Driving down Long Beach, park the car and walk through an apartment building. Go through an odd exit and realize I’ve lost my shoes. Walk through again looking for them-no joy. Walk back down the street, looking for them.
In a big room with a band. The leader asks me about a venue they’re going to play at-the Armory? I say we’ve played there but that the stage is small. Go set up recording gear in the room.