Observations of the Pacific Observation Opportunity by TooFastJim
Wednesday 2 October 11:00pm ET - Arrive at The Nebulas secret headquarters 3
hours behind schedule. Band members already on the phone with state police
trying to locate my mangled body and/or car wreckage. I explained that I
had begun the west coast time conversion two weeks prior, so that by
arriving at 11pm, I was in fact honoring my pledge to arrive at 8pm. Oh
well - 4 hours of sleep before leaving for the airport.
Thursday 3 October - After 11 hours of flying and/or layovering (mostly the
latter), The Nebulas arrived in beautiful San Jose, CA, picked up 15-
passenger Chevy van (sorry Feds, no ladder rack on this one), christened it
as the temporary Nebulas Aktion Van & proceeded to find our equipment, the
cases of which were inappropriately handled and in some cases severely
damaged by UPS (see photos).
We had some home-made dinner (beef of some
sort) and some of us headed out for some cocktails and late-night revelry.
Friday 4 October (Zephyr Lounge, Reno, NV) - Van is packed & we're on the
road to Reno, NV and the Zephyr Lounge after a good French Toast breakfast
a stop at Guitar Showcase for some noodling / drooling at vintage gear.
While in Reno, The Nebulas stay on the 23rd floor of the elegant Circus
Circus hotel & casino (but at the suggestion of one four-stringed plank
plucker, prefer to poop at the ultra swank Peppermill casino just down the
Before the show, we picked up our spare reissue Jag (sunburst
finish with gold-plated hardware) from surf fan Doug & headed to the cozy
Zephyr Lounge, after a brief stop at the Spice House to see the C-section
scars sported by the "afternoon" talent.
Opening band at The Zephyr
Lounge were the Pyronauts - I had only recently seen their website & hadn't
heard their sound - strong two guitar, bass & drum lineup with prevalent
Their set was chock full of standard covers (none of which we
play) and a few originals all executed well with intermittent head-banging
from the rhythm guitar player. These guys even have their own guitar picks
as well as a Christmas album.
The Nebulas went on next & proceeded to get
all the kinks out of our equipment and our arms - thanks to the P-nauts for
lending us the reverb tank. Not a bad set overall, but certainly no
indication of what we would come to sound like in the ensuing shows.
Nebulas wardrobe selection: bowling shirts with sweaty names custom
embroidered by Tumblin Dice. After the show, two members departed for breakfast
with a vanload of groupies - Rudy packed up his gear and I sampled
the scotch at the bar before heading back to the hotel to sample the cool
tile floor of the bathroom & echo properties of the toilet bowl.
Gear Stop Counter: 3
(two stops at San Jose/Cambell area guitar/music stores; one stop at Bizarre
Guitars in Reno, where Dano passed up a deal on a '63 Jaguar in great condition
going for 1500 negotiable at the advice of ex-west coaster band members. "Oh dude,
don't waste your time on that. You'll die when you see what's in San Diego...")
Saturday 5 October (The Pit at KFJC with Phil Dirt): Left Reno after Rudy's
request for a breakfast stop at Jack in the Box (who's Jack & why does he sell food out of
his box? He looks like Mr Bill for Christ sakes - who wants to eat food
from some guy made out of modeling clay?).
Headed West on I-80, through
Sacramento, into San Francisco and on a few other highways until arriving at
the legendary Pit at the KFJC studio complex on the campus of The Foothills
College in Los Altos around 4pm.
The Phil Dirt show went well - very hot
in the Pit - bugs coming in through the open door & burroughing into our
nostrils and oral cavities during the performance. Toward the end of the
hour, surf diehards Big Tiki Dude, Baja Marty & Uber-fan Doug showed up to
catch the last few songs, including a broken string, clusterfuck version of
Aside from that, The Nebulas were pleased with the recording of
the show & may even release some excerpts in the future - too early to tell
at this point.
Saturday 5 October (Blue Lamp, Sacramento, CA): After snapping pics with
the inimatable Phil Dirt, The Nebulas are on the road at 7:30pm back up I-80
from whence we came, headed toward the fine capital city of California (and
setting of TV's Eight is Enough) - Sacramento.
As we arrive, Slacktone had
just begun their usual blistering set, so a brief allowance for drool time
was hastily included in the tour schedule.
What's not to say about these
guys - spot on, loud and vigorous.. .and I have to play drums after this??
After Slacktone, Sacramento's own Hypnotic IV took the stage by force in a
bloodless coup of reverb & Gretch & Mosrite intensity (played through blonde
Showmans & Dual Showmens no less) - all with vintage 16mm surf footage
swirling behind them. Clad in black suits with white shirts and black skinny
ties, the H-IV (ok, that abbreviation doesn't look right) - The Hypnotic IV
played great versions of songs found on their live CD, "Too loud, outta tune
and barely gettin' paid," as well as many others.
I don't know about the
gettin' paid part, but they certainly weren't outta tune, and they were just
loud enough for my ever-dwindling hearing capacity.
The Nebulas were next
up & were glad the crowd managed to stay around to see what the fuss was
We made our California debut decked out in our Star Trek uniforms
(the cleanest and dryest they would be all tour) and let 'em have it. This
would be the first of many performances self noted as "best show of the
tour," but we had a great time & played well through the blonde showmans
graciously offered by the host band - we already had Mosrite and Showman
envy so how could we refuse?
Rudy broke a string during T-16 & settled for
using the less-powerful gold-plated spare Jag while someone restrung his
felled comrade. This was one of the longest Nebulas sets of the tour,
clocking in at around 85 minutes and ending with a finger-hurting 4-song
medley...at least two of my fingers were ripped open at this point.
club at 2:12am headed for Casa Surfliner - flophouse of the stars run by
Vicky from the Surfliners- in nearby Davis, CA.
After seeing her massive
collection of Fender basses, guitars and amps, as well as surf music
paraphernalia, checking out her collection of vintage General Motors
automobiles (2 - '59 Chevys and a primo 1968 Olds convertible in sapphire
yellow) and meeting some of her feline friends, we settled in for the
night, but not before TFJ asked Vicky "So exactly which spot on this couch did Catherine from
The Space Cossacks sit on?"
It was Rudy and Dan-O in the house; Eric, myself and our cat allergies in
the confines of the Nebulas Aktion Van - on separate bench seats of course.
Sunday 6 October (Hotel Utah, San Francisco): Left Vicky's at 10:30am and
headed to SF after a brief stop in Vacaville for breakfast at Denny's.
Arrived at the Hotel Utah in downtown San Francisco around 1:30pm
after abusing a few "bus only" lanes on the highway - nothing really going
on here at this point - no activity in the bar, just a lone gunman wearing a
faded Mermen shirt lurking around the entrance. He was soon joined by many
other area surf fans who began to form a line & the club was soon open for
business at 2pm - 4 hours ahead of its usual opening time.
Thrilled to be
going on first, The Nebulas loaded in and set up on the small stage,
elevated between the sunken floor and the low balcony.
Ferenc of Pollo Del
Mar and Pop Mart had an impressive merch table set up to showcase his wares,
as well as those of the Nebulas & Slacktone.
Too hot for flight suits,
Nebulas took the stage in bowling shirts promptly at 3pm in front of a crowd
that would make a Boston bar proud at 11pm on a weekend during playoff
season (you pick the sport). This time I felt we really played well - this
was "the best show of tour" again. Rudy's amp sounded super loud, clean
and crisp; Dan-O had occasional problems with his tank, but overall we were
really sounding tight + surf footage was being shown behind us on a screen.
Finished the set with Redlined/Malaguena/High Tide medley, then encore of
Third Star to the Left.
Pollo Del Mar took the stage soon after & played with
remarkable intensity and passion - as with many bands whose CDs I have
listened to, I
was blown away by the precision of the live performance. I was packing my
gear for the first half of their set, but the drummer's over-the-top-in-5
playing on Mission Impossible was permanently etched in my brain. I swear
one of the best aspects of this tour is being able to see bands that I never
thought I would see - Pollo is a prime example of this. Someone recorded
this show on cassette & I hope to eventually get a copy - great sets by all
After signing some posters and CDs, meeting some great people,
and some old friends-turned-San Francisco-pervert-swingers, I headed back in
to catch Slacktone, who again pushed the limit playing even better than the
night before...if that's even possible, but I swear it happened. I'm really
glad we didn't have to play after them this time.
Among some of the folks
remember talking to: Stretch from the Submersians, members of The Pyronauts
who we played with in Reno, Mark from the Balboas, Shig from Shig and Buzz
& of The Mach IV - also John from the Mach IV & The Berzerkers. Jeff &
Marty also made the trek up from SoCal for their 2nd Nebulas show in as many
days (3 if you include their brief appearance at the Phil Dirt show).
Hotel Utah shortly after Slacktone & headed somewhere else to eat dinner at
Eric's sister's house. Eventually wound up at Nebulas Hilltop
Headquarters - West Coast hereafter referred to as Rancho Relaxo in gorgeous
Corralitos, CA overlooking Monterey Peninsula some 35 miles away.
4 beds, 2 bathrooms - and all with a view (not of the bathrooms) - you just
can't beat it.
Monday 7 October (Ocean Thunder, Monterey, CA): Woke up at 10am & started
sorting our equipment & tattered uniforms under the heat of the sweltering
I reorganized my drums from the hectic loadout the day before while Dan-O
started poking around the insides
of his reverb tank with a soldering iron. I'm not sure if the sizzling was
the tank or the overcooked bacon burnt by Eric...or was it both?? In any
case, I'm not one to turn down free pork products. Whatever was done to
the tank seemed to work - I don't think we had anymore problems with it. (Turns out the transformer
had wiggled loose and in turn cause some of the solder points to break free)
After repacking the van without the clothes (we'd be staying here another
night), we parked it in the shade and commandeered another horseless
carriage from the stables of Rancho Relaxo to cart our pale white New
England asses to the beach in Santa Cruz. After eating at the Train Place
Deli (with model trains buzzing about & thrilling videos of real trains in
action available for viewing and/or purchase), we headed to The Starving
Musician in Santa Cruz for Nebulas Gear Stop #4 - no medically necessary
purchases, but I picked up a used but never used Pearl P-100
BD pedal for $40 (a good price) just in case, Eric got a plank-flattering
pearl pickguard that makes his bass look almost as cool as Dan's (yours is
nice, too, Rudy), and Dan got a tiny, AM radio sounding amp, so he wouldn't
have to unpack his large amp just to tinker with his tank in the future.
We then headed to Steamer Lane - famous Santa Cruz surfing spot included in
the beginning of Endless Summer - for a look around at the Worlds First
Surfing Museum located in a lighthouse there- saw statue of Duke Kahanamoku.
Then it was to the beach for a cold water ball freeze followed by some nerf
football as played by sunburned surf nerds. At 5:30, it was back to
Rancho Relaxo & then on to Monterey for the big show at Ocean Thunder - our
first of five with The Infrareds. I loaded the drums through the gradually
increasing crowd to the patio area in back & began to set up; the rest of
the Nebulas stowed their gear in the front for easy stage access. Then The
Infrareds hit the stage. I remember hearing some of their CD they released
as a trio a few years ago, but now they had Derek - the Farfisa Compact /
Mosrite- wielding maniac playing through either a Showman or - his personal
favorite - the Gibson Titan - joining Rory, Keegan and Matt for total
onstage mayhem and insanity which left a stunned Nebulas speechless with
freshly grown tails of glee - "oh shit," we thought, "now we're going to
have to really work hard every night to keep up with these crazy f*cks" And
it proved to be true - these guys absolutely rawked every single night with
unbridled enthusiasm and antics & still had enough juice left over to go
completely apeshit during our sets, particularly during "Nebula One" and
"Vendetta." We were planning on about an 80% intensity level for a
Monday night show in Monterey (that's what The Nebulas Touring Manual
recommended), but after being blown away by The Infrareds, we had to jack it
up to about 110- Rudy told me, "I had better live up to my name." Donning
flight suits for the first time on the tour, The Nebulas hit the stage for
the fifth time in four days - phasers on "kill" for the full-on one hour
set. We played "Cecelia Ann" by request for Strech Reidle from the
Submersians who came out again after seeing us the day before. My finger
was ripped through three layers of skin, so I patched with duct tape
midset - Rudy broke a string during Da Kat, but made a great recovery.
Back to Rancho Relaxo for the last time & last good night's sleep of the
tour, but not before stopping at Jack in the Box for some late night shit
burgers at Rudy's insistence. The Nebulas stayed up for awhile, tinkering with the computer
trying to update the website & looking at digital pictures, downloading some ProN, read some good
reviews of our earlier shows and looked at the stars, which from the
geologic vantage point of Rancho Relaxo looks better than any astronomy show
I've ever seen on TV. I heard coyotes, so I went back in.
Tuesday 8 October (Club Fred, Fresno, CA): 3 hour drive to Fresno from
Corralitos - up a couple of big hills & then flat the whole way. It didn't
seem like much goes on in Fresno except for drinking and fighting (unless we
missed something), but it looks like a nice place to get gas between
Sacramento and Bakersfield.
Got a room at the Motel 6 that only had two
towels - the office didn't have anymore - yeah we'll leave the light on for
you, but you can forget about extra towels you dirty sons of bitches. Good
thing we swiped towels from the last hotel we stayed at.
Club Fred was a
pretty sizeable venue, but as with any tour, there has to be at least one
scheduling conflict - this time the club failed to cancel a lame open mic
night as promised by the club owner. Of course the lesbian bartender had
something going on with the little-freak-that-hates-her-own-life host of the
open mic night, so despite Rory's efforts the open mic was to go on as
planned. We thought the open mic would draw more people to fill the club,
but as it turned out, the Infrareds were the ones that drew a substantial
crowd & not the open mic people. So the Infrareds played a quick 30-40
minute set before yielding the stage to the gay dog poets for an hour, but
not before taking a survey of who in the crowd was there to see the surf
bands vs the miserable open-ass mic contestants - the crowd was much more
vocal in favor of the surf bands - thanks to Rory and his friends for that,
as most of those people hung around to check out The Nebulas.
steamed after sitting through some pretty lame poetry, spoken word and
casio-keyboard-accompanied ranting, The Nebulas took the stage in bowling shirts and
angrily unleashed hot fury on the crowd. Right from the start, I had a
double-dose of lead guitar in my left side - one from the amp; the other
from the monitor which had nothing but lead guitar. After throwing the
monitor aside, my bass drum started walking away. Eventually, Eric had to
tame his tendancy to jump, instead holding my drum in place with his foot
during Surf Party.
Still a good set, despite being angry - what the songs
lacked in precision, they made up for in outright aggression & still
resulted in a good show. Infrareds Matt again got out of control during
Vendetta. Thanks to Tom from the Neptunes for checking us out. Back to
Motel 6 - the sooner we got to bed, the sooner we could leave Fresno.
Dano: 1 vintage guitar strap, three strings
Rudy: two strings
TFJ: 1 collapsible floor tom, 8 layers of hand-skin
Wednesday 9 October (Lava Lounge, Hollywood, CA): Ate at Jack in the Box
again (at Rudy's insistence...again. What is it with this guy and JitB?) on the way out of Fresno - then on to Bakersfield and over the
Grapevine to Hollywood. Arrived at Sunset Blvd. mid afternoon and went to
several guitar/music stores - at least 5 different ones, which would bring
the Nebulas Gear Stop total to around 9. Great vintage guitar/amp room at
the Guitar Center as well as a few other stores. After watching the
hookers for awhile, we got a room for $100 less than a block away from the
club at the Day's Inn - ate at Subway, then Dan-O went to a Cyber Cafe to
ostensibly check email and/or the website. He returned to the room with
reports of more good reviews from past shows, which got us all pysched to
lay it down at the Lava Lounge later than night.
Dusty arrived at around
7pm & took us to Amoeba Records - a huge record store with a surf section &
just about everything else where we unloaded our wallets on some cool stuff.
Then it was off to Pinky's Diner where some of us ate more (not me) & then
over to the club where the Hawaiian music duo was just beginning. After
them, The Volcanics took the stage wearing almost-matching blue cardigans &
looking very similar to the Finks except for the color of the sweaters.
rocked the Lava Lounge with some cool & very obscure trad surf & originals -
it was a great surprise to have them on the bill. The club really began to
fill up & random, non-scientific head counts conducted by independent fans
attendance between 70-100 at various times of the night, which in that small
tiki venue, really fills the room out. Since a few people were anxious to
see us and couldn't stay out too late on a Wednesday, The Infrareds let us
go on after The Volcanics, which we found out 2 or 3 songs before the end of
their set - meaning super quick set up for us.
The Nebulas took the stage
next, dressed in our slightly damp Star Trek uniforms & had another great
show - this one probably was the best of the tour, at least equal to the
previous Sat/Sun & Mon shows. The drums stayed in place & since the guitar
players changed to heavier gauge strings, none seemed to break - which was
good because they stopped using the less-powerful spare Jag.
in tonight's crowd - Big Tiki Dude, Ted from The Detonators, Dano Nichols
from the Dynotones, Art from Musick Records, Dusty on his day off &
countless others, including, as we found out later, William Shatner's
personal assistant who was taking some Polaroids. I'm sure ol' Bill will be
relieved to pull his head out of a scotch bottle to see someone as fat as he
is now wearing a shirt that he wore 35 years ago.
Highlight of this show
was being joined on stage by original Nocturnes sax player Jim Frias for
"Third Star" & "Journey to the Stars" - superfast version of the latter.
The Infrareds then took the stage & kicked it up a notch - if that's even
possible for them. Another killer version of The Bomboras "Organ Grinder,"
as well as some new additions to their set including Diamond Head and Squad
Car, which until tonight, they had not played. Halfway through, Rory
broke a string, so our very own Rudy Rodriguez took the stage & they blew
through another great rendition of Journey to the Stars. After the show,
dined with Big Tiki Dude and Mr Frias at Mel's Diner for breakfast.
Thursday 10 October (The Tiki House, Pacific Beach, CA) - Left LA late in
the am after eating at Denny's and stepping on my sunglasses (not destroyed
just in need of repair).
Arrived at the San Diego State University campus
around 2pm - two hours early for our interview with Clint Beachwood on his
"A Day at the Beach" show. We sat on the steps of the main campus area
without any "music to watch girls by," but enjoyed ourselves just the same.
We were on the radio show from about 4-5pm with myself answering most
of the questions put forth by Clint and special guest host, Big Tiki Dude.
The rest of the band was relatively silent through the interview except the
occasional burst of laughter at my stupid one liners that were either
ignored or not perceived by the host.
Big Tiki Dude brought along some good
7" singles of The Ghastly Ones, Huntington Cads, Satan's Pilgrims & more as
well as a new CD-in-the-works from The Insect Surfers.
We headed for The
Tiki House at Pacific Beach and found good parking after 2 passes around the
bar - then headed for dinner across the street. San Diego's own Creepy
Creeps joined the bill for this show & went on 2nd after another great set
by The Infrareds. Creepy Creeps used a lot of fog, green lights and some
scary gogo dancers mixed with a white trash monologue "we're from Arkansas,
Despite the cool name of the bar, and their cool
tshirts, the venue was not best suited to live entertainment - smaller than
the Lava Lounge with a covered pool table right in the middle of floor in
front of the stage really acted as a barrier between the bands and the
crowd - all bands, especially the Creepy Creeps really need a bigger stage
and viewing area to be their best - although we managed to get a good
recording of our show, which despite everything else, wasn't too bad.
Another hasty retreat out of the bar with equipment being haphazardly thrown
into the van & on to Ocean Beach where we would be staying for the next two
Friday 11 October (California Club, San Diego, CA): Woke up around lunch
time and had "breakfast" at Hodad's - I was hungry so I tried the double
burger which was so much meat and fixins that I just made a mess and didn't
get much in my mouth.
Then it was into a few surf and clothing shops and on
to the beach. On the way home, I saw a gigantic cockroach in the grass on the side of the road.
Naturally, I had to kill it! Turns out it wasn't a roach after all...I had smashed a pile of dog poop.
So the band forced
me to return to the town to replace my Chuck Taylors - at the inflated Ocean
Beach price of $37.00 (low cut Chuck Taylors should run about $25 under
normal conditions). So I bought the new ones, but refused to throw the
others out, instead waiting for the feces to dry and, when the others weren't looking...scraping it out with
the sole key to the van.
"Here you go Rudy, here's the van key back".
Anyway, on to the California Club/Lucky Lady,
which was a bar / poker hall. We did not have high expectations for this
venue, but were pleasantly surprised to find a large, swankly-decorated room
with a big stage.
We arrive early and loaded our gear in - programmed some
Sabbath in the juke box & began to play pool. The other bands arrived & we
got our drink tickets, which Dano began building paper airplanes with while
I kept throwing my hard-earned cash at the bar for booze.
The Infrareds went
on first - this time decked out in red Elvis suits with devil capes - &
really took it to the limit again. We were hoping to just wear white
tshirts and black pants, but instead of being outdone by the devil capes, we
pulled our still-soaked-from-Wednesday Star Trek shirts out again for the
last time of the tour & played another good set of the hard & fast
variety - so fast in fact, that my floor tom fell over midset - thanks to
my Uncle Travelling Matt from the Infrareds who took a break from his antics
to come on stage & fix it.
Creepy Creeps went on last & were infinitely
better tonight than they were the night before - they were really in their
element being on a bigger stage + they did away with the white trash speak &
just rocked out.
After getting kicked out of the parking lot at 2am by the
bar management (fearing another visit by the cops), we declined an
invitation to TJ by The Infrareds & headed back to our Ocean Beach digs.
Saturday 12 October (Suzy's, Hermosa Beach, CA): Woke up late & hungry in
Ocean Beach - some burnout tried to jack Dan's bag of dirty laundry - which
was so heavy that the perp had to abandon when Dan gave chase leaving his
dirty drawers a bit dissheveled but intact nonetheless.
Got the hell out of
Diego for what seemed like a quick trip back up to Hermosa. Stopped at
Guitar Center in Hermosa (Gear Stop #10) & then headed to GoBoy for a raid
on their surf section.
As it turns out, the store was already sold out of
Nebula One - which we had given them 10 copies a few months earlier. We
left them a few more to fill out their recently-ravaged surf section &
headed to another guitar shop (GS #11) and then to Fatburger for dinner.
On to Suzy's in Hermosa where we arrived early - another beer and wine only
bar, but I somehow managed to get a margarita, which was basically tequila
with a lime & some salt mixed with water. Shortly thereafter, The
Detonators arrived including Billy Blast-Off in his RV as well as members of
Chum and The Fabulous Planktones.
The Planktones took the stage first after
"comedy hour" that took 90 minutes - whatever - it was the last night & we
were too tired to get pissed off at unfunny comedy.
The Planktones were
really great - alot more trad than I expected, but talent & finesse
abounded. Great versions of The Fugitive, Music to Watch Girls By and
Caravan - complete with a great drum solo.
The Detonators decided to inject
some hawaiian spirit into the night by bringing hawaiian leis and beach
balls - beach balls are fun until people start getting hit in the head &
drinks start getting smashed & spilled - wouldn't be bad if the bar replaced
the drinks for free, but such was not the case. Bad Billy.
took the stage next & rocked to a mix of covers and originals - I was
outside during most of their set replacing the shatter-resistant bulb in my
bass drum, so
the light of The Nebulas would shine proud for the last show, but my overall
impression was good - I think I heard Mr. Moto and Penetration at various
points of their show.
Because the comedy hour dragged on later than
usual, it had a delayed reaction throughout the night, leaving us with a
short set - I remember saying to someone that tonight's Nebulas set would
make even the shortest Bomboras set seem like a 3-hour Bruce Springsteen
concert. Fortunately, many of the people in the crowd wanted to see what
these non-hawaiian shirt wearing East Coasters were all about, so they hung
As promised, we played a quick & furious set ending with a
disastrous version of Third Star - train wreck ending with broken strings -
a violent sounding finale to a great tour. A great night for merch sales
after our show - people were stoked.
Big Tiki Dude, Baja Marty, super fan
Doug and Benny from the Volcanics all made it out to the show, as did Mel
Spinella from GollyGee Records, who, after hearing our live rendition of The
Supertones "Torque Wrench," decided to use our recorded version as the
opening cut on his forthcoming Supertones Tribute / Modern Surf Band
Spotlight - well golly gee - thanks Mel, we shore do appreciate that.
the road again for the 90 minute drive through LA to Oxnard, CA to spend the
night at Rory's sister's swank bachelorette pad.
Sunday 13 October / Monday 14 October: we headed back to San Jose /
Campbell area to pack our clothes and prepare our gear for shipping the next
On Monday we made the final Nebulas Gear Stops (#12 and #13 at the
original Starving Musician and a repeat visit to The Guitar Showcase) as
well as 2 or 3 record stores.
I wound up coming home with 14 or 15 new surf
CDs, adding considerable weight to my carry on baggage. Packed dirty
clothes inside my floor tom for the trip home to reduce the weight of my
Rudy was stopped at airport security for carrying a
device known as a 1965 blackface reverb tank - I guess the knife he forgot
to take out of his carry on got the nice officers interested in his
After all was said & done, the tour was an incredible
financial and public relations success, not to mention one hell of a good
time. Look for The Nebulas to return to the left coast sometime next year -
without a doubt.
Just don't look too hard for us in Fresno, because we
won't be there - no offense to any Fresnoids out there.