Day : Eastern Washington
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So we arrived at the Kennewick Library and saw a statue of such an unbelievable likeness to Daron that we finally put it together. We FINALLY figured out where Daron came from! Indiana!? AS IF! More like pre-historic Eastern Washington!
That's right, Daron's new nickname is evermore KENNEWICK MAN! Can you PLEASE send him email about it this week?
Backstory: we met at Drew's house at 4:30 this morning. (There IS a 4:30!?) Happily, Drew's mom (the real one, not Jack doing his ear shattering impression of her) made us apple cake that we ate as the sun rose over Yakima, the city also known as "The Palm Springs of Washington." Daron pronounces this town's name as "Yaw-ki-maw," but we quickly schooled him on localspeak, lest we be outed as Western Washingtonians. As long as we don't "SayWA," I think we'll be okay. We played a super fun hour at the Kennewick library this morning and arrived to discover the coolest tour poster we've seen yet... |
LAMINATED!!! They knew how to capture the hearts of teachers- beautiful, beautiful lamination. Around the world, teachers circle around the school laminator seven times before inserting their educational posters or, in this case, tour posters. They speak our language here!
What awesome people here in the sunny side of the state!
Next up was Pasco, an even more fun show than Kennewick, where kids were SCREAMING in the main reading room! At gigs like this, we usually play in library meeting rooms, which are totally controlled environments... playing in the stacks means there are a lot of people at the show by accident, for better or worse. This show was definitely BETTER. After the show, hearing the song "Under My Bed," a smiling, grandmotherly woman approached Drew and said, "I've got nearly forty years on you, but I remember clear as day how hard I worked to keep the monster under my bed from grabbing onto my ankle when I was young."
Seeing the six year old within a ninety year old is a big part of why we love kids' music! |
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After the show, Drew collapsed into the blogosphere. This awesome rug has the coolest typeface of all time. That's it- this rug is now going to BECOME our official typeface- look for it.
"Oh my gosh!"
"There it is!!"
"THE RUG!!! THE RUG!!!"
We played one last show in Prosser. Five forty five: empty. Five fifty: empty. Five fifty five: three people. But sure enough, the good people of Prosser packed our tiny meeting room with energy, even though we were playing at high time for dinner and/or collapsing from heat exhaustion.
Here's a shout out to our friend Ginger Goble, born and raised in Prosser. Kids at school used to camp out on her family's farm here- a lush, green, wellwater-fed utopia of trees catching the wind. An oasis amidst the yellow wrinked hills of our own private Palm Springs.
This is where our blog diverges from John Vanderslice's. It's 7:53 and we're going to bed.
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