Chapter Twenty:     Concerts Ad Infinitum

MELLY registering events from Saturday, July 18 to Wednesday, August 12 --

It seems that as our concert tour continues, our source of narrators dries up. No one is volunteering to describe the eventual boringness of more or less identical concerts played in semi-identical town after town. Go figure.

So instead we present a chronological list of concert dates & locations with occasional notes of interest.

Lots of beach time, good weather. Double week-end concerts. Now free from Disney, we get to do our raunchy songs again.

4-hour drive on spectacular Overseas Highway to perform special (classified) private concert for POTUS Alejandra Ireña Coronada & guests. Cozy little beach town, we rented bicycles.

Daytime concert outdoors, bright and sunny, no surprises.

Just doing our job.

One of the few concerts not sold out, probably because we weren't playing Blues or Jazz.

Yes, this is the kha-rat. Nobody wants to write about it because it's all a repitition: avoid civilians getting a whiff of shyøma, get high, get telepathic, get laid again and again. And yet again.

Anne joined us from Indianapolis, but Shirley couldn't make it so Scott flew to LA and back instead of going to an orgy without her. Nicely done, Scott! Although we missed you.

Nothing much new here. Except maybe the Space Center, which we did.

But this is Texas? Where have all the cowboys gone?

Satisfactory concert, extra sillyness with dancing squatchette fans, kinda rowdy.

Next day we took a little 9-hours detour to Cushing, Oklahoma, where there were currently 23 Native American tribes protesting yet another pipeline project, reminiscent of the Standing Rock conflict a few years ago; including armed military agression against unarmed civilians. (Pokey's special report next chapter).

We came to Roswell to do a free concert mostly for our own amusement, thinking we'd check out Area 51 and see if we can get some Bigfoot/UFO alien interaction happening. Well, no flying saucers showed up, but we had fun anyway, or at least the locals did. There's always been some conspirations theories linking Bigfoot to UFOs, so Addy and our squatchettes were a big hit with that crowd.

Because so many Bigfoot/UFO fans came to Roswell for the free concert we had to hold it outdoors in an open field on the outskirts of town, as arranged by a local "culture" pub, since there wasn't any concert venue in town big enough to contain us all. There were also 5 other local bands playing, so it was all day long. Thousands of Earthlings did show up, so that the whole town was swamped. We never did get an exact body count, just "lotsa people". Our version of Woodstock.

We tried to visit the International UFO Museum, but the crowd wanted to follow Addy, so it was impossible to move round inside the building. We'd considered driving out to "Area 51" just to see if we'd be turned back by Army soldiers-- or even if it really existed --but the traffic jam was hopeless, so we split at sundown.

But otherwise, man, what a bleak little town-- good thing they've got aliens going for them, there's not much else there.

Nobody gets drunk any more. Seems kind of sad.

But not quite yet. That'll be tomorrow; our last stop and grand finalé.