Arizona infects your brain. The advertising, the strip malls, the glowing signs, the huge pictures of chili cheese fries, it doesn't stop. It's a landscape of streamlined advertising that eventually makes your dreams glow in faint neon.
And I kind of cruise by it all in the cadillac, bike when I can, escape into a little niche that is the small paradise we've created in our house, where at least we can be creative instead of scared. The Circle K still gets robbed each week, Phoenix at nightime is still filled with screaming crazies one handing their wheelchairs down the middle of the street, Scottsdale is still button up and jeans wack.
We get asked in interviews a lot about our inspiration, its becoming more and more about escaping this desolate mindstate that comes from being locked into a culture-less nightmare. It's getting around though, showed a realtor our house today, he was asking about the equipment, I said we we're in a band, next thing I know hes showing me texts on his phone from his sister about our song Scottsdale... Strange times.
Sometimes I'm afraid we might go too far, our battle of the bands set is actually a play, with a narrator going between each song, set in 2032, and we have to wonder if people are going to respond. We're set up to lose this battle, they put us on at 7, all the other bands have normal times, we might as well experiment and give the video crew something to work with.
Another day of this oblique state, at least there's sun.
