Editor's Note: This is the sixth and final installment of License to Krill, a tour and food blog written weekly by KRILL drummer Luke Pyenson. Catch up the previous five posts at the bottom of this wrap-up edition.
We only gave ourselves one week to drive back across the country, and, powered by fond memories of tacos past, we set out.
We stopped at a beautiful beach in Big Sur and asked a perplexed middle aged woman to take this photo of us.
After we in KRILL experienced the majesty of the Pacific Northwest (and two days off in the majestic Redwood Forest and San Francisco), our first show in California was in the town of San Luis Obispo, between San Francisco and Los Angeles.
Before setting out on this tour, I knew there would be high highs and low lows. And in fact, that’s been part of the fun of this experience so far —- when you left me and my band KRILL last week, I was wallowing in self-pity at an Arby’s in Montana.
After Chapel Hill, where we left off last week, we arrived in Cincinnati for the Midpoint Music Festival, at which we, KRILL, somehow secured a Friday night spot on a bill beginning with us and ending with Willis Earl Beal. We decided to show up a night early and check out Dirty Projectors, whose set we got to see for free as a perk of playing the festival.
With the release of my first post into the world last week, my KRILL bandmates Aaron Ratoff and Jonah Furman now reference “creating content” every time we put any solid into our mouths, often preemptively accusing me of “not telling it like it is” if we are eating something particularly mundane.