Before their set
I landed in California ’bout 9 or so and from the airport, we headed straight to the Roadhouse in Sacramento to catch The Butchies perform.
I was glad to be upright and nursing a Budweiser after the long travel day.
The music seeped in and I found my head bops no comparison to the stylings of my host.
Met the friendly roadie and purchased some shirts and a CD.
The drive to Grass Valley was smooth and breezy.
I slept like a zombie.