You Can get there from Here - August 20, 2009
You can get there from here.
Cape Cod in the summer? Why did the Keys Boy drive 1700 miles to go to the hot beach and hide from the sun? Why indeed? The family that cooks together......
I’ll be back at the Turtle on the 28. And back in the studio to begin recording the new CD this Monday. It’s always good to purge the creative channels with a good road trip. The songs on this new CD are mostly vocal, kind of like the format of “The Reason Why” but with fewer vampires and more live jamming. Some of the players don’t even know yet that they will be included in the creative process. In this project, we are arranging the sessions by blood type and astrological signs. And the emphasis is on Karmic baksheesh and holding the immoral high ground. How interesting! Says Suzi, with a little sly laugh. See y’all when we get back. Thanks to Wood, Cindy, and Tracy for pet sitting and Samson for playtime.
Road ragas. What we (re) learned in Cape Cod:
We love the Cape but........ Never order fish at a lobster restaurant. Fish and chips are better in Buffalo. Never wait for a Cape Codian to make a decision in traffic. North is not necessarily north. Salt and vinegar Chips always taste better at the beach. Never try to drive to the Cape from Philly on a Saturday. No dogs allowed is a relative statement sometimes dependent on size and stealth. Wednesday always follows Tuesday and Thursday always comes next, Suzi. Occasionally, downhill and to the right is actually uphill and to the left, veering right. There is no sea glass to be had at Nauset beach. However, morning walks on the beach will fortify the soul. Three pots of coffee are never enough. Beaches here go on and on and have sand! Stinky cheese tastes better on holidays.
Two Christopher Moore books are not sufficient for a five-day vacation. However Shantaram is. There are very good wines available here on the Cape and you don’t have to schlep them from home. Hampton inns have very cozy sheets, and are worth the extra dough. When asking for cutseys in traffic, in Newport, never refer to the other driver as “old Lady”. Settlers of Katan can be avoided if you just don’t make eye contact. “Old Hag,please... can you tell me who owns that Mercedes?”
Nyan the DJ spins the Prog and Zappa and Z administers snuggles. And the old Dodge Caravan made it here and averaged 22 mpg, and consumed 1/4 quart of oil. Not bad with 160k miles on her. We did blow out a tire in a bad tire changing location, (second one of the week) on the highway, passenger side rear, barley off the left shoulder, just outside of Jacksonville, 20wt territory. I could hear the drums. It’s pretty unnerving changing a flat with cars whizzing by not two feet away. But I got the roadside pit stop time down to eight minutes. We ended up replacing all the tires for peace of mind, although the others looked ok. The tire repair stop total time was I hour. Not bad. In Philadelphia, our first stop, they don’t make the streets wide enough for actual cars to drive on. Still thinking à pied or horse & buggy. Luckily, I found a nice livery house to board the mules. Sister Jesteroo, and brother Aris have two new cats Phiona and Dexter. Little Z made friends quickly. On the way to the Cape we stopped in Mystic, CT, and Newport, RI. I think that’s the first time I actually drove into Newport. It’s way different then sailing in. Both towns are way cool but Mystic still has some sanity and less tourists. Oh yea and it’s Mystical. Newport does however have amazing food. We are off in the morning, realizing that MapQuest sucks and trying the GPS talking lady who lives in the Blackberry. We do have maps if all else fails. Luckily it’s downhill all the way, right?
Love Dave