The streetcar let me out on NW Northrup at 22nd. Crossing NW 23rd on the right I noticed there were row houses where there used to be a pretty big surface parking lot. Wonder how many acres of the countryside would not now be suburbs if we had done that to every parking lot in town. Across the street was where the members of R-Complex lived, painted blue now. When it was white they set up a control room with my old mixing board (which I still have) and Josh’s Tascam 8-track (which Julie and I bought from him years later and also still have). I remember recording Randy’s vocals for Fifth Quarter’s tape, when he improvised a second harmony part on the spot and we kept it all, including him tuning up his voice(s) before the song started. Too bad he could never remember the words later! (That’s OK, Randy. Your awesome work with Ed and the Boats and so many others have more than redeemed you!)

Remembered the beat up old car Josh got at one point after selling his much newer Honda. (The one we teased him about when he had a new car but was borrowing a bass amp from someone living 3,000 miles away. “Hey Josh, can you plug your bass into your CAR???) He figured instead of a car loan he could borrow the same amount from the bank and use it to buy gear. Didn’t need my mixer after that! I suppose going on to help develop the original ProTools, own film companies and make Emmy-winning documentaries validated your reasoning, now didn’t it, Josh! Good for you. We should bake those old tapes and remix them some time, eh? Yeah, you’re right. Maybe not!

The iPod was playing Bruce Hornsby’s Lost Soul, a duet with Shawn Colvin, in an awesome live version. We knew back at La Val’s in Berkeley that she was incredible, so it was great the rest of the world got to find that out, too. Rob, did you ever run into her at the Grammy’s or somewhere and remind her that Ray Check Manufacturing Company used to open for her? No doubt you had better things to discuss if you did.

I passed by more houses that used to be run-down rentals where too many 20-somethings like the people I hung out with used to live in the ‘80s. Fresh paint, perfect lawns and the buzz of contractors’ saws does change the vibe, but the houses and streets can remember so many more decades than I can I’m sure they get a good laugh out of all of it.

Looping back around over to Lovejoy and 25th, the Lovejoy Surgicenter sat sleepily. A lone protester stood quiet vigil, very different from the screaming hordes that assaulted us with words, dead fetus posters and worse when a bunch of us from Reed and elsewhere came here to act as human shields early on Saturday mornings . The clinic is still open almost 30 years later, but considering who we just had running for Vice President, we are clearly not out of the woods yet.

Walking down Lovejoy, I realized that it wasn’t the street where Obo and Susan Addy lived years ago—that must be a block or two south. I remembered loading the U-Haul trailer for a Kukrudu tour of the Northern Rockies in January. Yes, it was actually as insane as it sounds. But good times and good music. Never have I worked with an artist who could literally blow people’s minds in the first 3 bars the way Obo can. Selling records after a show was something I fortunately did not have to do often—what a madhouse! Really hope to make the Homowa Festival this year.

Crossed 23rd, passing Good Sam, sight of more doctors’ visits than I care to remember, including some pretty miraculous ones. The rumbling of the streetcar put me into a lite jog—had to get back to work. As it left the stop and crossed 21st, it passed by a restaurant where Julie and I were eating hummus and sitting outside when she got the call from the Doctor’s office about her pregnancy test: “Well, it’s not negative but it’s not really positive, either.” “Oh, yeah, like HELL it’s not positive! No other way there’s ANY HCG in my blood, so it’s positive!!” 40 weeks later (or so—he WAS 2 ½ weeks LATE!) we had Sam just as the sun was coming up.

Moments later, another Bruce Hornsby song was ending as I got off the streetcar:

Here is my hand for you to hold
Here’s the part of me they have not told
Lovers may come and they may go
I love you young, I love you old

Only you can see it
(The) other side of me
Call me naive, I think you will
I love you now, do you love me still

Yes, only you can say it
(The) other side of me
Call me foolhardy if you will
I love you now, do you love me still

All in all, quite a walk, wouldn’t you say?

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