the west is the best?
Oct 4 vancouver Orpheum w/ ff and tvotr
Well it is a tough driver for me after the previous nights good times, but nothing a few breathmints and some ham and eggs can/t fix. We trundle northbound on I5 and it is likely yogi said, déjà vu all over again. The border is a breeze, unlike any crossing prior in how many years of doing this. Qui sait. Straight to the venue. I see death cabs tour busses parked up on Seymour and try to get dustons attention but to no avail. I go to the hotel to check us in and suss the parking after load in. the venue is beautiful, home of the Vancouver symphony. We enjoy the very delicious catering upstairs, soundcheck, and all that jazz before hitting the stage. The cutters enjoy a very warm response from the capacity crowd, with the teeny boppers up and jack palancin from the get go. A great show indeed. I miss all of tv on the radio in my quest for the perfect parking so as not to get robbed Vancouver(or Anaheim or Brooklyn) style. That done, its back to the venue to catch a bit of franz and say hey to teish reilly,, from way back in the day , who is good mates with franz/s l.d. and there she was with her fella and didn/t they look happy and well I said good bye cos it was past my bedtime and we had serious ground to cover.what little I saw of franz looked and sounded amazing. Tight as a pair of hiphuggers on a window dressed mannequin. The aussies did a bit of late night djing which brought out the scots and some of their folks.
Oct 5 sur la route
Judging by the state of the lads a good night was had by all. We spend about 2 hours going 25 miles and a quick entrance to the usa, stopping off at denny/s for various grand slams, then we hammer down I5. sound familiar? Well so it is, miles and miles burn away, even a coffee at the doug fir where we briefly pulled over to retrieve some lost luggage in pdx. Onwards downwards and further to the tune of bill hicks, can, the fall, googol bordello AND the rest we finally touched down at the phoenix hotel in san Francisco some 18 hours later.
Oct 6 san Francisco bill graham civic auditorium with ff and tvotr
A nice bahn mi from the Saigon sandwich shop and a jump in the pool, I pack the boys off with herr schoenwetter, mercury rev/s guitar tech, for an afternoon video shoot(which will turn into an ongoing video shoot and will there are certain things in the muziek business that you just do not want to hear(local opener, videographer, no buyout, no elevator, disco load out, know what i/m sayin). And I try to get some work done at the decidedly analog phoenix. My dream of 5 hours of sleep is kyboshed by the birdmen trying to escape from Alcatraz or something like that. And it is over to the cavernous venue to deal with bgp/s old school of…….(insert derogatory term here). The food is great, the cutters play a geat set, I load it out and we leg it over to popscene(see disco load out) for a midnite set to the white belt, cultivated facial hair, and specia accessory set. But it/s a good vibe early,lil nako is the dj and is playing the great hostess. The boys play well, the sound is scheisse, quell surpris! We disco load out and pass out at the phoenix to the smell of of a skunk being run over by a holden.
Oct 7 los angeles greek theatre
Early get out with the videographer and modular phil in tow. We hammer down in the heat of the central valley. We are making record time for a daylight drive on a Friday. I am getting excited to go back to hometown number 1 and have seemingly lined up the weekend accordingly.(hah! ). Check it in, over to the greek, dig the killer cater, cutters play to no one, but do so well. Hang out with the howe and ms singer and watch tv on the radio and watch most of franz set(which is fanfucking tastic and leg it out of there to get my drink on but no one will join me. Nice. all the east siders won/t go to Hollywood, so I go drink for us all. My friend jd is taking care of busniness out boardners which gets me fully loaded to which point things get a bit hazy and involve some type of uniformed authority,someone clled gentleman jack, me being locked out of my hotel room(don/t ask!), a very understanding night clerk named chamique, no sleep(til broojklyn, natch!) and a very angry old man.
Oct 8 los angeles greek theatre
I cruise around all day and get a lube job on Melrose and eat the best $3 bowl of tom yum(why is planet Thailand even still in business?) and a thai iced tea before cruising around los feliz with the hanks family. The band had gone to some after party in search of famous peeps to no avail. We slowly make it back to the greek up the back way(haha) and do our business which entails enjoying easily the best catering of a well catered tour. The boys are thrown early to the wolves again and it is the first time of the tour which I can honestly say is not too good(ya gotta have a band one to have a good one). I get to catch up with someone I worked with 20 years ago who is the roomie of franz/s stage manager, which is a very pleasant surprise. Then load out with the help of the local union, a quick hello to combat lenny and the hanks family and then actually settle down to watch all of tv on the radio AND franz Ferdinand from d sardy/s seat, as he was not even near the free meatballs. Tv and ff are fucking brillo, the b/w video on he screen and nick mccarthy/s suit hearkens back to the days of yore. They play a blinder. Everyone is looking for the afterparty and aoki has hooked it up nut I drive the hanks family back to their ride(after getting a good look at fran drescher who in turn looks good) and say our good byes before rolling out of the park, stopping for a family of coyotes which makes my day, hopefully they got themselves some of that greek theatre catering or at least some b listers’ Pomeranian. I hit the hotel after a lengthy delay due to traffic and fall asleep to l.a. confidential.
Oct 9 san diego o.a.t
I star buck it for breakfast, feeling very fluish and in need for an odwalla. I am pleased as punch that the idiots aka red sox of boston will not be playing anymore baseball, and we languidly roll down to sd. The rest of my cargo went off in search of the afterparty in the sky that went nowhere and we fight through a bit of downtown traffic before hammering down to san diego. We stop off at trestles for some ‘video’ footage. Jaysus, enough said, before rolling in to sd just in time for load in, catering, a soundcheck, some accounting, a killer cut copy show, a killer tv on the radio show, more ‘video’ footage involving franz Ferdinand and I load the van with all sorts of drunky pants and lead foot it back to lalaland to the tune of franz live on 94.9, which sounded amazing. Skeptical, cynical, curious or naysayer-GO SEE THIS BAND! They do it right.
So we make record time back to the city of angels, including a fuel stop in the city of commerce and a cargo drop off at union station where everyone goes to peaches and jd from le tigre/s party and I come back and pass out to a combination of yankee highlights, about Schmidt, and ian rankin. One more week til my own bed, baby
Well it is a tough driver for me after the previous nights good times, but nothing a few breathmints and some ham and eggs can/t fix. We trundle northbound on I5 and it is likely yogi said, déjà vu all over again. The border is a breeze, unlike any crossing prior in how many years of doing this. Qui sait. Straight to the venue. I see death cabs tour busses parked up on Seymour and try to get dustons attention but to no avail. I go to the hotel to check us in and suss the parking after load in. the venue is beautiful, home of the Vancouver symphony. We enjoy the very delicious catering upstairs, soundcheck, and all that jazz before hitting the stage. The cutters enjoy a very warm response from the capacity crowd, with the teeny boppers up and jack palancin from the get go. A great show indeed. I miss all of tv on the radio in my quest for the perfect parking so as not to get robbed Vancouver(or Anaheim or Brooklyn) style. That done, its back to the venue to catch a bit of franz and say hey to teish reilly,, from way back in the day , who is good mates with franz/s l.d. and there she was with her fella and didn/t they look happy and well I said good bye cos it was past my bedtime and we had serious ground to cover.what little I saw of franz looked and sounded amazing. Tight as a pair of hiphuggers on a window dressed mannequin. The aussies did a bit of late night djing which brought out the scots and some of their folks.
Oct 5 sur la route
Judging by the state of the lads a good night was had by all. We spend about 2 hours going 25 miles and a quick entrance to the usa, stopping off at denny/s for various grand slams, then we hammer down I5. sound familiar? Well so it is, miles and miles burn away, even a coffee at the doug fir where we briefly pulled over to retrieve some lost luggage in pdx. Onwards downwards and further to the tune of bill hicks, can, the fall, googol bordello AND the rest we finally touched down at the phoenix hotel in san Francisco some 18 hours later.
Oct 6 san Francisco bill graham civic auditorium with ff and tvotr
A nice bahn mi from the Saigon sandwich shop and a jump in the pool, I pack the boys off with herr schoenwetter, mercury rev/s guitar tech, for an afternoon video shoot(which will turn into an ongoing video shoot and will there are certain things in the muziek business that you just do not want to hear(local opener, videographer, no buyout, no elevator, disco load out, know what i/m sayin). And I try to get some work done at the decidedly analog phoenix. My dream of 5 hours of sleep is kyboshed by the birdmen trying to escape from Alcatraz or something like that. And it is over to the cavernous venue to deal with bgp/s old school of…….(insert derogatory term here). The food is great, the cutters play a geat set, I load it out and we leg it over to popscene(see disco load out) for a midnite set to the white belt, cultivated facial hair, and specia accessory set. But it/s a good vibe early,lil nako is the dj and is playing the great hostess. The boys play well, the sound is scheisse, quell surpris! We disco load out and pass out at the phoenix to the smell of of a skunk being run over by a holden.
Oct 7 los angeles greek theatre
Early get out with the videographer and modular phil in tow. We hammer down in the heat of the central valley. We are making record time for a daylight drive on a Friday. I am getting excited to go back to hometown number 1 and have seemingly lined up the weekend accordingly.(hah! ). Check it in, over to the greek, dig the killer cater, cutters play to no one, but do so well. Hang out with the howe and ms singer and watch tv on the radio and watch most of franz set(which is fanfucking tastic and leg it out of there to get my drink on but no one will join me. Nice. all the east siders won/t go to Hollywood, so I go drink for us all. My friend jd is taking care of busniness out boardners which gets me fully loaded to which point things get a bit hazy and involve some type of uniformed authority,someone clled gentleman jack, me being locked out of my hotel room(don/t ask!), a very understanding night clerk named chamique, no sleep(til broojklyn, natch!) and a very angry old man.
Oct 8 los angeles greek theatre
I cruise around all day and get a lube job on Melrose and eat the best $3 bowl of tom yum(why is planet Thailand even still in business?) and a thai iced tea before cruising around los feliz with the hanks family. The band had gone to some after party in search of famous peeps to no avail. We slowly make it back to the greek up the back way(haha) and do our business which entails enjoying easily the best catering of a well catered tour. The boys are thrown early to the wolves again and it is the first time of the tour which I can honestly say is not too good(ya gotta have a band one to have a good one). I get to catch up with someone I worked with 20 years ago who is the roomie of franz/s stage manager, which is a very pleasant surprise. Then load out with the help of the local union, a quick hello to combat lenny and the hanks family and then actually settle down to watch all of tv on the radio AND franz Ferdinand from d sardy/s seat, as he was not even near the free meatballs. Tv and ff are fucking brillo, the b/w video on he screen and nick mccarthy/s suit hearkens back to the days of yore. They play a blinder. Everyone is looking for the afterparty and aoki has hooked it up nut I drive the hanks family back to their ride(after getting a good look at fran drescher who in turn looks good) and say our good byes before rolling out of the park, stopping for a family of coyotes which makes my day, hopefully they got themselves some of that greek theatre catering or at least some b listers’ Pomeranian. I hit the hotel after a lengthy delay due to traffic and fall asleep to l.a. confidential.
Oct 9 san diego o.a.t
I star buck it for breakfast, feeling very fluish and in need for an odwalla. I am pleased as punch that the idiots aka red sox of boston will not be playing anymore baseball, and we languidly roll down to sd. The rest of my cargo went off in search of the afterparty in the sky that went nowhere and we fight through a bit of downtown traffic before hammering down to san diego. We stop off at trestles for some ‘video’ footage. Jaysus, enough said, before rolling in to sd just in time for load in, catering, a soundcheck, some accounting, a killer cut copy show, a killer tv on the radio show, more ‘video’ footage involving franz Ferdinand and I load the van with all sorts of drunky pants and lead foot it back to lalaland to the tune of franz live on 94.9, which sounded amazing. Skeptical, cynical, curious or naysayer-GO SEE THIS BAND! They do it right.
So we make record time back to the city of angels, including a fuel stop in the city of commerce and a cargo drop off at union station where everyone goes to peaches and jd from le tigre/s party and I come back and pass out to a combination of yankee highlights, about Schmidt, and ian rankin. One more week til my own bed, baby
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