I waltzed into soundcheck feeling pretty good from Vitamin F kicking in. “Who’s doing the very last lounge act of the tour?” I asked. No one moved a muscle. I gave it another couple beats before I said, “Am I going to have to do it myself?”
On Labor Day 1991 we played the Biloxi Coast Coliseum. If you’ve been to the Biloxi coastline, chances are you went for the casinos. Back then, the casinos hadn’t been built yet. Or if they had, I don’t remember them. We had taken over a somewhat fleabag hotel where Nomad had stayed before. I was […]
I don’t understand why people love me. And that’s probably what a lot of my troubles that tour boiled down to. I was coming to terms faster with the fact that I could love other people without understanding it than I was the opposite. By showtime the heat had let up a little, so it […]
I don’t understand my own ego. How can I be so invested in self-expression that I’ll tell people it’s my reason for living, and at the same time be so self-effacing I almost erase myself sometimes? Flip tapped the watch on his wrist to tell me it was time for Vitamin F. I took the […]
I don’t understand arguments. I don’t understand what happens or why. I feel like other people must understand them better. Am I wrong?
(Thanks to generous donations last week from readers to our Paypal account, here is a Saturday post! Enjoy! -ctan) On the bus to the venue, Flip sat down with me to strategize pharmaceuticals management. We decided on a Flexeril 30 minutes before soundcheck, another one 30 minutes before showtime (five hours later), and debated whether […]
Ziggy and I slept in the same bunk. Good thing we’re small. We didn’t conk out right away. We lay there, spooned, our heads on the same pillow, talking quietly for a little while. “I guess I really can’t get out of going to your family Christmas this year,” Ziggy said with a low chuckle.
At almost midnight, Flip came and knocked on the door of the suite where Ziggy and I had, for lack of a better term, fucked each other silly and then passed out. When we’d woken we’d had room service, and we had just gotten out of a very long shower when the knock came. You […]
We got into a cab in front of the hotel in St. Louis. The weather was a hot drizzle, with the temperature around ninety and the air like soup. The cab driver was a black guy who definitely didn’t seem to think he had anyone but maybe a couple of college kids in his cab. […]
I woke up at five in the morning having a dream about Jordan. It was a super realistic dream where we were working on a project together and somehow we needed a piece of equipment they didn’t have in the studio and we were going to various lengths to try to get it, which included […]