The Mutaytor - 10/1/04 - San Francisco

driving through san francisco’s roller coaster streets in the mutaytor van. white haze in the distance, steep hills, impossible turns and inclines. brady’s silver-nail-polished hand resting on my purple-fish-netted knee. listening to a radio station with coverage of the love parade, which we missed due to bryan serving bloody mary’s and screwdrivers today. we’re heading to the haight for some shopping for rockstar outfits for tonight’s party. last night jason, alexis and i burned fast up the I-5 from los angeles, stopping twice for gas. we arrived to the club 20 minutes before mutaytor went on stage. mutaytor took to the stage and i stood across the room on a go-go platform, frustrated with my new camera, toying with new settings and buttons. the stage was small but the masses were indeed mutayted. everyone was jumping. there was fire spinning outside between sets. at around 3am, i felt some cool spray on me. i thought it was someone with a mister, as is usual at burning man events and i thought for a split second, “why here? it’s cold…” and then i realized… it was RAIN! at a cafe now in the upper haight… we stopped at a store and roo came at me with striped arm warmers and her new black goth hair and she hugged me bear-like, “i’m glad you’re hanging with us this weekend, pixie” she said and we stood hugging, swaying, purring, feeling that northern california air sticking to me, the overcast sky seeming to thicken as the sun must have been setting high up above layers of fog and cloud. “when you’re with us, it’s always playa time,” she said. “that must be why i like hanging with you guys so much!” i told her. i had written a postcard earlier in the week telling a friend that i’ve run away with the circus. the van is always filled with laughter and jokes, musical references, chiding and love. everything is ‘SHHHHHAAAAA-weet’. everyone is a ‘PUSSWAD!’ and the endings verbs are modified as in..”time for the ROCKening, the EATening, etc’ at 5am, they decided to make ‘bacon for no reason’ so the verb became ‘baconing’. “for no reason” is a common sentence ending as well. it’s true, i’m always on the playa with these guys. crunchy mama, goes about rounding up the circus freaks. “hey, if yer in that BAAAAAND, you’re on in five,” she says faux-timid, roadie-like. time for the ROCKENING!”