Journal Entry, July 20, 2025

I left my mom’s apartment in Lewiston, ID, this morning at 5:30 a.m. and arrived at Sea-Tac around 8:30. Now I’m sitting on the plane, waiting to head home to San Francisco, marking the official end of this little tour. Like all good things, this must come to a pause—at least for now. I’m stuck on the tarmac, eager for maintenance to release our plane. The captain gets on the intercom every 15 minutes with the same line: “Well folks, should be just about another 10 minutes before maintenance can release us for departure…” Whatever. The loving embrace of my wonderful family will just have to wait a little longer.
Before our Portland show at Turn! Turn! Turn! last month, the band studied and learned between 18 and 20 songs on our own. Then we came together for two days of rehearsal after I flew up to Portland. The first day was revealing—it showed us what worked and what needed fine-tuning. The second rehearsal was brutally hot, but also full and deeply satisfying. By the time we hit the stage at Turn! Turn! Turn!, we were pretty dialed in. It was a great show, no doubt.
After that, we all went our separate ways until this month’s mini-trip to Pendleton, OR, and Moscow, ID.
In Pendleton, the band met up in what Adam calls “The Jazz Club.” It’s a members-only space that was totally disheveled and trashed—in the best possible way. We rehearsed there, then headed to the park and played two sets, running through more than 20 songs—including a smoking-hot rendition of the Silver Scooter classic “Goodbye,” which Jason and Cordon really pushed for. They also requested some very early Super XX Man tunes like “And I Again,” “Beaty Take Me Home,” and “The Destroyer.” I threw in “Garage Apartment” for good measure. The band sounded great, and we really celebrated the Pendleton community. Around 300 people were spread out on the lawn. We mingled between sets. I chatted with a guy—also named Scott—also from Clarkston, and we bonded over that. During the second set, I asked the crowd to come say hi after the gig, buy a record, and give us tips on where to shop the next day. They came through with great suggestions, and we hit the town the following day. Cordon scored a really nice Western shirt with pearly snaps, which he totally rocked in Moscow.

Photo Credit: Cordon Simons
Our final show—Thursday night at Humble Burger—was amazing in nearly every way. Well… almost every way. Ali wasn’t with us this time—except in spirit—because she’s busy making a movie (which you can check out and support here). I decided to arrange the set chronologically, starting with “The Destroyer.” Cordon had arcade game samples ready to go for that one. As the set progressed, it hit me. 30 years is a lot of music to get through. I jokingly told the audience, “I just hope the songs get less selfish as we go on.” They did because the songs on the new album, Rusted Hues, are deeply rooted in empathy.
By some stroke of luck—or maybe cosmic alignment—the show felt perfect from the first chord. Sweat poured, the stage banter was on point, and my mom even sat up front and off to the side, singing harmony and clapping along! She’s turning 85 this year and still roadies for us—right up until bedtime at 1 a.m.

Photo Credit: Wendy Trigsted

Photo credit: Mary Stone (Inland360)
I could hear Adam drumming right behind me, his harmonies echoing off the tile wall. He was in fine form all night—crazy good! Jason was rock solid on bass, Cordon was practically jumping out of his shoes to my left, and Tony, on my right, made sounds on his guitar that floated all over the transformed dining space. They might’ve even floated back to the kitchen to make a burger. Tony truly is the wild card in the band. I really can't thank these guys enough for their hard work.

L to R: Jason, Cordon, Tony, and Adam
The opening acts were nothing short of great. Simeon only had time for three songs due to a delayed start, but his two originals were strong, and his cover of Wilco’s “In a Jar” had the young crowd singing along. Kickbox was amazing, too—reminded me of Butterglory from the ’90s, with killer vocals and fuzzy bass. I really hope they keep playing. They deserve more attention, and we need to hear more from them!
I’m happy to share that there’ll be a couple more shows—one in Portland in late September and another in Austin, TX, in October. Details coming soon!