Logan, UT to Nampa, ID
@ Flying M Coffeehouse.
Cristina did a load of laundry when she got up, and our host Brian made a pot of coffee, so it was a good start to the day. After a quick jump on the trampoline in the back yard, we headed out of Logan. I discovered last night that my laptop’s wireless capability has somehow been disrupted, which is a bummer. I’m borrowing a machine.
We arrived in Boise in the mid-afternoon, amazed that the temperature is ever hotter here than it was in Logan – it topped out over 100°F. I can now say with confidence that I know what it means, by stark contrast, to say “but at least it’s a dry heat”. Dang!
We parked downtown and found sushi. In Boise! I don’t really like Boise much, given the small amount of time I’ve spent there. It seems like a more-mature Yakima to me, I guess. We drove the scenic route to Nampa, just outside the city, and arrived in the early evening to load in.
Flying M is big and has two main spaces: one where bands play sometimes, and one where they don't. (See the pictures in the previous post.) Connecticut Four went on first, playing to a relaxed audience who watched them while sipping coffee in soft chairs. CT4 had the honor of opening for the daughters of The Very Most's lead singer Jeremy Jensen. They performed with The Very Most as their backing band, and altogether group had its own name, but I didn't catch it, unfortunately. It was incredibly cute and surprisingly good. The Very Most then played a regular set to a full house of kids and parents, sounding even more assured than I've ever heard them.
It was after the show was over that we got the news about the Richland show the following night being on iffy ground. Valerie had contacted some friends in the area to promote the show and got a reply about the venue being closed. We learned that it was not closed but under new management, the bookers who set up our show were fired, and there was a DJ scheduled. The guy who answered the phone at the place kept saying he would call us back.
Jeremy was kind enough to offer us his home as a place to stay, and we spent the evening reminiscing and looking at our laptops. There was a sense of dread and anticlimax in my gut. Nevertheless, we were hopeful.
