a free form jazz odyssey in front of a festival crowd

a story about unrealistic body image for dudes:

When i was in LA, about a week before i left, I saw Velvet Revolver. I resorted to my child like state of amazement at Slash, my first big guitar hero. The music was good, not great, but it impacted me in a serious way. I felt totally uncool. These guys weighed like 90 lbs each, and all had badass clothes on, all former GNR members in leather pants. I had had enough, the next day, having recently graduated from college, i decided to buy myself a present. So, in hollywood fashion, I cruised down melrose to the vintage clothing venues, in search of the prize. After a bit, i stumbled upon them. To the dressing room i went, instilled with fear that i was too fat. Lo and Behold, they fit! BOO YA! For 50$, i owned a pair of brown leather pants, the real thing, theyre pretty much raw hide on the inside.

When i arrived home, i told my roomate and his crazy ass girlfriend to wait outside, they knew exactly what i had done, since the VR was all i talked about. And from that point on, i was no longer without leather pants.

The thing is, you cant wear them often. For one, they are pretty comfortable, unless you have to sit, walk, take the stairs, turn, kick something, pretty much anything other than standing straight up. They are also like 200 degrees. Leather, as seen in that Friends episode, really does not breathe.

But sometimes you have to take one for the team. Having acquired the afore mentioned Thunderbird Bass, in true Nikki Sixx style, i must adorn the pants in the NY state capital. If i do not return you will know why.

So what if you think i’m totally uncool and refuse to be seen with me, I’ll still have the pants

So I have lost the first round of a great battle with an instrument known as The Bass. I recently acquired a Thunderbird- Nikki Sixx Style, thinking that with the combination of leather pants would make me an instant rock and roll god. I slightly overlooked the fact that bass strings are like 14 times as heavy as guitar, and hence my hands would have to get used to it. So i’m all like “Whutev, G, i’ll play 2 shows and rehearse 4 times in 3 days, no biggie, ya’ll” Who was wrong? Steve was wrong.

After a decent performance last night, consisting of much rock and rolling, my hands are bandaged up, and i dont know how i am going to play tuesday, at a show in albany, at which i will debut the leather pants. No darling, not kidding.

I wish you could really make up for sleep on weekends, but i dont think it works like that. Saturday, i slept 5 hrs, followed by 12 on sunday, and somehow, i feel just as tired right now, having slept 6 last night. I will never understand. We need a national Catch Up on Sleep day. I believe the effects on everything would be overwhelmingly positive, and sales of nyquil would go way up. My Homeboy Jay is the voice of NyQuil, does that count as name dropping if no one knows his name? Can an older white dude be a homeboy? yes. yes he can.

Damn These Blog Spammers! how do they know about the org? i dont know.

So I am done traveling for a little while. There is a photo documentary in the works about the Atlanta trip, me and Web Master T Bone will have it completed by the end of the year. On the final gospel recording, which took place in the bronx, we were physically forced out of the venue by the promoter, followed by the producer and I having a verbal disagreement in the parking lot. Wondeful? Yes, very.

The T Bone picked up a juicer a few weeks ago, and juice fest 06 has begun. We juice like there is no tomorrow. If it can be ground to a pulp to produce juice, we have done it. Mango? yes. Celery? Youbetcha. Carrot Apple? are you sick? who would ever do that? whats wrong with you! well, yes, we juiced that too.

Last night around 10, the crew ordered mexican food. It was not amazing, but still ok. It is now 1:24pm the day after, and all I want from this world is a burrito. Is that too much to ask? I’m pretty sure the T is still asleep, but i’m thinking of making a lot of noise so he wakes up, and i can be like “yo dude, you know what i’m thinking?” and the immediate answer on his part will be “BURRITOS” because it always is. Sometimes i say “Tarn, what time is it?” he says “BURRITO TIME!” when its like 11:40 at night and we are on the train to Staten Island. Thats just how we live, yo. On the edge at all times.