A comfortably surreal day including some LA breakfast with Dave and some time with Laurel at capitol records. we’d met briefly a couple times back at Pleased shows and so this time it was at her place in the big round building. Some complete poser in a shiny new haircut escorted us to the elevator and her office. Terrible. Anyway, now, obviously major labels will not sign this project but Laurel’s a cool lass and she gave us some ideas and we wasted her afternoon talking music rubbish and listening to her old nirvana cassette demos. how civilized. It must be said there’s something weird about listening to your own music being cranked by the director of a&r here. i mean, i do like records on capitol. sinatra was on capitol right? and the Stranglers…

LA has an addictive quality and we didn’t really want to leave but we had reservations at a joshua tree motel. Everyone else had the same idea to leave LA that evening. We paid dearly. Fucking LA and its bloody traffic. 5 hours through hail and rain to Joshua Tree. The desert is dry…