Scott here. I'm writing this while sitting in our Chrome Pie tour bus, currently parked at the Forest Family's Hacienda near Monroe, Washington. S&F was nice enough to invite CP to play a concert with them just before a Full Moon, so here we are. Of course, there's no way we could refuse such an offer, knowing what we do about Full Moons, so we gathered our crew and drove up North from LA, arriving two days ago. It is now one day since we've played our perhaps final Chrome Squatch Concert, this one outdoors at the Evergreen State Fairgrounds. And now there's just one more day until the Moon does it's magic trick. Do I sound impatient? Hooked on something? Can't help it. We just gotta get through one more whole day-- all the way to sundown --until the kha-rat! Our Friday concert went well, although without our beloved squatchettes, to avoid shyøma problems, since they were already smelling pretty potent by then. So much that we've had to start eating those little blue flowers. But mostly we are just plain overjoyed to be here: I mean, we CP folks all wanted to: (A) visit our S&F pals and hang out at Hacienda Forest for a while, including (B) daily visits to their famous Naked Lake. Also to put on a (C) concert all together again. And (D) to experience at least one more kha-rat orgy! Actually, that alone would justify us driving all the way up north from LA to here. We arrived Thursday and have been partying ever since, taking a little break to squeeze that 2½ hour concert in on Friday, but otherwise mostly out at the lake, since the summer weather is still happening way up here in the GPNW. We've met most of the Forest family and associates before, so it was all hugs and hi! picnic and beer. Oh, and playing more music. Adam and Mike had obviously missed each other and playing ranchero guitar together. Charlie and I took our ladies along, Shirley and Anne, but no kids this time (for an obvious reason) It also feels kind of cozy to be writing in the good old AooE Document again, I've fallen out of the habit since we haven't been interacting with Adam and his unending life's-journal every day for a while now. But it's easy enough to get back into it, like I'm doing now. Maybe we Chrome Pie folk should keep a travel journal of our own, although it feels like maybe a few years too late now. Charlie and I should've started a chronical when we first met, years ago. Adam's document goes back to the very day Art and Elaine rescued an orphaned Bigfoot child from the woods, now more than 20 years ago. Actually, our Chrome Squatch Concert Tour officially ended only three weeks ago, so it still feels more like a nice little vacation than any kind of permanent break-up. And here we are, on the road together again-- all the way from the Hacienda to Monroe (7 miles!), camping in convoy and having a good time. Sort of like being back to normal. Especially awaiting our third kha-rat together, everybody ready to fall in love all over again. Of course, there's no way we could possibly have had a genuine kha-rat without shyøma from at least one female Nokhon to inspire us and we just don't happen to have even one measly squatchette in our CP band any more. That Adam guy took 'em all with him. I don't think any of us wrote anything in the document about our 2nd kha-rat orgy at the end of July, maybe because we were all shy about being so uncontrollably horny all over again, or maybe just because there was nothing new we could say about it-- except that Lee and Bunny were with us that time. Otherwise it was just fuck fuck fuck. The telepathic squatch newsletter sorta goes over our heads. Tomorrow's kha-rat at the Hacienda should be quite different. And maybe nothing less than fantastic. For one thing, it'll be happening in the historical Mother's Meadow instead of us needing to find some out-of-the-way hiding place for 20 of us and our whole convoy (1 truck and 2 busses). For another, there should supposedly be about 20 other squatches interacting, 14 of them being female (including our two favorite squatchettes, Magga and Masnia) which should give the shyøma-effect a real kick. Also more humans than just us his time, women and men: Adam's parents, Art and Elaine; Melly's dad Doug, the Sinsley guys, the Hippie Mailman, others. Not to mention all the dogs and cats and horses and chickens that inhabit the Hacienda, who I'm told seem to enjoy being around folks tripping on shyøma, not that I think there might be any perversions going on, all the sex should be quite proper and dignified. And fun fun fun. Otherwise, I don't feel a need to say more about all the anticipated grunting and grinding to come, except that I do expect that we will all be satisfied.
Instead, I want to tell how the last month has been for us in Chrome Pie without you guys. You know, it's funny, we all met because S&F was going to be our intro band at that concert in Seattle. We were the Big Name, you guys were the lucky hang-ons getting a career boost from associating with a class act like us. Now it feels all switched around. I hope that doesn't sound like we're jealous, because we're not. We can easily accept that Adam is a super-superstar. He just IS, no way around it: he's like Elvis or Michael Jackson or Taylor Swift, only bigger and hairier. It was great for us to grab onto his coattail and go on that ride. We all learned a bunch of good songs, borrowed some, wrote some. We've only done one CP concert since you saw us last-- in Fresno, California. Yes, Mike/Miguel deSanto's home town; a real hell-hole according to him, although we had a nice time anyway, us being best buds with a local boy. In fact, it was a glorious success... well, pretty good at least. Especially for Mike, the conquering hero come home. As you might know, Mike spent most of last month in Mexico City cutting a flamenco guitar album, missing "his" girls awfully, but respecting the squatch tradition of applying his unspilt erotic energy (horniness) into musical magic. He says he believes it worked; he's recorded a pretty exciting album anyway. Looks like it might even get to be a big hit in the Latino music world. I'd argue it's actually more classical than flamenco, but I don't really know what it should be called; the album's got a pretty unique sound. Including two of Adam's Mexicano songs translated into Spanish, which they are releasing as singles. Yes, they still have singles in the Latino Music universe, which is huge, so there might be some money in it for Mike. I'm not really into traditional flamenco so much, but I do find myself listening to his new album quite a lot these days. It's good. I wish him all the luck with it. It's been a few years now since he was that child prodigy superstar in the Spanish music world. I think he pissed off all the flamenco purists by joining up with a band of fucking gringo rock'n'rollers like Chrome Pie. Whatta fool. Sorta like when Dylan went electric, and look how that worked out. Of course, now that we're all back together for a while, including "his" girls, Mike is spilling all the erotic energy he can, pretty much nonstop. He's calling it a recharge technique and "his girls" are going along with the concept, all four-- maybe five --of them, the lucky bastard. And poor bastard: he gets to borrow them for the moment, but probably not for keeps. They're really Adam's women, or rather Adam's and Pokey's if we're counting Maki. Although every one of us in this particular society have had our previous concepts of romantic ownership and faithfulness severely tweaked, the traditional rules of an absolute sexual morality no longer seem to apply. Hey, do we get to be a cult now? Truth is Mike and Adam and Pokey are really good friends, it's not just the girls. They're all fellow musicians who compliment each other and play together at every chance; Pokey on tom-toms, Liss on cello, Mel on piano, squatchettes merrily prancing, everybody fucking each other freely. Maybe they'll all stay together, making love and music forever, who knows? In that case, lucky bastards--plural . Usually here I'll say something cynical, dashing any and all romantic drivel, but I can't, really. I've just spent a weekend having mind-blasting telepathic sex with those very people, including my wife Shirley and Charlie's fiancée Anne. At this moment I believe very much in the purest love.
More love stories: Benny Joe and Marcie. Yes, the most unexpected romance in Chrome Pie History, the two most onery trouble makers and misusers/abusers of the opposite sex, living together in romantic bliss. They're sharing an apartment almost on the sand in Venice Beach and Marcie is pregnant! They say they're going to keep it. BJ has cut way back on drinking (and whoring), is even taking some courses at UCLA. Yes, BJ is bettering himself! Marcie is still politically motivated, but not only for the strictly lesbian causes any more. OMG, they've become civilized! At least they're still in the band and we haven't had any of the usual problems with either one of them. Shit, when will they explode? Don and Sunny are a couple now, and seemingly pretty happy about it. Lee and Bunny are not; she's gone back home to Bakersfield and he's into groupies now-- or he'd like to be, but we haven't done so many concerts since we got back from the big USA tour. And now he's tried a kha-rat, which he wouldn't before. I guess we'll see how that affects him.
So, still not jealous, no. I'm a pretty lucky bastard too. Being at a kha-rat along with my wife Shirley made it a life-and-love affirming experience. It's fun to have a favorite-- or two --at an orgy. "Yeah, well", Shirley counters," I too think it's fun to have a Bigfoot-- or two --at an orgy. Good thing we didn't bring the kids along."
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