Integratron Desert Fun

Yesterday Jon, Wil, Casey and I embarked on a road trip to the Palm Springs region of California, in preparation for a late night slot at Pioneertown's Pappy & Harriet's. It was wild time, getting a sound bath at George Van Tassel's Integratron with reverberating quartz crystal therapy in an acoustically perfect dome, exploring Noah Purifoy's outdoor art installation made entirely of wreckage items, and finding the dopest (and cheapest) thrift store in a random nook of the region.

As we filtered through the dusty racks, the elderly cashiers complimented our tastes in purchasing a jacket with a "Golden Creme" insignia, and an undersized gray sweatshirt with kittens on it. Hell, they even gave us Valentine's lollipops reserved for "handsome looking gentleman" which we politely obliged and ate. Thanks ladies.

Asking them why there was 70's rock music pulsing through the adjacent walls, they casually remarked that Narcotics Anonymous was having a Valentine's dance, which--upon viewing the crowd outside--it became clear they were more interested in hackey sack than cutting a rug on the Rec Center floor. "Oh, but come back soon," the old women remarked, counting our change repeatedly. "We're having a bake sale in a week. The ol' IRS really is making sure we count our dollars now!"









Oh, and Pappy and H's has some awesome folks working there. Killer sound system, and a super warm crowd environment. Plus, there's a bowling alley next door built by Roy Rogers. Saturday was a total win.