see ya next thursday
Monday july 3 verizon wireless amphitheater Noblesville , in
Last show for a few days and it is hotter than hades out here. I can/t wait, early am flight to l.a. and then mi Corazon. But we go through the motions of the day-lunch, email, a flurry of phone calls to some promoter in Chicago who is or is not sending a limo for peaches and sam to some july 4th dj event.
That remains to be seen the drama of the day, the limo, or lack thereof. Abduls crackhead car service from wicker park, leaves late from Chicago on a holiday, does not discount for the lost hour, gets himself lost in transition, and arrives 1 minute before bus call. We say our goodbyes, jd and I , and check ourselves into the airport hotel for the am departures to lala land.
July 4 la off
Sun sand surf suds and bbq. Sunset beach style, sans sausages.
July 5 the trailer breaks an axle in godknowswhere,ok. The kids are alright but I have slight pangs of guilt out there in l.a.la land. Squid and todd the driver are on it, and the ro/c and I are inland bound for mi madres casa, where the temperature is sole meltingly numb. And we bbq! Pretty goddamn good, but bbq. Crikey that/s like bringing a date to the whore house. Wtf!
July 6 off
We bid adieu to mi madre, the bus is also moving, sam and peach have made it safely from Chicago, and mi Corazon and I are moving to manhattan beach for the week.
Manhattan beach, in a word, is paradise. Like Australia or something. Real nice. We treat ourselves to a boozy dinner, and pass out to the sounds of the pacific hitting the beach.
July 7 verizon wireless amphitheatre Irvine California
Feels like the second to last day of school, and I spose it is. The missus and I go for a power walk all the way to Hermosa beach and back, and even jog some of it. I feel like I am going to die, but I make it all the same. Then it is down to Irvine toute seule, as mi Corazon has wisely opted for the beach. I wish I could do the same. Note to self, in the future, stay in a shitty hotel so you cannot wait to get out.
To continue the theme of the summer, it is effing hot. And all the dick wagging blisters are out. Ron Jeremy even announces the show. Pretty funny. I manage to hang with jim spizz and brett from the greek, tony b also in the house. It is a day devoted mainly to a bs guest list drama, then pass drama, then aftershow histrionics. In a nutshell, a normal l.a. show.
July 8 shoreline amphitheatre mountain view California
It is the last day of school! We made it and boy are the NIN crowd a good bunch of peeps. They have really looked after us, and yes it is still fucking scorching. The soft serve is rendered even softer. I do my best saying my goodbyes and thanks a millions. It has been kinda fun, in hindsight. I was a little scared going in, but it was all good. The girls delivered the goods, and our crew were consummate professionals. But alas it is still work and there is still guest list drama, and poor security during the set and a kooky load in and out. Bill graham presents under whatever banner, well it stinks.
We try a little after party but tomorrow is a busy day. Setting up rehearsals, etc. instead it is the bus, ol reliable the bus.
July 9-13
Mates studios, Burbank airport, tour supply, fucking kinkos, the 405 to the 101 to the 134, poquito mas, in and out burger, the kettle diner, the hanks family, the all star game, the beach, the drama, the manic panic. The tour starts…………
July 14 day off Richfield utah
Hotter than(yr word here). Some locals tell mark and I to go home. But hell they have everything ya need here. Indoor pool, wifi, health food stores, kmart, heat, the pirates of Caribbean, the corporation, the post office, my bunk. 1 stop stopping, me thinks.
July 15 gothic theatre w/ eagles of death metal
It is 102 at 10am, another day in paradise. We get accosted by the sub nazi, and then move the bus over to the lot and get rid of todd for the day to the hotel. Load in is a piece of cake, and the day is spent chasing up our nonexistent merch order. It is sposed to be one big love fest for the next 4 weeks, and it appears that the love will be emanating from the eagles dressing room. I spend the day hiding in the production office, advancing shows, printing scheisse, listening in, checking up, passing out money, ssettling, hanging with the raconteurs(my new favorite band, natch) watching the eagles kick ass, chasing peaches around the venue, bsing, drinking some bourbon, and breathing out my ass hole, wondering how I am going to do much more of this………….but hey, at least the cribs called, and that warmed the cockles of my heart.
Last show for a few days and it is hotter than hades out here. I can/t wait, early am flight to l.a. and then mi Corazon. But we go through the motions of the day-lunch, email, a flurry of phone calls to some promoter in Chicago who is or is not sending a limo for peaches and sam to some july 4th dj event.
That remains to be seen the drama of the day, the limo, or lack thereof. Abduls crackhead car service from wicker park, leaves late from Chicago on a holiday, does not discount for the lost hour, gets himself lost in transition, and arrives 1 minute before bus call. We say our goodbyes, jd and I , and check ourselves into the airport hotel for the am departures to lala land.
July 4 la off
Sun sand surf suds and bbq. Sunset beach style, sans sausages.
July 5 the trailer breaks an axle in godknowswhere,ok. The kids are alright but I have slight pangs of guilt out there in l.a.la land. Squid and todd the driver are on it, and the ro/c and I are inland bound for mi madres casa, where the temperature is sole meltingly numb. And we bbq! Pretty goddamn good, but bbq. Crikey that/s like bringing a date to the whore house. Wtf!
July 6 off
We bid adieu to mi madre, the bus is also moving, sam and peach have made it safely from Chicago, and mi Corazon and I are moving to manhattan beach for the week.
Manhattan beach, in a word, is paradise. Like Australia or something. Real nice. We treat ourselves to a boozy dinner, and pass out to the sounds of the pacific hitting the beach.
July 7 verizon wireless amphitheatre Irvine California
Feels like the second to last day of school, and I spose it is. The missus and I go for a power walk all the way to Hermosa beach and back, and even jog some of it. I feel like I am going to die, but I make it all the same. Then it is down to Irvine toute seule, as mi Corazon has wisely opted for the beach. I wish I could do the same. Note to self, in the future, stay in a shitty hotel so you cannot wait to get out.
To continue the theme of the summer, it is effing hot. And all the dick wagging blisters are out. Ron Jeremy even announces the show. Pretty funny. I manage to hang with jim spizz and brett from the greek, tony b also in the house. It is a day devoted mainly to a bs guest list drama, then pass drama, then aftershow histrionics. In a nutshell, a normal l.a. show.
July 8 shoreline amphitheatre mountain view California
It is the last day of school! We made it and boy are the NIN crowd a good bunch of peeps. They have really looked after us, and yes it is still fucking scorching. The soft serve is rendered even softer. I do my best saying my goodbyes and thanks a millions. It has been kinda fun, in hindsight. I was a little scared going in, but it was all good. The girls delivered the goods, and our crew were consummate professionals. But alas it is still work and there is still guest list drama, and poor security during the set and a kooky load in and out. Bill graham presents under whatever banner, well it stinks.
We try a little after party but tomorrow is a busy day. Setting up rehearsals, etc. instead it is the bus, ol reliable the bus.
July 9-13
Mates studios, Burbank airport, tour supply, fucking kinkos, the 405 to the 101 to the 134, poquito mas, in and out burger, the kettle diner, the hanks family, the all star game, the beach, the drama, the manic panic. The tour starts…………
July 14 day off Richfield utah
Hotter than(yr word here). Some locals tell mark and I to go home. But hell they have everything ya need here. Indoor pool, wifi, health food stores, kmart, heat, the pirates of Caribbean, the corporation, the post office, my bunk. 1 stop stopping, me thinks.
July 15 gothic theatre w/ eagles of death metal
It is 102 at 10am, another day in paradise. We get accosted by the sub nazi, and then move the bus over to the lot and get rid of todd for the day to the hotel. Load in is a piece of cake, and the day is spent chasing up our nonexistent merch order. It is sposed to be one big love fest for the next 4 weeks, and it appears that the love will be emanating from the eagles dressing room. I spend the day hiding in the production office, advancing shows, printing scheisse, listening in, checking up, passing out money, ssettling, hanging with the raconteurs(my new favorite band, natch) watching the eagles kick ass, chasing peaches around the venue, bsing, drinking some bourbon, and breathing out my ass hole, wondering how I am going to do much more of this………….but hey, at least the cribs called, and that warmed the cockles of my heart.
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