Blog/Tour Diary
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Boulder
Jet Blue was real good to me. They didn’t charge me for oversize bags (ie my piano). Continental did. They even called me from the gate to come back to the ticket counter to pay for it: $75. I hope they put that money to good use.
My friend, Eric, picked me up at the Denver Airport took me to the great town of Boulder.
It was good seeing everyone again. The Giants are really good guys.And tonight we debuted “Hocus Pocus” by Focus! That song is awesome. They brought me out on their 2nd encore and we rocked the shit out of that song. wait, they did and I ran out of breath due to the rocky mountain levels and couldn’t yodel the second time through but squeezed in some “Stayin’ Alive”. That’s a good song, too. The Bee Gees wrote good songs.
Oh, and some guy named Dave is bringing me some beer he made tonight. This is our second show in Boulder and he’s coming back. “They’re in cans. I hope you don’t mind.” Home brew in cans? That’s fantastic drinkin!
Speaking of drinking, we went to K’s China afterwards. Its a good old fashioned frat bar. This drunky dude was telling me about the time he “high-five-saturday-night”-ed Chuck Woolery at the Kentucky Derby. I enjoyed his brief company. I did a shot of Tuaca (girls drink that) with a Vailian local. I was on NY time in Boulder and had been up since 5am so I was getting sleepy. Me and Eric and his sweet ladyfriend, Jen, drove back to Denver and I passed out as Eric was telling me how hot it was in the house.
I woke up to an atomic alarm clock and made up something in my dream state on how important that alarm was but that I didn’t need to get up at 6am. When the clock goes off it shoots a beam to the ceiling with the time on it. I was too tired/stupid to turn it off.
I got up and hung out with JC. Not the famous JC but the fellow who was visiting from Dallas. He showed me the obsidian knife he was making. Yeah, it was a blade made from obsidian rock embedded in a deer antler, wrapped in faux sinew. That blade was pretty. Its translucent purple. I’ve never stabbed anything but I bet it’s not too hard to stab with a rock blade though its probably only good for slicing a piece of flan.
JC’s part Native American but doesn’t know which tribe because his grandmother won’t give up that info. I think I’m part Native American but am too lazy to find out if its true. That’s a shame. I have alot to be ashamed of but being a fool has its prizes.
I gotta go practice Hocus Pocus by Focus with the great They Might Be Giants now. I’m lucky today. -
Bad Day
If you’re having a bad day, call this number. It may help or hurt more. I like this lady’s voice: 510-351-7654
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Sorry about Seaports
For those that came out to the show Saturday night expecting a full show, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I was supposed to do a 30-45 minute set and was told 15 minutes before I went on that it was going to be a 3 song set. I had my piano and drummer with me and had to leave those offstage. After hearing some lamentations from folks after the set and from those who missed it completely due to the debacle (what a lovely word) I decided to treat myself to an Italian ice. Cherry. And it was tasty. But for real, I feel a little showtime blue balls (I don’t know how else to put it). So, I’m hoping to do a set, soon. Keep watching the site because I may get one this week.
Ding Dong,
mo
The Giants are very gracious. -
Online Gaming Eavesdrop
I heard this on my computer’s speakers today. I couldn’t tell what game it was but I think it was Divine Intervention. This is what my computer picked up:
Let’s go let’s go
Divine intervention
I can’t move him
What the hell
Omigod
(lost)
I didn’t think you could cast with that shit
Omigod
God dammit Leroy
You moron Leroy
Not my fault
We do have cyst on don’t we?
Leroy you are just stupid as hell
We got fried chicken
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If it’s hot don’t wear the jacket
I wore my sequin jacket during my set at Jam on the River. It looks good but I got a bit slow from the heat towards the end of the set.
I went to the FYE tent to sign some cd’s and a storm came in. Holy shit was it awesome. The cd’s blew off the table and the canopy began to blow away. If not for my dynamic holding down the tent, FYE would have lost it all. The three employees and I were holding onto the Weightgreatest kite ever. And then I thought, idiot, I’m gonna get struck by lightning. And then, someone who had their cd signed, asked for a picture. So, I had one arm around her and one arm holding the shelter. Shit man, I was Thor.
We took down the roof and I went back to my dressing room and hung out with DJ Logic and was rewarded with a Yuengling. Good times. -
Town Hall
The stage crew at Town Hall are tightknit. They all seem to get along well. One guy shared his dinner with me after the show. Good, good fellows.
This is the place where Mighty Wind was shot. It didn’t feel like Mighty Wind but more like the audience in Chris Elliot’s portrayal of FDR. I loved that special.
This was the first show on the tour with seats. It made me work harder. I didn’t pull out all the stops because I ran out of time but I did pull the stops real hard.
There’s was a huge Steinway backstage and organ pipes on the sides of the stage. I’d love to play the organ there someday. I played one at Trinity University in San Antonio. There’s a delay from pushing the keys to hearing the sound. I tried playing a Bach invention on it but couldn’t. It’s almost like you’re programming the song ahead of time. I knew a guy that majored in organ. He told me most of his music was circus music. I guess that’s what’s written mostly.
My friend, Fletch, came to the show. He gave me one of my first shows in Dallas. The manager at this club hated me and would get mad at Fletch every time he booked me. It pissed off Fletch so much that he booked me to play a staff meeting. Good times. It was real good seeing him. I hadn’t seen him in about 4 or 5 years.
And to the fellows who wanted to hear Junior High, I’m sorry I didn’t play it. I promise it to you next time. -
DC’s Fonz
I get confused with all the Florida streets DC has to offer but when I finally find get to where I need to it’s awesome. The 930 club takes real good care of you. Someone made tomato soup with stuff in it as soon as I walked in. And then they brought me dinner! And then beer! And then I got a motorcycle ride!
I wanted to kick around in Bowie and see the old sites but didn’t have time. And the museums. Next time. -
Indianapolis 500 blowout
I played a whole song on piano without any sound coming out. I could hear it onstage but noone in the audience heard it. I started the second piano song when I was told the sound wasn’t working. Excellent!
It was like dropping a bowling ball on a glass table and then still trying to serve ice cream on napkins. Delicious!
Someone yelled out Freebird and I played it, though I shouldn’t have.
I still have trouble talking to the audience individually. It’s hard not to. I have a hard time not answering back to dialogue directed at me.
“Are you high?”
No. Please. I’ll crash and burn with one beer at this thing. Hi. Yes, I did see Bad Boys. Huh? Not the second one. I should finish my set. Oh, yes I did like the first one. Martin Lawrence and Will Smith should work together more often because separate is like a Siamese twin trying to do a one-arm pushup. Okay, stranger, I really gotta start my next song . . . -
Holiday Inn
I stayed at the Holiday Inn in Chicago. It has a holidome with a macaw named Popeye.
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Ben Folds-Chicago
Ben Folds is a beautiful gentleman. What a stand up fellow. And so are Lindsey and Jerrod. Nice, nice fellows. And their tour manager, Joe, is stand up guy, too. He takes good care of me and always smiles and goes to bat for me when 2 outs are coming. I’m a lucky fellow. Real lucky.
The first night was in Chicago at the Riviera. I’m intimidated by places of such heights. But I walk in and there’s my beer and soda and bananas in my room and 2 dinners right outside in the hallway: pad thai, steak, pasta, homemade soup, salad, desert, good cheese and GOOD TIMES. I meet everyone and everyone is cool. Everyone. Mike, the sound guy, is a pro. And the promoters took a house of cards and put bricks around them. So tight!
The show went well and I got to watch Ben’s magic hands from the side of the stage. Holy shit is he good. He’s all over that piano. And I wish you could see Lindsey’s one-hand rolls. That band is tight and Ben is true showman. I hope I can play that good someday. -
Glasgow Dancing
I got a donner kebab the other day in Glasgow. It was the best donner kebab I’d ever had. Eric had 3 of them. The taxi waited for him to go back for another one. It topped off a weird night.
After the show we took our things to the tour bus and went out and about. I was very happy to be hanging out with Scots. Two excellent fellows, John and Steve, took me to the Cathouse.
“You want to go to a metal club?”
I pictured sitting at the bar listening to Guns and Roses and it sounded lovely.
“Yes. Let’s do it.”
Two of the lassies said, “You don’t want to go there” which made me want to go even more. I haven’t heard Ugly Kid Joe in a long time and I felt like it was coming.
The alleys in Glasgow smell like pee because of people like me. I have a weak bladder and ran into the alleys twice on the way there. The steps on street corners smell like pee because of the indiscreet and you won’t find my peepee there.
Then, I got a proper kebab because I don’t eat before shows.
And then came the Cathouse. Oh dear, its not what I expected. I know you should “when in Rome” with strangers but I just couldn’t get my poker face up. It was a dance club and I hate dance clubs. I can’t stand them. You can’t hang out. It’s too hard to talk to anyone.
I used to go into the mosh pit with my friends when I was younger at live metal shows, swinging my arm and skipping gorilla-like. But this was full-on dancing. I was mad at myself for being so uncomfortable but I couldn’t help it.
This one guy grabbed my arm and said, “Come on Corn Mo, dance with me.”
“No, I don’t dance.”
“C’mon”
He pulled me out on the dance floor and I thought, “Ok I’ll do this” but I couldn’t. I faked my beer being empty and pointed to the bar and eluded his grasp. I should feel bad but I don’t.
I walked from System of a Down on 3 to Guns and Roses on 2 and I should have felt better but I didn’t. I would have loved to have seen something live. I would have loved to have seen the worst metal band attempted by 19 year olds ever but I didn’t know where to go to see that.
I love Glasgow so I’m going to take dance lessons. -
Glasgow Jimmy
Let me tell you about Jimmy. From the time I was approached by him I was duly warned from three different people to watch out for him. I guess those were people who were around him all the time. For me it was no more than twenty minutes, maybe twenty-five and I enjoyed myself completely.
Jimmy’s balding with long hair, has a belly like mine but bigger and sports a Hitchhiker’s Guide t-shirt of which he was very excited about its upcoming movie.
“He’s been banned from every bar in Scotland.”
“This one?”
“Well, almost.”
Jimmy didn’t have it that night but he usually carries a flask of whisky with him to the bar. And he shares.
“Do ya have any single malt?”
“No, that would be in the front bar.”
We were playing that night at O’Neills -a chain of pubs with no real sound system for bands. It wasn’t terrible, just a hard room to command. Dimmed lights are very helpful at shows. There was no way to dim the lights. Hence, I played a social hall which was fine (it was a good show) but it was just harder to do than the others were.
Alright, so no single malt at that bar so we make our way to the front.
I’ve never had single malt. I’ve never wanted it. I’m not good with whisky. I rarely drink it. And tequila is hard to hold. It’s like a wiggly worm. You think you got a hold of it and then you lose it. And it waves over its new friends, Malai Kofta Dinner and Cheeseburger Lunch, and says, “Let’s take the party outside, my friends!” That’s why I only do shots in the rain next to a gutter.
“I hope you don’t take this wrong but you remind me of Jim Steinman.”
“Thank you. I love Jim Steinman.”
“I saw Meatloaf once and yelled, ‘Play Bad For Good ya fat bastard!’ And then it got silent.”
“Did he play it?”
“No. ”
Barkeep: “Yes?”
“A Talisker for me and my friend.”
“Ice?”
“Straight. Now, Corn Mo, when we raise our glasses you say, ‘Slainge’ and I’ll say, ‘Slainge Var’.”
And that we did. And it’s very good. It’s the best whisky I’ve ever had. Then I bought a round of Laphroaig. I liked the Talisker better.
Now I know what the big deal is. It’s a hobby to some like this guy who says it brings out chocolate and that Talisker may be good with nachos.
Anyway, Jimmy is a good guy. I later found out he’s a Jedi Chef at the Sci Fi Conventions. Everyone has got something. So, if you’re in Glasgow and someone tells you to stay away from Jimmy, take it with a grain of salt and buy him the second round. -
Tour Buses
I met Common Rotation during the Giants tour. We didn’t know each other and were going to share a vehicle together. They were ready to not like me and I was worried about them liking me. But like a cheetah to an antelope we took to each other becoming fast friends.
Erego, when they decided to go to the UK, good times steered them to invite me and good times we had. I don’t know how they were able to get a tour bus but they did. Good bunks, kitchen, entertainment center including playstation, toilet, good times.
I’ve been known to fall asleep early no matter what. I’ve taken naps at bars, parties, green rooms. But with jetlag I was able to stay up late but not able to sleep late because the sun excites me. So, I’d get up and watch the terrain or play ps2 or watch a movie or write before anyone got up.
Jory would get up next and then Matt and then Eric and then Brian. Adam sleeps real late.
The best thing about having a bus is not worrying about where you’re gonna sleep after the show. Sometimes when funds are low you’re lucky to know someone in the town your in and you can get a couch. Sometimes you find a stranger and you wake up on the kitchen floor to a toddler looking for cereal.
So, this was a great luxury. -
London1
My flight to London was alright. There was a kid kicking my chair constantly. I did the half turn thinking he was 11 and would get the hint. I finally did the full turn with a mean look and it was a four-year-old. My face changed quick and I let him continue kicking. During my chair banging I watched Cellular. Holy shit is that a terrible movie. “Dude”, “Bro”, “When you going to realize she doesn’t want you anymore”. I wanted to change it but wanted to see some action so I waded through the point break dialogue and finally got some action and it soon sucked less. I started to watch Elektra but was a smarter watcher by then and changed to the Lemony Snicket movie which I enjoyed.
I had no problems getting to my friend’s bar. I hung out with him and others and had a nice time.
I’m exhausted right now. I hurt my back on the bed. Jory went to get some nap in. I should have done the same.
I had bad chinese food. I’m an idiot with my dinners.
I gotta go take a nap. I’ll be no good for the show tonight. -
My Uncle Kicked Ass on the tv
http://www.pbs.org/previews/nova_saving_natltreasures/
My Uncle Nathan was one of many who discussed the best way to preserve the Declaration of Independence. It was like a monster garage show but a little more serious. Although there were some people that performed for the camera. That’s why I can’t watch reality shows. That fake arguing or elevated arguing for the camera is bothersome.
But my uncle stood his ground on the real argument. They all wanted an airtight casing and made a good design to do so. But, Nathan wanted to frame the sealed casing with pockets filled with silica gel to regulate the humidity. The others argued if it were airtight you wouldn’t need the gel. (This gel is what you find in packaging like a sugar packet.)
I’m no scientist. Not even an amateur. But I do think backup plans are a good idea and from my science armchair I say you should put the silica gel pockets in just in case the box leaked. My uncle lost the argument and agreed to share the blame when in fifty years it does leak and allows humidity.
He’s a badass in the preserving of documents. He also worked on preserving the Magna Carta, the Gettysburg Address, and a number of oil paintings.check it out: http://www.loc.gov/exhibits/gadd/gapres.html
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Baby Dee Is Excellent
I have a lot on my plate today. When I get home I can start finishing those things. One of the things I have to do is- no wait, two of the things are:
learn a Ben Ickies tune
learn a Baby Dee tune
Ben wrote a song for his orchestra but can’t be at his show and asked me to play it for him. That’s cool. I like his work.
And I have to learn a Baby Dee song for next week.
About three years ago I stayed at this lady’s house in Ohio. She let me have her bed and she slept elsewhere. Had I known she would be sleeping on the dining room floor I would have refused for she had to get up early to do her paper route. She, Una and I had stayed up that night in her kitchen drinking wine. She was telling me about her album that had organ, accordion, piano, harp, and her vocals with birds from her backyard as a background. And I think if there are two cd’s, then one is only birds from her backyard. So, I’ve been waiting to hear this for a long time.
Well, the other night, Sxip, the fellow I replaced in the Bindlestiffs, had a show and was to hook me up with a cd to learn her songs.
I missed Sxip’s wonderful band but saw the Wiyos who were fantastic. A three-piece old America band with a singer who sounds a lot like Hank Williams. They were great.
Yesterday, I went to Magic Brian’s and listened to Baby Dee’s cd on the way. It’s excellent. It’s a cross of Rufus Wainwright and Tiny Tim. Beautiful, haunting songs.
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Hula Hoops
I get emails for shows all the time. And I try to make them. And sometimes its cold outside and my stomach hurts from not cooking my food well enough. Or some other reason. That would be a reason not to go out.
But when someone calls me and invites me to a show it’s hard not to go. They took time to make sure I knew they had a show and asked me to please come. I can’t let a friend down.
I made lobster ravioli for dinner and I think I messed up the sauce because my stomach hurt really bad not too soon after I ate.
I was given a PS2 and it can suck your life. I can leave it alone and not want to play but I had a hankering for an RPG so I found Evil Dead: A Fistful of Boomstick.
The game itself is okay but the cool part is Bruce Campbell’s voice. I love that guy. http://www.kittenpants.org/21_ray/bruce.asp
Anyway, I was waiting for a friend to come by and get his beer keg from my house and in the meantime, I was trying to destroy Nathanial Payne with a shovel.
After the keg was gone my stomach felt better so I hiked to the show.
Miss Saturn was celebrating her birthday by hula-hooping in her birthday suit. I missed that part but hey, it’s alright.
I’ve never seen Galapagos so crowded. Travis, who works there, bought me a beer. And we watched best we could from the back.
Tanya, Miss Saturn, Kalki, and some dude, and some other lady did their hoops. The dude was awesome. They were all fantastic. Kalki and I shared a trailer with my girlfriend when we were in Circus Boreal in Alaska. She’s really good.
There was a handful of older gentlemen with cameras in the front. One guy had his digital that he would post on Saturn’s site, the other fellow had a conventional camera, and the third man had a 3-D camera. Magic Brian tells me that these guys go to all the burlesque shows. He brought his slides and the view-master-like viewer to show others. Good times.
Me and Noah and Magic got pizza at Ana Marie’s. That’s good pizza. And I walked home and played Bruce Campbell until 3.
Go see my friends do their things:
www.misssaturn.com
www.kalkihulagirl.com.au/kalki/
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My Band
Saturday night was one of the best saturday nights of saturday nights. Three bands at my house, friends, beer, new friends, good times all around.
My friend Jim brought his band, Deck of Jack, which was him and another guy named Fuzz. They were fantastic. I’d done a solo show with him at a BBQ a couple of years ago. But this one was a lot different.
Fun raps. Yo raps on the mike. Really fun.
And then the Live Ones. My roommate’s band with the drummer singing. Like the Carpenters set up but with KISS-like sermon banter and straight up rock. The guy, Mike, puked behind his drums because he played too hard. I love that. That’s a rock show. That’s the spirit. That’s the way it should be done.
And then we took the stage and we were sloppy but it was still fun. I messed up and ron had a lot of beer in him but he played well. He had sliced the tip of his finger off the week before with his new kitchen knife. It was nothing but good times.
ding dong, rock and roll. -
Rock Circus Practice
Like building a model rocket- you spend days making it and then take it to the park. It’s going to either be spectacular or a dog is going to bite it and chew on it and then bury it.
I started working with this girl, Irene, on the rock opera. It was weird having someone else sing a song I wrote. I had to let go and let her take the wheel and drive. Like building a model rocket- you spend days making it and then take it to the park. It’s going to either be spectacular or a dog is going to bite it and chew on it and then bury it. Well, it was spectacular. Irene took the torch and high-fived her coach at the finish line.
I’m gonna write another for her to sing. -
a cougar can take a rabbit
The receptionist I work with is taking off next week to lay down some tracks. He raps. His name is BRock. You can pronounce it either way. I hope he goes far. He’s real nice.
He told me his producer told him to rhyme about escalades and shit he can’t afford. Now he’s told to rhyme about the ghetto.
He had a rhyming dictionary up on his computer.
“things that rhyme with -ain”
“Castles of Spain”
“woodworking plane”
I really hope he uses one of those two options that are really on this site.
I helped him a little and got him going. He got really excited. He told me what he was going to write about and I told him he was already writing it as I repeated it back to him. Write it down.
Oh, and fuck escalades. I was trying to get a rental out of Nashville during Christmas and there was only one car available in the city.
“I can go down to $80 a day for you on an escalade.”
I don’t know. Maybe an Escalade is a good ride. But I’ve driven enough to feel more comfortable in a shitty 89 Nissan because I know I won’t worry about the scratches that will come from the Kroger parking lot. Not that I drive anymore or go to Kroger.
My friend, Fishboy, makes sure you know it’s Kroger and not Krogers. Internets. Walmarts. Dinners. You only eat one dinner a day unless it’s prepackaged as in “I ate five Hungry Man dinners.” Or you’re a Hobbit. If you’re a lion and you eat two elks it’s still called dinner.
“I’m going back for seconds.” I say this alot because I do it alot. “I’m going back for a second helping of a Golden Corral dinner because I want my money’s worth.”
You shouldn’t eat buffet on the road because it’s uncool to yourself and those around you. Unless you get your own hotel room within the hour. I miss the road.