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8/9/10 Amsterdam

Back out here for a quick 2 week 11 show run. Got in Sunday, first show tonight at the Milkweg. We’re staying at a hipster hotel called Citizen M, all super modern and very inconvenient. The toilet and the shower are in little round glass enclosures that seem like something from a domestic version of Star Trek (“Scotty the plumbing on this planet is awful, beam me down a proper toilet!”) but it’s a hotel and these will be fairly rare for me over the next couple of weeks. Boo fucking hoo. First show is always a little nerve wracking, load in is at 1pm and we’ll see if all the rental gear works or if anything was forgotten, fingers crossed.

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May 10, 2001 – Oklahoma City
Played some giant ballroom in the middle of nowhere (Diamond Ballroom?). The show didn’t sell well so the club didn’t give a shit and we got treated like ghosts. It’s really hot and sad today, just fucking bleak. Used the ladies room during the day before doors as it’s usually cleaner and the stalls have doors. There was a big piece of shit on the floor in the ladies room, which was clean except for that. It was surrealistically disgusting. Went back after the show and load out and it was still there, weird.

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motley 16/29/09 Rockwave Festival, Athens
The festival got rained out which sucked as we were there setting up our shit, so it was kind of like a snow day but not entirely. Even Motley Crue’s dressing rooms were sad, so sad it looked like they were crying. Or maybe they were crying for joy.

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6/30/09, home
The nine hour flight from Greece turned out to be twelve, and I’ve been up 23 hours. I got nothin’, good night.

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A quick note on “Carpenters”
There’s a thing unique to Germany (well there’s a lot but I’m picking one) called “The Carpenters”. This may sound like bullshit but it’s true, at least it’s the way I heard it. An old tradition says that people who wish to join the Carpenters Guild must travel the land for three years, never going to their home town, never paying for travel or room. They also have their own uniform (pictured). To me it seems like a professional hobo club, but these guys (and some ladies) are really well respected throughout the country and are pretty much beyond reproach. Like a human version of India’s sacred cows. Our tour manager who’s german and rarely has a kind word for anyone loves them. A few came to a couple of shows and while this small portion is by no means a fair representation of the whole, they were kind of dicks, self righteous and full of shit. Backstage after the show, drinking our beer and eating our food, “Well you, … you do this for money (chomp, chomp, chomp), we…we’re better than that (glug, glug, glug)…unlike you…we care about the spirit…we’re not materialistic…Do you have any apples?”. They wander germany, beware.

not a weird Mod revival

not a weird Mod revival

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6/29/09 Athens, Greece
Today was a fly day and at the airport we bid farewell to Paco/Flaco our merch guy, sometimes tour manager and all around good guy, we also bid farewell to Peter our bus driver who was a great driver and had the best coffee machine on any bus ever. We drank a lot of coffee on the bus and it was all great, which is no mean feat. The flight on Olympic Air was ok, saw an episode of Frasier in greek ( the original language of the show, the U.S got a dubbed version) and seeing all that pithy humor in the language it was meant to be in was a revelation. We’re staying at a really really nice hotel, much nicer than we deserve. There’s a rooftop bar and an odder collection of band & crew I don’t think I’ve ever seen, Dinosaur Jr., Tricky, and Saxon we all up there drinking. the first day of the Rockwave Festival got canceled because of rainstorms. Actually it was a combination of rainstorms and little or no roofs over the stages which led to a lot of damages to generators, P.A.’s, and gear. Hopefully there’ll be a show tomorrow. Tried some really good baked feta cheese and I realized I don’t hate black olives (it was never a racist thing).

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Mastodon!

Mastodon!

6/27/09 Graspop Festival, Dessel Belgium
Even though the fest was extremely dude-ish and smell-ish there were a couple of high points. Mastodon was pretty great and I was psyched that I got to see Wolves in the Throne Room who did not disappoint. There, I liked something. Go to hell. Flying to Athens tomorrow morning, last show on Monday. Yahoo.

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