Alchemy, The Shadow World, and a drive through Orean Vegetarian Shack.
I now have three memories of Pasadena.
The first: Sunday Brunch at Burger Continental. Of course, this little gem needs no introduction. Let's just say that day included passing out on a random lawn (which later turned out to be the house of a friend) and an unforgettable rendition of the Godfather theme on electric violin.
The second: A long,happy, walking journey following a trail of discarded toiletries and lunch meat, culminating in a feast at Pie'n'Burger.
And lastly: Yesterday, Nat Turner and I decided that Orean was the perfect place to discuss our opinions regarding the collective unconscious, voodoo, the spirit world, and making gold. (We also witnessed someone trying to pay for sex in front of the 'coffee stop' which resulted in a shouting match between the sex customer and the 'coffee stop' manager. Why do people often resort to 'old-timey' sayings when confronted with violence? Nat heard something like "bursting...Bottle of courage" which seems like an unholy amalgam of 'open up a can of whoop-ass' and "liquid courage" to these ears.)

The point is- as June wears on, the Royal Tears would like to explore the paranormal and unseen parts of our world. Excursions in musical trance states, psychic drawing parties, evocation of archetypical demons, and what have you. We're also looking for a bassist. And I'm writing a television pilot about the daily operations of a second rate zoo, if you'd like to help with that.