The Mutaytor - 8/10/05 - Seattle & Portland

analyzing jesus songs on a late start to the trip up to portland. brady sings “drop kick me jesus thru the goal post of life.” “do you want me to fix your dweedle?” bryan asks roo and then sets to work fixing the walkie talkie as we all share an apple. wedges are cut unnecessarily as we each take one bite and pass it around. then it’s vegetarian beef jerky, then it’s a notebook with a story that we each contribute a few lines to. roo’s top hat rests on the dashboard. we’re four hours into a 20 hour drive up north for two mutaytor shows. one in portland tomorrow night and then another show the next night in seattle. 8pm – closer now to oregon. blackberries on bushes, winding highways, tall evergreens up all around us. we talk of spicy root beer as we pass a glacier. monica calls me sprite. there is jackassery on the walkie talkies between the two caravans, mama crunchy in the van behind us threatens us parental like as the jackassery escalates and spills over at truck stops and way into the night. bryan & kj chant ‘titti-cacca’ over and over and it builds up hedonistic. talk of anthropology and the taste of nipples. roo calls my socks ‘yargyle socks’. she leans over and i ask what’s in her head. “travel,” she says. “travel… and freedom”. “what kind of freedom?” i ask her whispering curious… she thinks much, looks at dusk falling over the steep rushing forest and says “freedom of lifestyle.” “turn back the world,” kj says as the sun slips behind the mountains and we lament a photo opportunity. roo and i press noses up against the van windows and watch hazy mountains turn purple, then blue and then they seem to fade entirely away… leaving just us and the night, a traveling circus and the journey to share it… 300 miles away portland awaits~
van packed back up and heading now north from portland to seattle. we cross the washington state line and ‘spin, spin sugar’ plays on. the van has been trashed officially… between the chinese fire drills inside it, the violent tickling fights, the pringle bashing, it’s all gone to hell~ yesterday mutaytor rocked portland… i played with puck all day and then awoke to the usual mass mutaynt steamroll chaos, equal for all, ensues. pixie steamrolls hath no mercy. puck just giggled along after she was my first target. and then a quick frenzy of packing and proper ‘leave no trace’ to our generous hosts that agreed to put us up for the night… and then we’re loaded into the van ready for the next town~ and so we’re off again. 141 miles til seattle…
1pm – seattle creeps up like a mirage and everyone’s singing sex pistols songs. “kj’s a BURRITO!” monica says between fraggle rock impressions that have us dying laughing. we roughhouse like cats…