flight.Doesn't matter where.The cops will look at the case and figure that justice has been done.No trial,no paperwork. Next morning,around 8:00 AM,trying to sleep in the bus.Sun beating down;somebody crashing around in the dumpster right outside the window.It's a wino,going through all the empty liquor bottles.He's pouring all the spiders into one bottle.It seems he,s got over a pint of this foul liquid.He don't look so good.Rube sticks his head ou the window and invites him in for some breakfast.The poor ol wino tries to run away but we manage to get him into the bus and give him some scrambled eggs and toast.He's happy.Too happy.He smells funny.He keeps trying to share his bottle of swill.We give him a few beers and send him off down the alley. By Sat. nite Jeff's got the whole bike gang at the bar and at least a dozen are wearing Colors.Jeff grabbed a tray from one of the waitresses and was serving tray after tray of double shots of Jack Daniels to the guys and putting it all on the band tab.The Rounders are playing.There's some commotion back by the kitchen.We hear that one of the bros was thrown out and had snuck back in thru the kitchen door. One of the waitresses confronted him and he pulled a knife on her.The vibes were getting pretty thick so we played a slow song.Halfway through the song the night manager runs up on stage,grabs the mike and starts screaming: "Stop the music!!As of Right Now,this bar is Closed!!Everybody Leave Right Now!!!!" At the front of the stage there's a big biker slow dancing with his girl;a bottle of Bud in one hand and the other in her pants.He looks at the screaming skinny guy and smashes the beer bottle over the guy's head.Blood squirts all over.The guy flops over,blood all over the stage.Just then,two cops run in,guns drawn.The bikers jump up,some on the tables.Out come the knives,a few guns.For a few seconds,it's a standoff--the cops are outnumbered 10 to 1.Then more cops run in.A few seconds later and the bikers are outnumbered.The Prez gives a hand signal and most of the bikers get out the back door.The cops grab the rest. Our next gig was several days later in New Orleans so we weren't in a hurry to hit the road.The next afternoon Jeff ran into a local band that was leaving the next day for Alabama.They had a gig being the backup band for the Coasters.They had never seen the Coasters and didn't actually know any Coasters songs.We knew a bunch of them and as it was on our way so we caravaned there with them to see what happens. We head Southwest on I-85 to Auburn Alabama We pull in to Auburn on a rainy afternoon.The place was called "Batchelor's Two".The original"Batchelor's Two"was started in NYC by Joe Namath after his knees went bad.He franchised the name down the East Coast.It was a tightass totally whitebread dinner club in the heart of the Bible Belt.The owner was a total tightass white guy.I got a funny feeling from him.He could be a real prick,maybe.What the hell.It wasn't our gig.I pull the bus into the parking lot .It's a sea of mud.Red--Thick,sticky deep red mud.Almost up to the axles.I park the bus near the back door,next to the dumpster.We had to lay planks on the mud from the bus to the back door.The Atlanta band sets up their stuff.The PA that was there really sucked so I set up ours.You don't get to do sound for the Coasters every day.The Coasters show up in a station wagon.There's only one of the original band left.There's another original member running his own Coasters on the West Coast.The old guy is breaking in a new Lead singer,teaching him the words,steps,cues etc.We do a "sound check".The band doesn't know the songs,the singer doesn't know the songs- Teddy knows all of it.The band ends up with Teddy on sax and Skeeter on a second drum set.The old guy is the conductor.The audience filters in.The Atlanta band does a short set and takes a break. Jeff jumps on stage- "I'd like to take this opportunity to dedicate a couple of songs to the Coasters- -My Heroes!"He's got his guitar so I grab the bass,Jill takes a mike, Rube tunes up his mando.Teddy and Skeeter are already set up.Jeff launches into"Starlet" "Oh from the picture I got in my new wallet, I fell in love with the unnamed starlet Oh honey, if you only knew, I beat my meat when I look at you. Starlet oh,honey,hon, It's them lips of yours that make me come--Squirt,Squirt,Squirt,Squirt-etc." There's a stunned silence- "Oh my God!!"a woman gasps- AHA!!!sez Jeff-"There's a masturbator!! He kicks off "All your Sins are Forgiven,Let Me Down!!".He put a particularly raunchy rap in the middle- Something about Jesus and the "Jews,theJews,the Goddamn Jews"We end the tune-The air is thick-I need a beer.I go up to the bar.The bartender nearly leaps over the bar.He grabs my hand.He's got a big grin on his face. "Do you realize what you just did??!" "Uhh,well...."I sez"I guess that song about beatin'off was a little rude.." "Hell!These folks don't care about sex!They do it all the time !And they don't care who with!! It's that song about Jesus!This is the Bible Belt!!What do you want? Anything!!It's on me!!" We hear some shouting and shoving by the back door.The owner has a .32 cal revolver pointed at Jeff's face.The bouncer's yelling "Don't shoot him,Jim! Don't shoot him!!" The bouncer wrestles Jeff out the back door,throws him in the mud.Teddy grabs his sax and tries to run out the back door.The owner kicks him in the butt so hard he hits the mud too.He looks over at me and the bartender. "Oh Yeah??Fuck You!!"the bartender yells at the boss-- ""I Quit!You Asshole!I Quit!!!" While the boss was involved with the bartender I slipped out the back door with only a token shove from the bouncer.I went over the planks to the bus where Weber and the leader of the Coasters were smoking a skinny little joint.I told them what was going on and the old guy said he'd go in and see what he could do.The other band and Skeeter were still inside and the boss is at the back door waving his pistol around,yelling; "Get the Fuck off my property--Right NOW!!!!I'll KILL YOU!!I'll ShootYourAss!" Then the cops start showing up.Our PA was still inside but the boss had a gun and now he's yelling at the cops; "Arrest them!They have drugs!!If you don't shoot 'em,I will!!" By now there's at least 10 cop cars there--Lights flashing,--The cops are milling around,they don't really know what's going on.I find the cop with the most brass on his shoulders.I go up to him and I sez: "Sir,I Know we played a couple of songs that weren't in good taste,but we have we have at least $2,000worth of equipment in there and he won't let us get it out.If we can get it out,we'll be down the road and you'll never see us again.If we can't,we'll have to stay here until we do!" The brass guy looks at me and walks inside.10 mins later we get the word that we have 15 mins to pack up and leave as long as "That Guy"(Jeff)is gone. I go inside and start wrapping up the stuff--Skeeter packs his drums in his car-On his last trip in,he pulls me aside.He's white as a sheet,eyes poppin out. "I heard them talking!The owner told the cops that he KNOWS that there's drugs on the bus and they're setting up a roadblock and we're all going to JAIL!! Teddy and I are out of here right now.We'll meet you at the 76 Truck Stop down the road.--If you make it!" I pack the stuff out.The only pot we have is a small bag of shitty homegrown that somebody gave us in Atlanta.I squish it into the mud and fire up the bus.There was a small hump in the parking lot just before the road and the bus gets stuck on it.The tires would spin and it would slide back into a big mud puddle so I had toback up all the way to the rear of the lot and get a run at it. Now all this time,Jeff was hiding in the parking lot next door.He had parked their camper there earlier because it was paved.He was hiding under the camper with a baseball bat,watching the action.He said that when the bus made the run out of the lot,the cops sent some poor rookie out to get the license plate number.The back end of the bus was totally black and he had to run thru the mud puddle He disappeared into the black cloud of oil smoke and flying mud and as I make the turn onto the road he's still trying to wipe the grease off the license plate. I had to go 3 blocks and make a left at the light to get to the freeway.Most of the cop cars had left and as I found out later,they were waiting for the bus at the freeway.I was so scared,however,that I missed the left turn at the light so I made the next left expecting to make a left and a right and get back on track.This road, however,went into a housing subdivision--Curved roads,cul de sacs,every turn I made looked just like the last one.In a few mins I was hopelessly lost.I drove around for awhile. I found the back fence and followed it south. I spotted a hand lettered sign that said:"To I-85"with an arrow.I follow the arrow to a dirt road that leads to a 1 lane road that parallels the freeway.A few miles down the road there's an entrance and I get on down the road to the truck stop. We all meet up in the truck parking lot. Years later,'89 or '90, I think,Jeff and I were playing the early show at this place in Cedar Hills called the Dublin Pub.we find out that the Coasters are playing there later that night so,after our show,We pack up and grab a beer and awhile later,they show up,sit at the bar.It's a different band-the original guy is gone and the young lead singer is now the leader.Jeff walks up and sez: "Hey, Guys, Do any of you remember Auburn Alabama?" The bass singer groans and stares at the floor.The lead singer looks surprised for a minute and starts laughing and laughing.He points at Jeff and yells: "It's YOU!!! It's YOU!!!"He elbows the bass singer."Remember??It's Him!!" The bass singer groans and stares at the floor.Jeff and the boss tell the story to the other two guys and by the end even the bass singer is laughing.Jeff asks: "Hey,What did you guys do after we got out of there?" "Shit!" he sez,"We looked around and saw that we were the only black folks in a bar full of pissed off white people and we got out of there as fast as our station wagon could go!" Back to '76.- Texas-- Dallas-Ft Worth Armadillo East New Orleans--Huck's Levee Bar --Allen Fontenot's Cajun Bandstand Alexandria Louisiana burning mattress to smoke joints Muskogee Tulsa-Okla.City-Norman After the bus burned down,the folks in town helped us find a place to rebuild. It was a canoe camp north on Hwy 10 right along the Illinois River.In the winter,all the cabins were vacant-- $100 a month with utilities. Free electric,and most important -- a big gas heater with endless gas.It was a cold winter--It barely got over freezing on a sunny afternoon-- and we were totally broke.A night at the Squeeze Inn paid maybe $100 but there was only a few of those a month. Richard and Weber found sympathetic women in town so we got two cabins--one for Jeff and Jill,one for Wayne, Robin,Morgan,,me and the bus. We had to rebuild the bus--it was a skeleton- -The interior was stripped to the skin. Rube made Morgan call Martineau and tell him to send $$.He sent $1000 to the Western Union in Talequah. Morgan went to town to pick it up and came back two days later with $400. We bought plywood, insulation, wire, hardware, etc. We were still broke. Early one morning a car pulls up to our cabin. Shiny--New-- Two men get out-- Suits--Real clean. Morgan is sleeping in the back room--naked, as usual. He looks out the window and sees all this. "COPS!!" he yells--"COPS!!!" He runs into the front room, grabs the shitty homegrown pot, runs back and dives--still naked-- out the back window. He hits the edge of the cliff and rolls 30 feet down to the river. Me and Wayne answer the knock. It's the Jehovah's Witnesses. We invite them in for tea -- that's all we had -- Jeffrey walks over to see what's up. We had a spirited biblical debate for an hour or so. They notice that we had nothing but tea. They show up the next morning with bags of groceries. That helped for a week or so--Wayne and I went to work on the bus most mornings--put in the ceiling,wiring, walls. Wayne talked the landlord into letting us use some of the scrapwood in the barn. The "scrapwood" was old growth;weathered oak barnboard. Some of them were 1 1/2" x 14" x 16 feet long with virtually no knots. Baton Rouge Tahlequah Beaumont Galveston-- We had a day off before playing in Houston so the HMR Boys suggested we take the scenic route along the Gulf Coast to Galveston. Jeff wanted to see if he could track down David Allen Coe at his hangout there, so we headed west out of Beaumont on Rt. 124. Along the Coast we could see the shrimp boats dipping their butterfly nets so we pulled off at a dock and bought a mess of fresh shrimp, fish and crab right off the boat. The caravan pulled into Galveston and parked at the bar where D.A.Coe got his mail, had a drink. Jeff, Richard, Wayne, Morgan and Weber deciced to hang out and drink soJill and I drove the vehicles to the campground where Teddy had reserved sites.I get parked and start a big pot of Bouillabaisse. Jill helps out. It was almost done and lookin' beautiful so Jill takes the camper to the bar to get the Boyz. After awhile, I turned off the soup so it wouldn't overcook and waited. Two hours later, Jill came back with Richard and Morgan and said that Jeff, Wayne and Weber were in jail. Since it would be hours before they would be processed, we went ahead and ate. The Bouillabaisse was wonderful. Since those guys were in jail, we ate lots and relaxed while Jill and Richard told the story.This is pretty much what I remember. They'd been drinking in the bar for awhile and nobody there knew anything about where D.A.Coe was. Sooner or later, shotglasses started flying(Jeff?). The cops were called. When they showed up, Jeff, Wayne and a few gals were in the Ladies' Room.When the cops opened the door, a cloud of Pot smoke rolled out. Since they had already smoked all the evidence, Jeff and Wayne were thrown out on the street.(Weber never smoked pot and Richard was quietly drinking at a table in the back trying to pretend that he didn't know those assholes.) Just then Jill pulls up in the camper. Jeff and Wayne are very drunk and adamant that they are going to get back into the bar no matter what. They decide to disguise themselves. Jill helps them into a couple of her dresses and fixes their hair and applies some makeup. They walk up to the door,the bartender sees them coming, locks the door and calls the cops.The cops must have still been in the neighborhood 'cause they got there quick. They grabbed Jeff while Wayne tried to hide under the camper. "Boy, what'r you doin' under there?" sez the cop. "Just checkin' the muffler, Officer." sez Wayne. Weber yells "Hey, Don't leave me here!!" He was drunk enough, so they grab him too. They rough 'em and cuff 'em and drag 'em off to jail. They throw Jeff and Weber in the drunk tank but since Wayne was kickin' and screamin' they threw him in with a black guy who had just murdered his wife. Jeff sed all night long he would hear Wayne screaming"Fuckin' Pigs! Let me out of Here!!" Then the sound of his cellmate beating the shit out of him. Over and over. All night long. The next morning they're thrown a baloney sandwich, chained up to prisoners from the State Pen, wrist to wrist, right wrist to the next guy's left wrist, etc. in a long line and taken to court. They're put in a big cell with nothing in it but benches along the 3 walls and a bare toilet in the center. Everybody sits down in a long line. Their makeup is smeared, their dresses are dirty and torn. Wayne's hangs in tatters and he's all black and blue. Hung over. Need a drink. Weber needs to take a shit. He gets up and drags his part of the line to the toilet and starts to pull his pants down. This big black prisoner is cuffed to Weber's right wrist. "Hey!!! What the Fuck are you doin'??" he yells. "Well, when you gotta go, You gotta go!" replies Weber. He sits and squirts. "Fuck!! Man, That Stinks!! You Crazy Motherfucker!!!" screams his wristmate. He was yelling longer and louder when Weber had to wipe. They go to court. The judge looks at these guys in torn dresses and the mug shots from the night before. Shakes his head. $250 each. Bail and Fine. I don't want to see you boys again!" Back at the campground we get the message. Teddy gets enough money out of the band fund and goes to the jail. "That's $250 apiece plus $75 apiece court costs. He only has enough to get two of them out right away so he makes an Executive Decision. Jeff and Wayne are in a Texas jail wearing dresses and the rest of the prisoners are giving Weber lots of room.(He's Crazy!!) Teddy bails Jeff and Wayne out and goes back to get more money. "Hey!! Don't leave me here!!!!" Yells Weber. We bail out Weber and head off to Houston. Houston Austin--Armadillo World Hdqtrs--- Santa Barbara---We had a gig for a weekend at this place just across the railroad tracks from the beach.It was a pseudo-uptown disco type joint but we had a good guarantee and they had a big parking lot to camp in. Jill's camper had a burnt valve , we had the next week off and the weather was perfect. However, the regulars didn't like us and the owner didn't either. Jeffrey made sure that by the end of Sat. nite the boss didn't want to see us ever again. We got paid off and he slammed the door behind us. Jeff and Morgan decided they were going to do the valve job right there in the parking lot so we moved the whole caravan over next to the railroad tracks. The next day the boss came by and was furious but that part of the parking lot belonged to the railroad and there was nothing he could do. That made him even madder. We set up the lawn chairs and the BBQ and hung the laundry out to dry,etc. Morgan ordered up the parts. There was a yard sale up the street-- all you could fit in a bag for $1.Jeff bought a 3 piece white linen suit with dress shirt and tie to use as coveralls and they tore into the motor. Around the corner there was a fish store with shark steaks on sale for 99 cents a pound and down the block was Santa Barbara Winery with a closeout sale on Cabernet Sauvignon for 99 cents a bottle. We was HAVIN" THANGS!!! The bums and hobos would be walkin' down the tracks and we'd hand them a bottle. The party went on for days. All the boss could do was stand in front of his disco and grind his teeth. The valve job was a success and we hit the road.