The DumbVan has rolled into Phoenix, which is so ridiculously hot, we can't quite believe it. there was a bar of unopened chocolate in the van that has turned completely molten. I think if we open it and pour it into a cup it should make some really excellent hot chocolate.
In a few hours we'll be playing our show here, at Modified. And then Sam and Gabe and David and I (Shahzad is flying back) will pile into our trusty van and begin our cross-country trek back to NYC. We're not stopping for anything. Not for gas, urination, food, nothing. Well, maybe we'll stop for an encore viewing of "Nacho Libre" (which we just watched...totally mediocre film made incredibly entertaining by the brilliance of Jack Black). And in fact, we're going just a tiny bit out of our way to stop by the grand canyon (which I've never seen), which we should arrive at around 4 tomorrow morning, right when the sun is starting to come up. Sound nice, no?
And then last night we played in Tucson to, quite literally, four people. But four very lovely and attentive and kind people who made it a real pleasure of a show to play (and you've got to love it when 75% of the people in attendance buy a CD).