Where is the hotel?

drag queens are in the dressing room

there's some photos from last night. stuart signed some stuff at the merch booth last night. there was a couple that spent their honeymoon weekend seeing belle and sebastian in toronto and montreal. when i told the band this they thought it was absurd that they weren't "shagging in a hotel room" instead of watching going to concerts.

i told you that this would happen. i mean i knew it, cause i know that some people just can't help themselves. one is a beautiful thank you note to belle and sebastian, in cursive no doubt. the other is quite the opposite. again, i told you. i mean it doesn't even make any sense, dude.

this was my day today.
i unpacked a ton of boxes.

then i watched lucas eat with his new retarded pal that hung about ALL DAY LONG. even though everyone was ignoring him. i mean we ignored him like shelley duvall was ignored in altman's amazing "3 women".

then i took photos of myself and the band in front of the best wall in the world.

stevie dreads, hardcore tour manager and predator

bass player.

stevie jackson puts his shoes on.

sarah. pink chairs. and drag queens in a minute.

sez is a maniac and she plays the cello.

then i watched belle and sebastian fuckin shred.

and finally. i was frightened by a bunch of mean old drag queens calling everyone a cunt and at this very moment they are freaking out that sebastian bach is playing next door. i gotta go.

staring contest

i think it would be awfully odd to be in a band and have people staring at you all day. and this was even in the dressing room.

i can guarantee you that this will be defaced before the night is out. i'll have pictures to prove it tomorrow, unless my fingers can't operate the camera cause they are frozen tubes.

it is also entirely possible that i will be killed by a minotaur underneath the club before the night is out.

right now i have to go deal with this.

bucking down with snow

"bucking down with snow" is apparently scottish for "it's a fucking blizzard". hopefully the bus driver isn't getting wasted right about now. it's a sad day cause don knotts died. i mostly remember him from Three's Company. and he always sort of grossed me out even though i was a kid and i didn't realize at the time that he was supposed to be gross. which i guess means he was a pretty good actor. he won 5 emmy's after all.

speaking of tv. i wonder if csi could figure out what all the weird jizz stains are on the window below.

i thought a lot about my living situation today. i guess cause people keep asking me where i am living now. and i just have to say "nowhere".
so. i think i am gonna try and live here:

cause i am not hairy enough to live here:

so that's the plan for today. to recap: i decided that i am not going to live in a tree. that's about all that has happened, so far today. granted there is still a lot more time and our first bus call of the tour coming up, but if anything exciting happens i'll have to talk about it tomorrow.

here's my feet on the floor, where they belong, in the club in toronto. i promise, my last toronto picture.

turning a corner

okay.
i am so stoked to be on tour again. i mean, yes, i am a little drunk. but i can't imagine a better reason to have a few drinks than going to dinner in the hotel bar and running into belle and sebastian and some of the people i will be working with for the next few weeks. it's the opposite of the last big tour i was on.
yesterday i was in LA

tonight i am in toronto

today we had a production day. we use these days to get everything set up before the start of the tour. it's always a little spooky because it's like you are setting up for a show but no one comes. there are empty cases and cables everywhere. you expect to see a line outside but it's just the random person doing their job. we are ghosts until the people show up. and then, i guess, we remain ghosts.

the view from the club when i showed up. i can't figure out why the lake isn't frozen. this is lake ontario. lake erie was always frozen this time of year when i was growing up. maybe it's chemicals in the water or something cause it is fucking freezing up here.

the view from the club when i left. inbetween i counted a shit load of t-shirts. eatman, you would have loved it. i like this night setting on the camera. things always look super imposed. and i like my horizontal band of hair across my forehead.

a brief moment of a good time in LA. kime and vietnamese soup sealed in plastic.

does google really work?

big man holding small cup

anna, did that work?