When I was accounting the drab stories of our tour last fall (I, of course, never finished my narrative), I believe I mentioned that many photos were taken and that I'd eventually post them. Well, I have yet to see the photos taken with any of the digital cameras along for the ride, but Fido did finally scan the three Polaroids taken. His plan was ( Read more... )

This morning I got into a car accident. I am okay, the other driver, as far as I know, is okay. My car is likely totaled and my amplifier, which was in my trunk, might also be totaled, but I haven't a place to plug it in and find out -- the casing around the amp itself is splintered and broken. I haven't checked out my guitar, but its case was ( Read more... )

six-thirty p.m.
Costume intact, I approach the Lager House and nearly topple from the crusty ice caps of the curb back into Michigan Ave. while carrying all my gear. I survive and enter the bar. I look like a pale impression of Casimer, which was the point. I feel like a pale impression of my former self. I am conscious of too much around me, ( Read more... )

"It's coming down...
All the lanes are waxed with silver and the stores are open for vagabonds."


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Saturday, October 8 (Marquette to Houghton)I awoke hazy and pissed. Crazy Bear (Not Spider Ace) was sawing logs as he is sometimes wont to do, especially after a marathon of drinking, but on such mornings he is so loud, not even his charm can save him from my ill-directed grumps (though it is hardly his fault he is such a snorer). I laid in bed, ( Read more... )

You know those times when everything gets all jumbled up and you try to relate it to yourself via a highly dramatic metaphor because you're feeling pretty stupid and lonely and idiotic and selfish and needy and desperate and callous and crummy and irreverent and chapped and slow and as you're devising this silly metaphor (say life's a boat, a very ( Read more... )

Friday, October 7 (Ann Arbor to Marquette)I awoke startled. It was 6:15 AM, an hour or so before my alarm was set even though I had gone to bed after 2:00 AM, but considering my body had written sleep out of its schedule for the few weeks previous, it was unsurprising. I put on a pot of coffee, took a shower, went out for a cigarette, booted up the ( Read more... )

Last night may have been the weirdest gig we've ever played and it oddly came only two days after the previous "weirdest gig" we've ever played, which was for the Great Lakes Commission. Last night was at the Max Fisher Music Center, where Orchestra Hall is located, and we played just across the lobby from where the DSO was warming up for their ( Read more... )

I'm feeling very empty yet somehow cumbersome.

I must now eat.

I do not want to come to work tomorrow, but it is inevitable.

In a completely bizarre turn of events, I might be making some rock 'n' roll-type musical soundish sounds at the world's largest indoor aquarium. No idea when or if it'll even happen, but we were approached last night by one of the directors about playing there ( Read more... )