I've been on vacation. Finally.
I drove my Torino out into the desert and spent three nights in Twentynine Palms. I'm too tired to discuss the trip or the Joshua Tree or any movies or the deserted family fun park I sneaked into through a hole in the fence or the ghost of Gram Parsons staring at me from a window so I'm sharing pictures. I will say this however, I did spend time at The Joshua Tree Inn in Room number 8 where Parsons died and, in one of my photos, he is staring at me from the back window. But I'm beat so I could be hallucinating. The desert does make you feel crazy. And high.
At one of the last Drive-In Movie Theaters in Southern California. Watched 16 Blocks. You can't see the screen obviously but Bruce Willis is holed up in a bus with Mos Def and...oh fuck it (spoiler)...Mos Def gets the stupid bakery.
Gram Parsons famed Room # 8. I'm thirsty.
In Parsons' room with a stuffed pony. There's a weird gold glow on my forehead. And I'm tired.
The back of Parsons' room. And the face in the upper right window. You can see it when the picture is large. I swear I didn't take anything. Well, maybe a little something.
Going to watch a movie and go to bed.
Why'd you take down the first picture? A hot chick leaning on a hot car against a blue sky, a beautiful sight. Is there a calendar in the works we should know about? Make that one November.
Posted by: 88ArterialSprays | March 28, 2006 at 07:48 AM
The English blogger Mark Holland vacationed there last summer and stayed in the "Gram Parsons room." He writes about it here:
http://blognorregis.blogspot.com/2005/08/joshua-tree.html
Posted by: Jeffrey K | March 28, 2006 at 12:58 PM
I don't know what I want more--you or your car.
Damn Girl!
Posted by: Steven | March 30, 2006 at 04:30 PM
You look so pretty....How are you related with Parson???
Posted by: Juno888 | May 15, 2007 at 09:42 PM
I stayed in Gram's room in the summer of '01 on my move back to the South after living in San Francisco for 3 years with my (ex) wife. I was drinking that night... of course... and playing Gram Parson and the Fallen Angels Live album. Gram was telling the story of how he "almost" lost his life on Truck Driving Man. At that part of the track... it just kept skipping over and over. I stopped it and started it again and the cd played fine. There were no scratches on the cd either. Freaky coincidence maybe.
I listen to all kinds of music... but Gram's music will always hold a special place with me. It's what reconnected me with my Southern-ness and made me feel proud of my Southern heritage.
Posted by: grackel | May 18, 2007 at 10:57 AM
..she's so be4autiful..
i think i fall inlove with her..
she's so perfect to me..!
Posted by: Juno888 | June 18, 2007 at 10:35 PM
i would love to do the same,macabre yet almost a pilgrimage to a true musical pioneers final destination
Posted by: gary | June 27, 2007 at 05:13 AM
My wife and i stayed in room 8 after being turned on to Grams music, in October of 08. We have a wonderful picture of me and Gram outside of room 8 I will send it , have to get a scanner first
Posted by: david carney | October 19, 2008 at 08:09 AM
Did you get my picture?
Posted by: david carney | December 10, 2008 at 07:29 PM
Sounds like a great get away- literary :) But staying in that room- wasn't that a bit freaky? I am not sure I would have the guts to do so. you are one brave traveler :)
Posted by: travelling | January 06, 2010 at 08:38 AM