Lydia's Frappe Door #6

Practicing 6ths turned into a thing.
[Lydia's Frappe Door #6]

Bicycling Sonoma

Arrived at the San Francisco hotel and Josh noticed a tall bald man with a porn mustache. I said "That guy looks like Tony Levin, hey wait, that is Tony Levin, hey wait that's King Crimson!" Josh got out of the car and talked at Tony about our 9th grade Discipline obsession while Jakko Jakszyk and Bill Reiflin squirmed waiting for someone to hurry them off in their black SUV. We turned to let them escape just as Robert Fripp steps out the door clutching a man purse. I stared, he noticed me staring and quickly darted into the waiting escape vehicle before I could demand his signature on my boobs... and so the trip started. We passed the rest of the time in San Francisco meeting up with a friend at 21st Amendment Brewing on Saturday and on Sunday a long walk to but brief immersion in the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival, at which we witnessed performances by Jimmie Dale Gilmour solo on an Airstream fashioned into a stage and Robbie Fulks with a super group of Robbie Gjersoe, Missy Raines (!), and Jenny Scheinman (finally YAY!) while children loudly discussed slaying dragons behind us. Then up 101 to Healdsburg for a week of cycling the Dry Creek, Alexander Valley, Russian River and Sonoma Coast. Beer, wine, food and general enjoyment of life have been documented for your eyeballs here.
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