Easter Sunday in San Francisco. The day starts foggy and then turns lovely in a hurry. Charlie shows us around his home city, and I start to think he’s completely insane for ever leaving….even to vacation. San Francisco is ideal living. I get what the fuss is about.
Charlie’s people show up to Kimo’s and it’s good times all around. We play great. We’re in mid-tour form at this point. It’s starting to feel like this is what we do. It may very well be a cruel return home.