lost 'n' foggy on the great highway.

forever searching, searching for something you'll never find.

peaceful bird lands on your shoulder.

the wind in your hair tonight.

a sound somewhere no one understands but you.

the street seems hot tonight, though I know it's not.

white lights in the distance.

thunder coming minutes later.

you're rip van winkle again this night.

sven.

vw van great highway san francisco california may 2013.

fargo.

dead bundy and the neat neat neats the loft san francisco.

the last show of the tour is tonight in fargo north dakota at the nestor tavern.

good luck, knock 'em dead guys!

see you soon!

sven.

lost in east oakland.

My Field Trip Last Tuesday May 21 To Oakland California To See Dead Bundy And The Neat Neat Neats At Eli's Mile High Club.

   my journey began as we got onto the famous bay bridge, crossing to oakland from san francisco california. it is always an enjoyable experience for me to cross the bay bridge. there is plenty to see as the sky scrapers are slowly left behind and treasure island looms ahead.

   once past treasure island we find ourselves driving next to the new span, which is being built next to the old one. below you can see a glimpse of the new span. it is sad to think of this tired, but majestic old bridge being usurped by the fresh new bridge, oh well, all things must pass (oops the new bolts are bad, it may be a while before we can close the old one).

   

here we are coming into oakland, into the urban wasteland we wheel. through depressed neighborhoods and historic ones we slowly make our way through town...

   here is the beautiful fox theater, where a couple of years ago I was very fortunate to 
see buffalo springfield and gillian welch, wow. 

deeper and deeper we go into oakland,  until finally, we arrive at the bottom of a million freeways, where beneath their tangled shadows...

...lies eli's mile high club in oakland california. 

one of our party gets dropped off, and as the load in begins, the remainder of the group heads over to berkely for dinner...

?!?

?!?

   after some transportation snafus get ironed out we have dinner somewhere in the berkely hills in a (sorry, unknown to me) plain, yet scrumptious italian joint. dinner and drinks being consumed we return (with chris in the trunk again) to eli's for some more drinks and some music...

 the thirsty three are on the bill with dbatnnn tonight (as are another band I didn't see). they were excellent and the drummer is some kinda crazy star. really great.

wonderful patio.

meet me in the lady's room.

our able bar keep.

then the reason we came: dead bundy revved up their rock 'n' roll engines. tonight they play like they mean it and earn the respect of the small but rousing crowd. another success along the long hard road.

good job gents, until next time.

so, farewell to eli's mile high club in oakland california and dead bundy and the neat neat neats and the thirsty three.

sven.

eli's

the thirsty three

dbatnnn

fox

p.s. thanks chris and anna!

yellow windmill.

only a little left.
he was right.
he was right about you.
the more you tried the longer the shadows.
sven.

mission 2b.

well, that sounds pretty good I guess.

some members of dbatnnn at the loft, san francisco california.

sequoia.

giants.

sequoia national park.

sequoia kings canyon

viva freemont street.

If I had hair like this chap I met, I'd dye it pink too. nice fella.

what now?

what now? my love?

the pain and the roots,

or the sky and the frost.

to lay here now. wondering always...

and to bring home carefully the dream of venus.

like an orchid crushed under the hooves of pigs.

or a child who is lost and wonders how long and why.

the blood and the gold mix angrily until the sky tears into pieces...

that night remains forever etched on my mind.

a granite movie of silent shock.

the pirate in me happy and jealous but patient 'till your return.

did you know you left these things behind?

four children.

the paintings.

a dark wooden altar.

and the wine and the bread and the shoes you made...

sven.

hey mom.

hey moms, happy mother's day.

horse heaven hills.

and all the things I left unsaid.
like all the broken glass left in horse heaven hills.
or the pail I left next to the fountains.
and all that I left in it.
you remind me of him...
and too many people who speak needlessly.
and too many nights. without sleeping ever.
or trees that simply die.
like birds that forget how to fly
because they stop to dream.
sven.

roll on forever.

the sea.

were you ever here? 

a breeze blew strong all day.

the air smelled like perfume.

the sky looked like melon.

sven.

silver dreams.

lost now forever.
she brings with the night a rose...
how soon nobody knows,
who's story remains.
sven.

diamond hearts.

there is no more pain from this diamond heart.

the season was winter.

as she turns to the window it begins to rain.

sven.

nederland 1.

now you know what it's like out here.

how long have you lived here?

what do you mean? 

the show must go on.

sven.

(summer 2012. nederland colorado. iphone)

may day late happy.

they were away so long.

the time we spent on the coast.

the ocean breezes, the sunsets.

more beauty then we could bare.

...to bring all this here.

sven.

(gnome 2. april 2013. iphone)