Where is the hotel?

let me holler against the pop stars dreams

an amazing no age video is just what you need on a rainy minneapolis day.

i'm looking for something

all of the following are actual conversations i was part of today.

the scene: in front of the club getting fresh air at 11 pm, 30 minutes before Dinosaur goes on. I am leaning against the wall and an approx 18 year old asian girl approaches me.

Girl: Hey, what's happening?
Me: Not much, just working. what's going on?
G: Nothing. Just looking for something.
M: Oh yeah? What are you looking for?
G: Something. Ya know what i mean?
M: No, but if you tell me I'll tell you if i can help.
G: I'm looking for...
she looks around
G: I'm looking for some drugs.
M: Oh, yeah. I can't help you there.
G: Damn. They told me to come ask you. We thought you looked like you would be dealing.
M: Really? weird. Why would you think that?
G: Hey man, that's a compliment.
Then her friends walk up and she says:
G: this guy is beat.

The scene: Load out, a bunch of drunk people from the show milling around on the sidewalk. Eastern Indian guy, swaying a little bit walks by and bumps into me.

Indian guy (with mild slurage): hey, you remind me of Jimi Hedrix.

The scene: The dressing room after the show. A drunk girl gets back there somehow. She's kicked out. Then 3 minutes later she gets back again. She's trying to get Allison from Awesome Color to go home with her and smoke some doobs.

Allison: Nah. I am gonna hang out with my bro's thanks though.
drunk lezzie: I can get you some poppers too. I can take you to the gay porn store and we can buy some poppers.
We all laugh.

The scene: Load out, again. Drunk with pooka shell necklace, shaggy long hair and shirt unbuttoned hafl way down gets in my face. His friend with dreadlocks gets in J's

Pooka: Hey man, great show. but you know what, you really shouldn't have your bus idling all night long. it's a waste of fuel. (the generator is running at the time. not the bus engine)
Me: dude, it's the generator.
P: yeah, but still you're ruining my planet.
Awesome Allison: Hey fucker, try buttoning up your shirt. You're ruining my planet by being such an asshole.

Midwest Canada is a weird place. Nice during the day, drunk douche's at night. i feel weird the last couple of days. lost and a little heartbroken or something. probably has a lot to do with these three things:
amazing scenery through the mountains.
planning crazy travel to and from europe, australia and japan and europe over the next 10 weeks.
and missing my friends.
my profound ability to make the most mundane thing nostalgic.

i can't wait to be back in the states. canada is bizarre.

Then enter our pit and feel our might

am i on tour or a pre school field trip? it feels awesomely like both.

sometimes opposite means the same

zero decibels

about 115 db at 100'

both beautiful.

late mothers day post

i didn't post anything about how much i love my mom on mothers day. i was depressed from being dumped and starting this crazy tour.
after my post about olympia and Earth the other day i got this email from my mom:

From: [email protected]
Subject: My word, that Hibernaculum is quite
Date: May 21, 2007 9:22:15 AM PDT
To: [email protected]

morose, but I kind of like the sound.

"but i kind of like the sound."

my mom likes the new earth record. and that's why i love my mom.

as it flees it surrounds me.

i can feel it from the trees here in the straits of the puget sound.
thanks to god and glaciers for making this place that so far has gone undiscovered to me. the ferry ride this evening, after and adventurous border crossing and successful day of logistical decisions, was like being wrapped in a blanket of pine and sea water and cammomile tea.
perfect.
we have a bus. we have a kid on it. and we have an internet connection. i have hibernaculum in my hotel room. and it feels like it's going to be a great summer. i love dinosaur jr. i love going to places i haven't been. it happens so rarely these days. Starting on May 10th through yesterday i have been in exactly the same city as i was on the same dates in April. bizarre. but now, now i am in a special place with another ferry ride to look forward to and drives across the canadian rockies. all places i haven't been. did i say that it's making me love my job again?

i can't decide so you get them all. expand them. click on the photo. make them big. they deserve it, i think.
and click the earth link in the post below and listen to the song from "hibernaculum" while you look. i know it's a lot of work. but it's what i am doing now and it feels good.

dripping from the trees like diamonds

sarah showed me and j around olympia. it was awesome being back in a place that when i think about living there seems like i dreamed it.

it was classic weather.
start and stop misting rain.

the new Earth record, "Hibernaculum" was the soundtrack in my head.
it is the new slow jam for the rest of my tour. it'll help me celebrate my loneliness.

sarah is stoked for olympia.

we saw a baby seal.

the northwest slayed as usual.

awesome awesome color rippers

what a week! reunion central. oh. but wait! i have to tell you how ripping the support act on this tour is and how stoked i am that they carry the torch for scorching michigan punk. Awesome Color. the drummer allison is so wicked, hunched over her drums and pounding hardcore beats while dreaming of skating. their music reminds me of the first time i dropped into a half pipe and wiped out on my face. check them out.

but what a week. the bummer that was sf without mary has been forgotten by the always radical northwest.
last night when i was walking out of the club i ran into my old friend danny kinley. i met danny when he was truly a kid, a freshman in college and he came into the record store i worked at and would hang out. he wanted to drop out and go snowboarding. i convinced him to stay. and now he designs the skate shoe line for adidas and goes to china 3 times a year. so epic. even more epic is the kid and wife he has now! radical. i hadn't seen danny in like 2 years.

then this morning i met jamie for a cup of coffee at stumptown before she had to go to work. it's been a year since i've seen her. she's stoked on her "banal" portland life. it's happening people. we are turning into adults at an alarming, spectacular rate. she was so excited about her two hour trip to the grocery store the night before. it was the reason she couldn't come the the dinosaur show.

jamie

and then, 4 years since our last visit, i saw my favorite northwesterner. she inspired probably my most nostalgic post to date (and one of the finer ones, if i do say so myself). she inspire me to start this blog.

rebecca.

i've been here so many times since we last talked. and to finally get to talk to her again was the best thing that has happened to me in a while. we talked about the gut feeling of knowing things aren't right. the way i can talk to her is just amazing. and she listens and responds and it's like a real conversation. how rare those are these days. i mean to have one of those in person. and not be talking on the cell phone while i am walking from some restaurant to the club. and "oh, i gotta go cause i have to pay for this now". and no speedtalking cause you know you only have someone's attention while they are on their 5 minute drive home or whatever it is we do on our cell phones. it was only rushed by our (or at least my) desire to catch up with her and be with someone that i felt completely understands me. a fellow tv lover that isn't afraid to admit that being lonely is a drag.

and there is still olympia tomorrow! how ruling is the northwest?
you can always tell when i am listening to "love is love" by lungfish! cause i use a lot of exclamation points!

i've never walked from las feliz to beverley hills

i try so hard to be stoked on getting older. everyday. most days it's totally easy and then a slant 6 flyer rears its' awesome head.

i'm not afraid of laughter

last night this guy here, adam albright, wanted to meet my boss.
this guy.

he told the merch dude that he was the guitar player in sebastian bach's band and that he "wanted to meet J mascis". merch dude asked me, j said it was cool, i told the merch dude he could bring him downstairs. merch guy introduces me to him and this is how it goes:
merch guy: hey david, is this cool to take him to J?
me: ahh, oh yeah.
adam albright: hey, you fuckin hippy!
me: huh?
adam: you fucking hippy.
then he starts walking away and i am like "what did you say"?
adam: i was kidding you fucking hippy.
hahaha
it was such a douche thing to say i didn't even know how to react. he was like 8 feet of skinhead intensity a little drunk on beer.

here's a good palate cleanser to get the taste of douche out of your mouth. it's one of the things i will miss the most not living with nina anymore.