Tulips on aisle one, loss leader on the way in to SunSprouts, Tempe, so the carts are backin up, yep. Where had I seen purple tulips luring bulge hard and yielding like a good tulip should? These were purple though, I couldn’t quite shake it. Took my place patient, lined up the girls going wild for these juicy fruits, they’re only tulips thinks me? Free does it everytime, and I was free to just stand there, glazed look of peace be upon you, see my headphones were blazin something MoonAlice played last night, that’s it, the pictures, what were they PsychRootsRock ? They were, chill now but quite solid baked last night? Those tulips floated on and off, blinking at times, morphing into pastel clouds, others just leaning in as they do nowadays. Flowers are people too, probably female, and that’s a solid compliment right? These tulips were they were flashing at me, oh how embarrassing, I am getting...

The acid bath this morning, the moon rising steaming warms my bones chilled walking splashing back from Steves Espresso with two full cups of coffee in my belly, all night long, that had been about right. Now this moon needed to get dried off and on with the day. The steam pulled me back though. Through the vale I spied the band last night, John Molo: Drums, Vocals; Barry Sless: Lead Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Bass; Roger McNamee: Rhythm Guitar, Vocals, Bass; Pete Sears: Bass, Keyboards, Guitar, Vocal; Big Steve Parish: Road Scholar/Medicine Man/Storyteller, what was that band’s name, Moon Alice, wow the talent Last Exit Live pulls in! Blessed we are, and last night blessings were upon us all.

Moon Alice my first time, the names are mine, just flashes, and everybody know I like a first time anyday. This acid bath, coppery colored you agree? Reflecting in the steamy mist, primordial visions, the faces of each of Moon Alice last night, the drummer, Molo, aka James Carville coursing, knocking kettles like they’d killed his father, prepare to die, love his pounding energy, he made me dance, and Roger MacNamee can I call him legend, these flashbacks get all mixed up at times, lead, rhythm and bass and vocals and general in charge of inspiration, on fire every step, of course Pete Sears, I seen him in Hot Tuna when we was both kids I'm sure, doing his magic hat deal an exact image of the Haunted House deal at Disney, that and It's a Small World are my two and only Disney favorites, did keys and bass and sang, and for my money just anchors the band with Molo, the Carville guy, in this perpetual motion of perfect pulse, we lived according to his pace, then Mr. Barry Sless, his tube Socks pulled up tight, hiding like he was shy or something blazing guitar solos soaring and stealing my meltdowns for the microwave.

This band is from somewhere I wanna live, I can take the heat, the ice, the hail, shit I can just be petrified under the crust of the earth and come out a grain of sand, these guys rocked LastExitLive Thursday night the first of their 3 city Arizona rage. Next time write me a letter so I can catch all of them, ya know we gotta plan just like you do? Not complaining, just bitchin that I can’t see you each night. Shit, goin down to Tucson tomorrow to catch you at the hut. All the best in Flagstaff tonight, they know how to take care of talent up there. Enjoy but get your ass on down to Tucson k?

Meanwhile I kinda woke this morning, before Steve's and the 2 cups, but you gotta sleep in order to wake so don’t hold me to anything here, never. See my heads still on a pike, all bloody with joy spilling all down my shirt, joy is in my lap for breakfast last night. Rammed me through the heart, I took the pike as consolation prize since I am still alive, come on I dare you. Rammed me through the heart I loved those pictures, the tulips, the paisleys, melting bubbles of color, purple, you know paisley is kinda my fashion bar code, you could identify me in a lineup just showing me flashes of paisley and my brain would bust me, trip you out and it’s kinda the other way around. So I’m there, plan on it.

So where are we, yes, we are resting during set break, these guys are all business so we’re talking maybe 20 minutes tops. My legs were tired enough to need more than 20, but I am sitting before the angel of the new moon, she’s gorgeous, strawberry, here's a cold bottle of beer with a reservation engraved, calligraphied reserving this bottle for her sweet lips alone, not to commune cept private and exclusive with this hoppy beer at her lips, that’s just fate's decree, the night was hers, an icon of the evening, the power and weave of her band so tight, we couldn’t not have danced if it meant no beer for our horses, whiskey’s what I needed, but I was good, just soda for me.

See I was a wee touch outta control last night in an unmeasurable sort of way, the barkeep, bless her sweet purple lace, purple tonight I am telling you. No Questions, it was royal, it was regal, it was the guillotine of going home visions of a James Gang Tommy Bolin vibe at times? She comes out around, stands next to me and says, kinda signals, what up, what you doing, I knew she was just trying to keep tabs on me she’d kept my soda water full with ice, she was so sweet, well I tell her, what you keepin tabs on me, I say thank you very much, for the tabs of the universe needs keepin and I can't carry the weight all myself. She had sweet lips like you dream about, like you practice putting your lips up to the mirror so when you have your one and only chance you can match up. I was ready, why yeah a one or two, and thanks for keeping tabs, yes miss yes miss, 3 bags full! Shit, why didn’t I think about her favor, before the show? I am so stupid. Wonder if she got home ok? Steam coming up off the hot tub, more now than before.

The neighborhood stood up last night, 600 something S Central, down near Tonto and Buckeye where I cut my teeth toying with the Teamsters, well it didn’t feel like it then but you know rear view mirrors, they can fuck you up, her sweet lips still on the tip of my tongue, shit I write to lose this shit, and this time it is not working, no miss! Come back and dance? Yeah the hood was solid last night, and the cops had the right frame of mind. We be leaving at midnight I think, all it really entails is a u-turn back south on central to the 10 for Tucson. Straightforward yes? Well we get in the car, just high on life, really no drinks since at least 8, either me or Derek, and we are raging bout the show and then, yeah only then do we pay the fuck attention, we see a cop van on the left and another two police on the right, and a light, so what do you do, just motor forward right; nope we stop in the middle of the fucking street. Freeze frame. Ok take inventory, count your fingers, 1) the light is green, 2) the cops want nothing to do with us, they hummin' Cosmic Debris with their donuts, 3) just keep driving dude, oh and, 4) what a lousy wingman I am, sorry doesn’t cut it for not makin a plan.

Remember everything you do, just opening the door, not even walking in, still need a plan, especially when more than one person is involved AND you are in unfamiliar territory. Don’t forget, k? Don’t over think it either, but think you must! What’s the mission, where are we, where are we going, who’s involved, what’s the time, what’s the bugout plan, and remember safety first! It’s a good rage recipe, it’s from search and rescue actually. Mighta lost a step over the years, but you get the idea. They should teach a class at festies, don’t ya think? A little vignette, taught by a grey beard or two? So anyway, we go chill, we just drive forward, easy like 30 miles an hour maybe, the 10 is here and we get on it and presto we’re home frying eggs and drinking beer and listening to Zappa and telling stories in my back yard. Home raging, that’s a little new to me, least in this house, with this girl and with Dad upstairs. Shit probably woke Bogie! Hope the others slept.

Tonight is all about the moon, rising steamy in the morning, it was young when the men were boys and the evening dawned. Much earlier, when the morning brought a freight train full of rain to our valley and we know our dance pleased the gods, desert moon flowers glowed mirrors to the moon, mustard on the make, datura paste, ingestion extra-dermal, gently massage, it’s like hard candy, powerful against your teeth, seduces you slowly though, time release, who cares bout time? What day is it? Datura Sacred melting the elephant in my brain! Yep, yep, he’s all gone. I can prove it see? The medusa’s were there for me. See how a medusa hugs, it’s easy, just let go and hang on all at the same time. Snakes nope, these medusa hugged so hard, who’s even thinking bout a knife? Shit I’m loving each and every tentacle! Jaha, give thanks. Hurts so good, I croak. Yeaha thanks! Desert moon flowers, for blooming so hard last night!

So we danced, met sorta met a few people, pretty hip crowd, IMHO and btw, strawberry coyote willow has a dance so easy it’s like, it’s misty eyes, hard candy moon rising steamy, pouring raining pleasure, the scent of jasmine in the spring. She is just so fine. These visions, been having them about 40 years, more frequent now, it seems, not sure if I’ve thanked the people I love enough. So many souls carry me on a feather, a super feather see, love and magic, thank you, you know that! I just want to lay down, rollover and get my tummy rubbed, a dawg, barking, peeling the bark and tasting a little more of life. That’s what this night was, Alice howled at the Moon last night and we her greek chorus, epic psychedelic roots rock is how it is billed. The poster is like Phantom? No? These guys are epic in the gambit they pull off, they’re genius. You gotta get you some. Get an art piece every show, slick. Go ask Moon Alice, yessir, please sir, I’ll have another, please sir?

So boys and girls, Alice howled last nite, the red coyote willow chica sang my prayers, I called for help, not assistance, just to share the load of joy pumping thru the room, rockin the roof. The moon was young, gone now, Venus shy retired too, Orion's hunt complete, Sirius stepped up, stayed up all quiet padding, pacing like, he kept watch! Bright! Shining starlight our world at world peace. Moon Alice we can do this, pass the candy!

So I discover there’s some kinda nano shit lubrication inside and outta my copper colored bath, love the color of L in the morning bath. Wait there’s Dr SinJin grinning at me. Timeout I gotta stand and gaze at the sky in my mind. Wait, no, yes, my eyes go to socks, the guitar heat seekin torch, then Roger plays his piper, calls my room, no answer I am mute, drum bald Molo love his wook he makes those kettles purr, my barkeep next time I’ll have some candy for u 2, promise. Keep it going girl!

So morning did come. It was here a minute ago. Derek guards, sentry matches well with Sirius! My sentry, me doin fraiku tonight, blowin up my tweeps TLs before they're even up east coast time. When this dog gonna go up to bed, well lemme think, don't waste ur time on me? Cosmic debris. Fuck yeah best waste of time to travel time with -- go back, skip ahead, pick your moment, or just drill deep down into your mind today. It's in there, keep searching. Keep snuggling in the moonflowers’ bloom, still open? Shall I dream the flowers under my pillow too, maybe tomoro? Monsters of love, moon shadows, smiling tulips, paisley, Socks on guitar, psychedelic screens of color, 70s lights at their finest, finest. This night dedicated to purple in everything, it occupied my mind and I'm in a debt that I will love to repay. See, MoonAlice, they're the tulips on Aisle One, get some, pile into line, FOMO is what these guys are all about; you DO NOT want to miss out. MoonAlice is the place your music goes to get high. Purple tulips, inside your outside and the madness of love!