Day Six. Throat Fire.

This entry is coming from the backseat of tiny silver, my Honda civic we are using as transportation on the first leg. I’m currently watching Kyle and Nick “dance it out” as some would say. I-5 is terrifying.

Now down to business. No one has blogged since our Soquel show. We should probably catch up. We have had some wonderful experiences in the last few days. Car sleeping and an impromptu house performance in Davis seem to stand out in this brain of mine.

First things first: Car Sleeping. There is an art to this that we have not yet discovered. Kyle made a woman out of my steering wheel by straddling her Indian style. Classy. Nick propped his ribs up with a can of beans. Trombone cases make wonderful pillows.

By morning we were recharged and headed north to Davis, California. Our Sacramento show had been cancelled, so with no plan, Nick called an old friend who graciously offered us his home for the night. He and his roommates managed to organize an impromptu house performance. The evening started off with a few local musicians throwing down on some bluegrass tunes. Bearkat joined in. Nick Sweet is one glorious bluegrass trumpeteer. The upright and I were reunited. It was a good feeling. A warm and slightly fumbling feeling, but good nonetheless. Following the bluegrass, we played a 45 min Bearkat set. Everyone was so receptive and met us with open ears and hearts. It was beautiful. Nothing will ever be able to beat the feeling of a captivated audience. Needless to say we slept like babies that night. It might have been the whiskey in our blood but I’d like to think it was the warmth of the people. Thank you Davis for showing so much Bearkat love and for having more bicycles than cars.

My throat has started to heal: Honey. Silence. Iced Water. Whiskey.

-Katy (stay tuned kittens).