Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Starting things off





I might as well start off with some photos from the past. Chris from Mammatus sent me these a few months ago and they brought back some serious memories. 7 smelly dudes in the Mammavan, on our way from Corralitos, Ca to New York City, stopping 30 or so times in between to play music for some that wanted us to, and some that didn't give two shits from a blind hog's bum. i'm'a talkin' t'you D.C. There was very much tension throughout between Dave and myself but we are long over that mess.

This tour was a fine farewell to the area known to me and the world abroad as Santa Cruz. I spent roughly 5 years in and around this bizarre location. 5 very important years(aren't they all?) 18-23. not enough and too much...i fell in love, started a band, had a radio show...that's all i wanted when i left home. didn't care how or who or when or where or why or what or whine or whistle or whiddle or which or witch or wooden or woof....
It was us versus the world, Achilles vs. the Greeks, our passionate fires within our hearts, ensconced with elation, fear, and the will to do the thing.do the thing...will still never know why one must do the thing.

Eating out of cans in West Virginny.
The crayfish wuz snappin', the gnats gnattin'
the knits wuz knittin'. Summer of Scuzz it wuz.














Steve from PCW and the world famous Dan
McGuire scratching his perplexed noggin' at the lack of audience for our Detroit show. I had a great photo of the front door of this place
that had "Welcome To Detroit. Fuck You
And Now Go Die" in graffito. I unfortunately
had my camera broken by a real-life
"thug" later in the tour(it broke in my backpack).
I also witnessed two police cars in an empty
lot behind the bar watch an ambulance burn to smithereens while they yelled at me to stop taking pictures of the burning vehicle over their nifty and terrifying loudspeaker.





Adieu from French Canada. I have no idea what this building is. it looked important...

IT'S MY FIRST TIME

Hidey Hidey Hidey Hey. I've finally taken hold of the technological ejector hose that ominously looms up above; therefore will be writing on this heerza blogza frum nowza onza. I will be updating it weekly, ideally, more often...bi-/tri-/quad-/delt-/lat-weekly.

Primary itinerary for this is to document my musical activity but will also most likely reflect points in my day-to-day when Calliope comes along, disguised as a Juggernaut destroying all peripheral ejectamenta of my life and forces me into squatting down in front of the 'puter here to annoy the hell outta the buggers reading this dreck. All in all this should be a dynamite time for all involved. Feel free to leave comments, hateful, baleful, & loving included. Love.