no, you can’t buy that at bath and body works. i’m writing from an underground hooka bar where we slept last night. it’s called chronictown.

need i say more?

we played state college again, only because the people here are so deprived of live music that they actually enjoy it when we come. no, i’m kidding, we stand alone. still, my statement regarding the dearth of live music in state college remains true, which seems impossible given the fact that enrollment at penn state is around 40,000. how do you concentrate so many young people in such a small area and have no music scene? i suppose it’s the same at its heart as what has happened in omaha, kansas or lawrence, nebraska, except inverted. whatever sparked music scenes in such remote, sparsely populated areas of the country is somehow, against all odds, not present here.

this wasn’t meant to be a diatribe against penn state. so let’s change gears.

jesse and shane, purveyors of hooka, pipes (interpret that noun as you wish), and espresso, are true devotees to rock and roll and those whose make it. as such, they were the best hosts we could have wished for. they opened their coffee bar, stash (of granola bars), and hearts to us without condition. so i’m sitting here typing, drinking coffee, and eating one of those nature valley peanut butter granola bars. quite content. well, except for the fact that the store above this has been making VERY loud banging sounds for the last 4 hours. by the way, it’s 11:30, and we went to sleep after 3:00. whatever. our gratitude remains the same.

oh, it was a fun show. hope you enjoyed it (if present). if not, it’s hoboken tonight, dc friday, and philly saturday. see you there.