Hidden Under the Hidden Tour Events (as told by ECS.) in ascending chronological order (jump to latest update ) low energy tour • 18 July 2002 Portland OR, PDX, 1030am - wake up real early, pick up DanblackoutS and the girls of Boy Skout. Boy Skout is HOT! Love Nest Monster, 2pm - learn and write parts for RollingblackoutS songs; 5pm - my friend Michael comes by, touches a keyboard, and instantly becomes Rollingblackout #10, (he plays the first 2 shows with us); 6pm - I write a second guitar part for RollingblackoutS cover of Spirit Lake, an old YPY song. Dan doesn't like the part. I propose we fight on stage during this song. It gets cut from the set list. Maybe Dan knows I might really punch him. HA HA HA HA; Matador, 11pm - some guy slams a glass on a table in front of Dan. we are weirded out; Shanghai, 12 am - our old friends Italia and Deena are running laps around downtown for beers. we are again weirded out; Magic Gardens, 1am - the strippers are gross, the patrons are creepy. we are soooo over Portland. • 19 July 2002 Portland OR, Love Nest Monster, 5pm - RollingblackoutS practice, I realize at some point that I've got a huge crush on China, the newest member of Boy Skout, even though she has a girlfriend. Typical me, diving right into a totally hopeless situation... 12am - Junior Panthers vow to never again play Medicine Hat, after being paid in cigarettes. • 20 July 2002 Portland OR, 2pm - Boy Skout yells at Dan for waking up late. HA HA HA HA HA HA; 330pm - drive to Olympia. I subtly flirt with China a little bit, that makes me happy; Olympia WA, 5pm - There's a lake fair, complete with parading boy skouts (hee hee). We check out a record/used clothing store and walk around; 9pm - Dan asks me to sound check, then yells at me to be quiet when I begin to sing. I tell him I can't keep up with his insane manic behavior; 930pm - I trick China into being my best friend in exchange for a pack of cigarettes. wha ha ha ha (evil laughter) • 21 July 2002 Portland OR, PDX, 630am - take Boy Skout and Dan to the airport. I'm sad to see Boy Skout go, they're all super super cool... 9pm - on the road, the moon is dancing behind spooky clouds; Shari's, Albany OR, 11pm - give up after waiting 10 min. to order, get a chicken pita at Jack in the Crack; 230am - lightning storm over Mt. Shasta (awesome); 5am - pretty sunrise south of Redding CA (check the pictures...); (took a few pix on the way through Berkeley too...) • 22 July 2002 SF, DuNord, Hoot Night, 930pm - Hidden Under disallowed to play (although I still played w/ RollingblackoutS). Dan said I was confirmed, when actually, he just "figured it would work out." Eric Shea said maybe next Monday. I might have to really kick Dan's ass. No, really. 11pm - Leslie BoySkout shows up, I give her presents for the whole band. But really, I just gift wrapped some stuff they left in my car, a belt and a cymbal! HA HA HA HA HA (I amuse myself). China's gift is another pack of cigarettes, further solidifying best-friendness. :^) • 23 July 2002 Cupertino CA, 730pm - chillin at my old hangout, Coffee Society. 18 months after I moved to Portland, all the same people are still here, and they seem to be telling the same stories too... San Jose CA, 1150pm - San Jose is still weird. people are making sexual jokes about scotch tape, just because I'm carrying it around to put up posters??? 12am - the requisite tour vehicle breakdown: bad fuel injector. I got it going, and made it back to Your Precious Patrick's house, but I have to get up early and take it in. :^( • 24 July 2002 Your Precious Patrick's house, 10am - wake up to Patrick's roommate Abby telling me that she still feels drunk after puking all night. She doesn't seem to notice the huge wet spot on the front of her pants as she falls face-first on the couch. Hmm. 1015am - drop off car, get ride back from silly hippie dude who seems to live in his van with his dog; 12pm - subtle flirting with girl that works at Pizza Depot; 4pm - car is fixed. yay! CW Saloon, SF, 10pm - tough room, but a few fans make it worth it. • 25 July 2002 Oakridge Lanes, 3pm - Patrick again fails to receive the bowling ball bag he purchased, because the Pro Shop is closed for the day. The help proves themselves unhelpful, saying he should know the hours (12-630: 3pm is in there, right?), or that he should call ahead (but when he asks for a business card, he's told they're locked up in the Pro Shop!) San Jose, Plant 51, 10pm - good night with the music. Xiu Xiu is rad! - and bleak. 1145pm - piggies surround the club, and a ghettobird circles above. I guess RollingblackoutS are fuckin shit up again!! falling asleep, 4am - I think all I ate today was a donut w/ chocolate milk. Oopsie. • 26 July 2002 Shoreline Theaters, 11pm - go to Austin Powers w/ Your Precious Patrick and our old friend Tommy and our new friend Ellen, the theater smelled like a sumo wrestler took a dump on a burning tire; 1am : 5am - sittin around, laughin, tellin jokes like a bunch of girls in the schoolyard. • 27 July 2002 6pm - why do I let Patrick talk me into eating KFC?? ugh. watch some baseball and just chill; SF, DuNord, 10pm - Dora Flood, The Out Crowd have their best show all summer!! ...talk to lots of old friends, dance with Sarah Jane a little bit, totally fun... • 28 July 2002 San Jose, Jack in the Box, 5pm - guy tries to charge me $7.55 for a milkshake. My response: "Noooooo..." and a laugh; Santa Rita Sounds, 10pm - help to record some vocals for the upcoming Your Precious You album. • 29 July 2002 930am - wake up far too early so Patrick and I can spend the day in Carmel with 4 beautiful Slovakian girls, Yanna, Yanna, Anna, and Mirka. My nose is sunburned, but I don't seem to care about that, learning some Slovak words, but having trouble remembering them. • 30 July 2002 - run errands around town, watched some baseball, that's about all I remember • 31 July 2002 - Patrick puts in his new lawn; after waking up from our naps, Patrick and I chill out with friends Layla and Raye • 01 August 2002 8pm - play a cool outdoor show at good ol' Coffee Society, 11pm - have a terrific time dancing at good ol' Popscene, meet a super cute girl named Sylvia. Hoping to see her again on Saturday... • 02 August 2002 5pm - watch the Giants run around like idiots on the base paths... what are they doing?! 815pm - arrive at my dad's house to hang out, but the house is empty. ?? Great. Even my dad doesn't like me anymore. :^( 830pm - dad shows up, we watch The Others. whoo, creepy. • 03 August 2002 8pm - delicious home-cooked meal; 930pm - Sylvia calls, says she'll meet me at The Werepad for friend Camille's show; 11pm - Camille invites me to play a song! :^) 12am - Camille rocks The Werepad, Sylvia never shows. :^( come along tour • 04 August 2002 2pm - wake up, feel a cold coming on. how awesome is that? 5pm - pound a bunch of vitamin C, echinacea, and zicam; 930pm - see Kyle, Bobby, and Calvin in SF. very nice show. looks like I only get to play at the campsite shows, though. oh well. still good seeing those guys, and singing along and stuff... cool crowd too. 1am - ice cream sundae should defeat the sniffles, right? choc. ice cream, fresh banana and strawberries, and 5 oz. of hershey's syrup. I'm gonna miss this well-stocked fridge when I'm out at the campgrounds... oh yeah, and Sylvia never even called back. Is she thoughtless like that?? huh... • 05 August 2002 all day - sick in bed. • 06 August 2002 1pm - force myself to get up and get going. done having the cold. Santa Cruz, 330pm - thrift shopping; 8pm - Kyle wows 'em with the ol' lights off, everyone crowd around with one flashlight routine... 1am - on the road, receive a phone message from Sylvia. hmm. Too late to call. 230am - can't find Plaskett Creek. The info center doesn't have good maps outside for some lame reason, so I sleep on the roadside and find a better map in the am. • 07 August 2002 Plaskett Creek, 11am - find a site, take a few pictures... 2pm - when asked to credit our money towards a bigger site, the campground host yells out, "Ow... pain in my butt!" and grabs his own ass for dramatic effect; 3pm - almost totally over my cold, write a new song for the tour, called "Come Alongers" (lyrics). 11pm - I wow the campers with the song I wrote only hours earlier, while a dozen come alongers pile into one little tent for warmth (campfires not allowed). • 08 August 2002 Los Osos, 1am - new sport: downhill sleeping. our site is a little bit on the slopey side... 130am - some poor fella in the site next to ours is having nightmares, moaning loudly. he sounds like Barney from the Simpsons saying, "oh hi. oh hi again." ...more pictures • 09 August 2002 San Luis Obispo, 5pm - Damn. SLO is the land of the teenage armtest. (explanation here) I've never seen such a high success rate. They all look like party girls though. This town is naughty too! Check out this picture of me at a place called "Johnsons for children." Omigod, that's sick (like in a bad way). And... I went into a bar to use the bathroom, and there were all these tiny flies buzzing around, and there was no TP either, and I had to wipe with ass gaskets (toilet seat covers). There's some very scantily clad girls, too, stripper-scant, I'm thinking. Turns out it was a strip club! Jeez, it didn't even say anywhere... and I was thinking the theater next door was porno, cause the marquee says XXX. But I guess it's some Hollywood action flick with that Vin idiot... 11pm - Kyle has to shout down some druggy hecklers. Vibe control saves the day once again! • 10 August 2002 Los Osos, 11am - Hidden Under the Hidden fanbase is my buddy Stephen, who let me shower and sleep. ...his asshole roommate says, "I don't know who you are, but it's time to ship out." Boy, I can't remember the last time I woke up to noise like that. Also meet some more girls. Check the pictures; 10pm - play scrabble with Sara Sparkle and Amanda Sparkle at the show - fun! Also, big thanks to the good people at 2 Dogs Coffee in SLO for their internet access and iced mocha chais! 2am - some dude with a group of girls points at me and screams, "Kurt Cobain! Dude - I thought you were dead!" I reply by raising my arms and intoning, "I'm back. Bring your girls and follow me..." They walk away, obviously creeped out. Oh well, I'll get 'em next time. • 11 August 2002 Los Osos, 230pm - pulled over by the pigs, checked for DUI. Jeez - I guess SLO really is a party town; Ventura, 6pm - this campsite is just a bunch of cul de sacs and dirt. We must be near L.A. The only wildlife here is the margarita soaked- middle aged "girls night out" in space 44. There aren't even birds! Well, there's one seagull circling around, but I think it's a robot bird, put there to reduce creepiness. 8pm - Hidden Under the Hidden Under performance interrupted by old man with a flashlight and a attitude. "There's two ways we can do this," he barks, "You can be quiet, or I can get the ranger." When Bobby Birdman asks him what time it is, he says, "The other campsite. That's what time it is." I continue playing guitar quietly while telling him we will think about moving down to the beach, and that he's welcome to join us. When I try to sell him a CD, he lets out a laugh of frustration, and leaves. 11pm - Come Along show ends with fireworks over the ocean. ooh, aah. 1130pm - Kyle points out that people standing near the dimly lit bathroom looks creepy, like old men lurking near grade schools. Today's pictures include that + surfing. • 12 August 2002 Malibu, 8pm - terrific come along show: good crowd, good tunes, glowing phospherescent waves, shooting stars... some pics from the show; 11pm - feeling clever, I tell a sweet, unassuming girl that I am "immune to karate". She laughs. • done coming along - head to Sunnyvale to work on Your Precious You recordings • 13 August 2002 hang out in Santa Monica, and then sleep in Big Sur • 14 August 2002 11pm - go to karaoke with my Slovakian friends, and DanblackoutS, and Your Precious Patrick. Yanna and I joke about obtaining her some citizenship. • 15 August 2002 5pm - go with Your Precious Patrick to drop off stuff at Goodwill - they won't accept the bag of hangers, so we throw it in a cardboard only dumpster; the can recycling center is closing, so now we're driving all over town with a big trash can full of diet coke cans swaying around in the back of the VW truck. Then some sexy young Mexican girls start flirting with us in Safeway, and flash us as we're leaving the parking lot! The cart retriever dude is totally laughing at us and saying, "aw man..." (Did I mention the girls are quite young?) 1130pm - see Sylvia at Popscene. She invites me to sit in her lap. Obviously, I do not refuse. pics • 16 August 2002 1pm - wake up; 4pm - take a nap; 10pm - go to a party, then a bar, with our lovely Slovakian friends; 2am - back to bed. Rough day, huh? • 17 August 2002 6pm - Boy Skout plays in the Mission (SF). Several very cute pictures of the girls, and of me with the girls, are lost when some dickhole steals my camera. I think Fate has filled it's tour obligations... car failure, illness, meeting great people, hecklers, public nudity, and now thugs stealin' shit. 12am - go to a party, get tired, go home. The DJ was pretty good though. • 18 August 2002 5pm - we drive a hot tub down the freeway from Ace's house to Patrick's. chunks of foam insulation fly off and hit other cars. 11pm - brush up on some Slovak vocab with the sexy Slovakian girls; 2am - dobru noc (good night). • 19 August 2002 1pm - go through a lot of YPY archive tapes; 10pm - play cards with our beautiful Slovakian friends - we catch each other cheating a lot. • 20 August 2002 11pm - go hang out with our wonderful Slovakian friends some more; 1am - our old friend Etinyin (eh-tee-yen) drops in from Paris. • 21 August 2002 11pm - write a song in Slovak. terrible grammar, I'm afraid. probably sounds retarded... hopefully Yana Kova can help me make sense. • 22 August 2002 San Jose, 11pm - we hang out with Peka and Kova and some other buddies, Danny and Caroline Cong. • 23 August 2002 10am - Peknikova is late, after making a big deal about being there right at 10. Kova and I give her grief about it. The three of us spend the day thrift shopping and eating pizza in Santa Cruz, laughing and joking all day. It is such a high level of humor. • 24 August 2002 130pm - wedding reception for my friend Efa. Much socializing with old friends. My dad scolds me for eating a cupcake before the official cake-eating time. Wow I am such an effective anarchist. HA HA HA HA; 8pm - fall asleep during Raiders/Niners game; 1145pm - drive home to Portland. the trash can full of diet coke cans is still in the back of Patrick's truck. heh heh (see 15 August)