Where is the hotel?

ready for home

we're back from northern california and i look forward to spending time in one place for a few weeks.

is there anything worse than a salvation army store?

scout's first day at the beach, ever.

don't throw oranges on an escalator

it's a bummer to wake up to the news that one your favorite people has died.
robert altman died last night in LA. in my opinion he was the greatest filmmaker of the 70's. he made all these great movies iin the span of 5 years.
MASH
McCabe and Mrs. Miller
Brewster McCloud
The Long Goodbye
California Split
Nashville
not to mention Short Cuts, Popeye, Gosford Park and The Player.
He was 81.

what would choke do?

he probably would have gone out and beaten some people down, slapshot style. instead i am forced into frustration by chronically late support acts that i can't reprimand becuase half of them are "in" the band i work for. it's the price i must pay for working with a band like broken social scene. while their slackness lends itself to a pleasant experience it also drives me up a fucking wall. it makes me want to show them what a real hardcore beatdown is, and not in a wikipedia video.

so support bands, think about that the next time you decide that 8:45 pm in a union run house means 8:58 pm.

and since the only photos of choke from slapshot/last rights i can find are from the bloated reuniion period i am gonna use this one. it operates on so many levels.

let's start today

that's all that's left. one more date. this is my life, on paper, at least half of the year. it's crossed out lines. it's the best part of the day, the time when you can fold the page of the itinerary and then turn to the front and cross off the date. after tomorrow i will have done that 171 times this year. that is 171 nights either a coffin sized bunk on a bouncing bus or in a hotel. the worst days were the ones when i was in the hotel with the snoring douche.
anyway, that's how i cross them off. larry takes a sharpie and day by day turns the whole page black, one at a time. once he actually would rip off sections of the page so that he didn't have to be reminded of the dates a week earlier. but that was when we were in europe so it's understandable.

as you can see, today we were in Cleveland. i had lunch with my mom and brother. it's weird being a few blocks away from your family and just seeing them for a few hours. so to kill the time after soundcheck and since they had all gone home for the night, i went to the mall in the terminal tower. and i saw a lids and i ended up buying a couple of hats. then i left and took a bunch of photos in public square. again, all my photos are at night.

last night rebecca, the best baker on the east coast, brought us some brownies. yes, the same brownies i have mentioned at least 5 times before on this site. they lived up to their reputation and this is what was left 10 minutes after i put the box out for general consumption.

i can't wait to go home and start up some yoga and think about my big plans for next year.

costume party tonight

well, it wasn't much of a party. brendan seems to have dubbed this broken social scene tour the quiet tour. which is a-ok with me. a couple of freaks from boulder, co showed up today with some mdma. they are traveling on the dmst bus and have pretty much been forbidden from coming on this one. well, they HAVE been forbidden, for sure. they just don't know it yet and as soon as they try i will shut them down, with pleasure. there aren't enough opportunities to lay down the law on this tour. it's my only regret about working with broken social scene.

so tonight was halloween, probably my least favorite holiday of the year. i don't like the pressure to get dressed up and i am happy to be working so i don't have to think about it. but tonight i was three different costumes throughout the show. i started as the grim reaper, cause that's what the band thinks about my personality. half of them are scared of me. they are big pussies. but i don't have a photo of that one. once the show started i took that one off and i happened across an unopen beard on the bus. so i thought i could be matishyu or however that guy spells his name, the hasidic rapper.

i don't even know if that guy has a beard! i can't stand that whole concept. and by the way, our bus driver says that he knows someone that works with matishyu and the guys supposedly isn't even a hasid. now, on one hand, that would not surprise me. on the other hand, our bus driver is a twit and will talk to you about things that you would never, nay, COULD never care about, e v e r. the other day i saw him talking to one of the band members, a canadian girl, about american football for about 20 minutes. he just ran his mouth and ran it and ran it. anyway...so it wouldn't surprise me if we found out that 93% of the things he says are bullshit.

anyway...so i was matishyu for a minute. then i found some sunglasses and i sorta became a cross between billy gibbons from zz top and mark david chapman.

then i realized that if i took the beard off i was a dead ringer for j masics circa 1991. all i had to do was take the beard off and it was the year punk broke all over again.

j

me

kevin drew (broken social scene) and "j mascis" dinosaur jr 10/31/06