Nite Traxx
As I remember it, I had been living on a couch at Mo's place after running away from Portland to LA and then running back. Spacebreath was rehearsing for an end of summer festival show down in the garage and then Jeff died. Spacebreath was about it for me at the time. When Jeff passed a lot crossed over to the other side with him. So, I was broke. No house. No band. Soon I took off for Oklahoma. I landed a job managing a couple of apartment buildings in Lawton, Oklahoma, home of Fort Sill, where they hung Geronimo bless his soul. Fort Sill was still active and they were shipping all the semi-literate highschool kids out to the Gulf. Heavy artillery drills blasted and echoed across the sky at all hours. Nite Traxx was an abandoned strip club on the corner down the street. I rented rooms and got lied to by crackheads. One day I woke up and the building was on fire. The guys came and put it out. I got pretty lonely. I slept with a gun and got drunk in the local karaoke bars where gangster rap and redneck country shared equal airtime, and I sat in crappy sagging apartment with my clepto handyman and recorded a lot of songs to cassette on a little tascam 4 track. These are some of those songs. Some are about Jeff.
