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as beautiful as this was....
i am so happy that i have a week before i am in below freezing temps again.
but i do miss these dudes already. chicago. cincinnati. awesome color are headed your way. check them out. say hi for me. give yourselves an early christmas presesnt.
this is how we mark our days.
this year....
i crossed out 221 dates. that's 221 away from home.
larry likes to wait til the end and black them out. i wait as long as i can and when i can't stand it
i cross off a few at a time.
i am so close to crossing off tonights date that i can taste it.
now i just have to hope that the retarded bus driver can get us over the rockies in time for our 7:3o AM
flights.
check out this kid. the weirdest ripper in austin... for a couple reasons:
1.) he shows up at the dino show super early to be like the third one in.
2.) he's like 16 and super into dino.
3.) his dino shirt is a true original circa 1990. thin and soft and holey.
and 4.) he is sporting a fucking home made dinosaur hat on his dome.
keeep it up kid.
we went to new orleans. it's still a ghost town. totally bizarre. it looks like a movie set. lars and i tried to figure out what the delacroix corp did, but were at a loss. dark windows all day.
then we saw this dude! holy shit. this guy. he's from italy and his name is Cesare. we both met him when we worked with the Twilight Singers. he was our host in Italy and pretty much got you what you wanted. apparently he loves 90's alt rock and that's how he met greg and J back in the day. well we didn't know that j was bro's with him and i walked out on the sidewalk and it's cesare. he lives on sicily and came to town to see greg and see dino. he used to bring bottles of his homemade wine to bands playing italy. and basically he is a reason to go there on vacay.... cause he told me he would hooka me uppa.
speaking of dulli. lars and i saw him too. he totally is on the verge of opening a hotel there. and putting out a new record with lanegan. we saw this angela's trumpet plant on the way to the R bar, his new bar/hotel. pretty cool. nina had an angela's trumpet in her front yard. looked exactly the same and smelled fierce.
fine. that was new orleans. beignets too.
then we went to austin. it was like 70. that's about it. gerard came to the show but i didn't see him cause his friend blew chunks. that's a good bro that takes care of sick pal. it was a killer show and i stood behind j's stacks the whole show and listened and doodled on the set list. i also wrote down things the band said in between songs. and things that i WISHED they had said. you can try to figure out which is which.
(and yes, that does say "murph almost pukes" after bulbs)
post austin show. emo's dressing room. this is what it's like on tour.
then we went to dallas. and everyone knows that dallas is the worst. it really is. and dallas on an overcast sunday next to a hooters. buuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnn. so nothing
a bird took a crap on murph's arm while he was telling me that he thinks we are aliens and that we ARE the missing link. that if you look at evolution there is no way we evolved. so we must have been seeded here by aliens. he firmly believes this. and i only mention it because it comes up again in a second.
then we had a sunday in oklahoma. i haven't talked about what an idiot our bus driver is. he's fat. he's like 2 years older than larry but looks like he is 10 years older. he has a heart prob and he complains and never does his job. he is also from oklahoma. and this is what oklahoma on a sunday ice storm looks like when you play the tiny club on the outskirts of town. and there's nothing around but a discount cig store. well there was a great record store next to the club. and the club was punk and cool. it just could have used a kick ass espresso machine.
then we got invited to a fancy restaurant by the employees! they even came to pick us up. and we had a private room. the food was good and it was fun. so other than OK being the birthplace of said lame driver it was cool. then murph started talking about his crazy theory about aliens again. and then he said that he thought scientologists were insane. and i told him that he basically was one. and i drew this on the top of someone's carry out box. that's murph flying through outer space the moon is saying hi.
we got back in time for me to see awesome color shred. they are so GOOOOOOD.
michael has an awesome bass face
dinosaur jr OKC
and then we went to iowa city. i mean can it get any less glamorous? the thing is i like all these cities, minus dallas, in the summer. or spring. or fall. but dudes, you do not want to be cruising from OKC to IC to Omaha to Kansas City to Denver to Aspen in december. it's a fucking fact. this is a routing made up by booking agents who have never seen the inside of shit club during an ice storm. it's made by dudes that are sitting at home in front of their fireplace collecting 15% every time a show ends anywhere in the states. they don't care where it is or what month. and so here we were in iowa city the night of a total ice storm. that's the second in as many days if you are keeping count.
however. it was amazing! so beautiful. and here's some proof. so awesome that i won't complain about the load load in up 2 flights of stairs.
the trees were so rad. once the sun went down and the lights went on they became giant chandeliers.
and now i am in omaha.
and tomorrow i am one day closer to home.
and i am exactly one month from my hawaiian vacation with jen a. my first true vacation ever.
and i am two months from the start of my next job. guess where the first date of that next job is? yep. hawaii. so that's two hawaii trips in less than month.
so i guess i can deal with a winter midwest snow job.
a couple disturbing images here...
comeback sauce
the grill that appears to be biting his crotch
and the dismembered sausage on the fork
macaroons via fed ex to athens.
and finally! Memphis and Jay Reatard on the same bill as awesome color and dinosaur.
so sick, even tho no one really cared for him in his hometown. at least not at this fogey fest.
triple flying V attack. so sick.
last week sometime while discussing life dreams with jen a we came across this real estate listing. i've been obsessed with it ever since. there's a ton of things you could do with this place that is off the grid but completely accessible. i won't tell you any cause i don't want you to steal my ideas. but there's a lot. that's not my point. anyway...
this got me thinking that i don't really think that rich people understand how to live. if they did then why, 10 days after i first saw it, would this property still be on the market? what i mean is: if you are brad pitt and you make $25 million ($25,000,000) per movie and you only have one kid to support, why wouldn't you buy this? there should be a buy it now button or a paypal link on that real estate site.
cause why not? it's only 3.5 million dollars. that's nothing. you wouldn't even have to pay cash for it if you didn't have 3.5 mil laying around in some sort of liquid form, surely brad pitt can get a loan no prob. put it on the black amex card, whatever. but just buy it dude. it's like a slice of heaven. some people have said, "maybe he already has an awesome place like that in the south of france." fine, maybe so. but who cares, so buy another one. what's the worst that's gonna happen? maybe he decides he doesn't want it in 3 years and has done nothing with it so he sells it for probably at least $50 - 100,000 more. i just don't get it. what do rich people do with their money? i often feel like this... like they don't really know how to spend it or to live. i mean what do i know? but i certainly don't think they are spending it the way i would.
today i was talking to owleypatrol, my new friend (seen here shooting a gun for the first time ever). we both know really wealthy people that don't have to work but do (totally retarded) and some that don't work but don't do anything at all. (hint: buy a redwood preserve in big sur, duh.). so she asked me what i would do if someone gave me $5,000,000. some things i came up with:
1.) red wood preserve yoga retreat
2.) buy an apartment in nyc
3.) buy every power tool i wanted and hire a super good carpenter to teach me to build amazing furniture.
4.) live in japan for at least 6 months.
5.) start a magazine for my friends
6.) go to antartica
7.) hike the appalachian trail (i know i can do this without 5 mil but i wouldn't have to be stresssed the whole time i was doing it)
8.) buy myself a role as an extra in a dunst film
since no one is going to give me millions of dollars i have been focusing and trying hard to think how i might make that money. here's an idea:
if you don't work in the entertainment industry you might not be aware of a type of interview called a phoner.
a phoner is when a journalist conducts an interview over the phone. they are given a time and a number to call (cell phone, hotel room, home phone, publicist office, etc) and they have their interview. these interviews usually happen much to the dismay of the subject. this is one of the top 5 most annoying responsibilities of my job, getting the talent to agree to do the interview and then actually do it at said time. i often make reference to my old favorite movie, jerry maguire and plead with them to "help me, help you make money. the more interviews you do, the more records or tickets you sell the more you make." or i just straight up tell them "i don't care if you don't do the interview." cause i don't. if they don't want to become more noteworthy what do i care? anyway... back to my point. my idea is to start a company that does these non - face to face interviews for people. after 14 months of touring with interpol i KNEW every answer to every question they could have been asked. so all you'd have to do is sit in on like 5 interviews an artist does, take some notes, tape it, whatever. and then you could charge a fee to field all these interviews for them. i mentioned it to a dude from widespread panic last night in athens and he was totally into it. i know j would be into it. it's a total moneymaker.
i have lots of other ideas too, i'll sell them to any interested people.
speaking of shitty parts of my job... i got to deal with the one i hate the most tonight. when someone doesn't show up for the bus call and you have to go find them. when they aren't at the strip club you know they are in their hotel room. and there they are after 35 phone calls and 12 minutes of constant banging on the door at 12 am a drunken, passed out murph with a totally shaved bright red head. what a loser.
what is weird in this photo (besides the fact that ben franklin apprears to be in a truck stop)?
the other night i went to waffle house with 2/3 of awesome color. so good.
awesome color. they are a great. really awesome.
