traffic was really, really bad and it took a long, long time to get to canoga park from long beach, and I got there just as desa finished tearing down after their set. umm, FUCK~! I talked to barry for a minute and said I was sorry for being a late dork, and picked up a copy of the cd and a t-shirt. I stuck around for the matches (way good) and then got out... the cobalt cafe is... weird... and they'd double-booked and it's all-ages and canoga park has a curfew apparently so all the bands were playing 30 minute sets and... you get the idea. oh yeah, no dancing. anyway. if you live along the rest of the tour (wil and el jefe, this means you), go see them so I can enjoy them vicariously... tell them the late guy from the canoga park show sent you. next time they're in town, I'm just going to take the day off and camp out on the sidewalk from lunch on.