{"id":926,"date":"2008-10-27T16:41:18","date_gmt":"2008-10-27T21:41:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zachbardon.com\/tour\/?p=926"},"modified":"2023-03-20T23:18:41","modified_gmt":"2023-03-21T04:18:41","slug":"spokane-wa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zachbardon.com\/tour\/2008\/10\/27\/spokane-wa\/","title":{"rendered":"Spokane, WA"},"content":{"rendered":"

Washington<\/strong>, unlike Montana, was full of happening peeps. In fact, it was pretty amazing just how many happening peeps happened to be happening in Washington. The first of such peeps was a fellow in Spokane named Steve, who plays a mean guitar.<\/p>\n

“How mean?” asks a nearby international student. “Does it trip the old lady and shout at the passing child?”<\/p>\n

What a great sense of humor you have, international student. Anyway, Steve, of whom I forgot to take a picture, has his own little music room (about the size of a king-size bed) which is crammed full with a drumset, guitars, amps, and recording equipment. Totally awesome.<\/p>\n

“Which guitar was the mean one?” asks the international student.<\/p>\n

Um, it’s not as funny the second time.<\/p>\n

“Excuse me? I just want to know which-”<\/p>\n

Yeah. So Steve and I spent a pleasant evening together recording and listening to each other’s stuff. Steve leans heavily in a metal direction, and he can shred in a way that actually sounds musical! Which is a pleasant surprise because I wasn’t sure if it even could be done. Unfortunately we didn’t have time to work up any harmonized butt-rock guitar solos, but we did put down a handful of various electric guitar tracks.<\/p>\n

I had quite a few potential hosts in Seattle, but none in Spokane, and by the time Steve and I finished, it was too late to make a run to Seattle, at least not if I hoped to stay with someone. So, it was Car Night #4. I found an out-of-the-way spot in some incredibly scenic mountains (<\/p>\n

\"Montana's<\/a><\/p>\n

). It was like a little turn-off had been made for my car.<\/p>\n

\"Probably<\/a><\/p>\n

Also, there was entertainment in the form of this sign:<\/p>\n

\"What<\/a><\/p>\n

This is when I realized several important things:<\/p>\n