tour 3.03
Friday, May 24 1996 Tucson AZ
Cafe Luna Loca w/Milk
Matt - So we go to Tucson and meet a homeless guy named Jerry Barnes and we don’t get to meet his Yaqui. We were in Tucson in the day time desperate to get some gear that was good with the little money we had. Carol started talking to Jerry and then we all drank with him a little in front of a Senior Citizen’s Public Service Center, in a park. He sent the Yaqui to get weed. He said it was “his Yaqui” and we waited in the heat for a while. We put him on our guest list. We played with Milk. A teenage girl loved us.
Carol - Matt drove all the way to Tucson and we were there at least by 11am. we went straight to a music store on Congress Ave and 4th St. or Ave or something. roads seem confusing around here. it turned out to be a fucked up day after all. me & Matt got into a big fight over the money situation. we don’t have any. that’s the root of most of our problems. Arizona sucks. walking down 6th Ave alone this black guy started talking to me. he crept up from behind and asked what i was doing in Tucson. i told him my name was Diane at his request and that i was visiting friends. he asked me if he could visit me in San Francisco. what a loser! he fucked off at last. in the park i was reading Raising Your Cat, a book i bought at some basement record store in an alleyway off of congress, when Jerry Barnes approached me. he said he was 57 years old and he repeated himself constantly. he’s a hardcore alcoholic who had a best friend he called “the Yaqui.” my Yaqui this, my Yaqui that. “the Yaqui” was gonna hook us up with some weed. the park was right outside a senior citizen center. all kinds of crack heads hang out there and Jerry appeared to be the king of all crack heads in that depressing, ugly territory. he gave Zeph $10 to get him some more of a half pint Fleischman’s vodka and a 40.
Jerry liked hanging out with us. he especially dug me because he said i was the first oriental woman he’s ever talked to. although the Yaqui never showed up Jerry kept saying if the Yaqui doesn’t show up it’ll be the first time. “if i tell the Yaqui to kill someone, he’s a DMF,a dead motherfucker!” he kept repeating. yup, Jerry liked me a lot. he even escorted me into the senior citizen center when i had to pee. Jerry was definitely intoxicated. we invited him to our show but none of us knew how to get to the cafe Luna Loca, a real sucky club. Jerry had to split for some beans. the cafe Luna Loca was even lamer than the last time i was here. three bands: milk, Chevy Heston & spiral fix, Andy, that kid’s band. i felt sick all night and very antisocial. we went to the “Tucson’s authentic taqueria”. the only place open around that area. their food was pretty lame. some young kids showed up at the club. mostly all teenyboppers who came to see spiral fix, i didn’t even see them play but they looked pretty horrible.
I’m sick and i wish i wasn’t. it sucks to be sick on the road. i just fell asleep in the van, three nights in a row. we were actually staying at this girl Andrea’s house. but i was too damn tired to get up to move 2 feet. Andrea has a small one bedroom on the 1st floor in one of those small Tucson houses. they have cactuses in their gardens and they look like sagging titties. i truly dislike Arizona. i couldn’t live around deserts. but it does feel exotic.