iggy + the stooges
in spain, belgium, england,
ireland, italy, norway,
france and finland
may - july, 2008
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> it always great news for me when someone says they like what I did for them, I get so nervous for the reply but if it "please do it again" then it's no problem, I just keep trying. the last funanori tune I did eighteen tries! grazie fratello stefano, grazie! and it's great the box works good too, I'm hoping she digs that cuz the one she's got now has failed. it's all gray out but not raining like yesterday so I hoof around lueven w/the digicamera ready to snap. this is an old university town and there's much to see, I dig it I hoof for many hours and just stare, wonder and snap as much as I can. very interesting stuff. one plaque says that some cat at this school was the first "western" scholar to accept copernicus' "earth revolves around the sun and the not the other way around" idea. man, does tour teach me trippy things! we shove off seven bells for the gig - it's twenty minutes away in a little town called werchter and it's called the tw classic festival and there's not many bands - the scabs (I don't know them or the two that went on before we got there milow and juanes - even more sorry... aaarrrgghhhh, fucking baka watt) and then the police (they've reunited) are after us. we're going on at 7:30 pm which is righteous, I love early gigs. in madrid last week I forgot to bring my bracelet - I'm very superstitious and I know that's irrational but shit, like that ain't all that's wrong w/me? kind of minor, maybe - anyway, I feel a little more confident and also it's not the first gig in six months (like last week)! the rain has held off (I'm especially relieved for the folks who have to stand out in it cuz it's an outdoor festival) but it's kind of cold so my bass is kept on stage to head off any tuning problems. of course the hour and some minutes still to go before we hit the stage goes r e a l l y s l o w - of course but finally the time comes and we follow ig up to the stage. I hear the same music from the tape ig made for the last gig so maybe that's our intro music for this summer - I dig it, canned heat's "on the road again" is the song right before us. ig asks if we're ready and we tell him yep and he says "ok, let's go!" and I run out to plug in my bass. looks like I got two stacks of ampeg svt-II amps and I brought a new tuner, a peterson stomptuner 2. it's fast and accurate but I trust helperman chris for the beginning cuz there's no time for a check - we're right away underway - here we come w/"loose" right out of the barrel - bam! the gig is on! it's still pretty light out and the sound is good on stage. wow, it's the stooges firing on all cylinders, right out of the gate. my hands are worked up real good from the recording, yeah! "down on the street next" and we're cooking... for ig's bass amp perch, I lower myself down to my knees real slow and easy cuz I can't be hurting them early in the season. we got "1969" going now where ronnie jumps into his lead quicker at the end. I thought it was a little cold and maybe it is but I don't feel cuz I'm already starting to sweat up the boliersuit. "arf arf arf" for animal song time, we kick "I wanna be your dog" out tough, ig crawls down the stage stuff to give it to folks up front and personal. "I said take it down!" he hollers when he gets back up on stage. the tune ends and the he pours a bottle of water over his head - ig ain't cold either - he hollers us into "tv eye" and the rock train is rolling through the snake-way, twister-blistered. we do a more compact "dirt" now - ig worked it up w/us beforehand (forgot to mention that, sorry) and it comes off real nice. "real cool time" right away and right now right now right now - there we go! whoa, ig gets like twenty or so locals on the stage to dance w/us - are we back to the old way? I love it, love the folks dancing w/us... the stay on board for "no fun" and it's much fun and then pretty quick everyone getting off when we're done w/it - I think that's a big problem, getting folks to clear the stage so if they do that, I think maybe we can continue having cats dance w/us. I just love it, it really makes me happy. band intros and then "1970" comes rolling in sight. whoa. steve comes out w/sax - no sprint like he had to in madrid. "mindroom" duet w/ronnie and ig 'till he cues me w/a "fun house" for... "fun house" - yeah! I make sure I don't push it too fast cuz that's what scotty told me I was doing last gig but damn if I 'pert-near almost stumble it in! of course once scotty's there, I'm right there w/him and it's ok, "feel alright!" yeah. "l.a. blues" - freak out but w/bass more than body, then "skull ring" and "my idea of fun" to the closer "search and destroy" - yes, we nail the ending, the idiot on bass included. I finally notice ronnie played the guitar that reverend guitar company made him that looks a lot like a gibson flying v one(ron asheton signature model) the whole set tonight, whoa - no change out for tuning. why am I thinking that now? we're back out for "little electric chair" and I start the bass solo a whole "wooooooo!" chorus early, arrrrgggghhhh, I back out after a bar and then get back in when it's the right time w/ig dancing all about me, yeah, he's real close and I'm playing right for him - just for him, up to the finish he's still there and then yells "yeah, what you're doing is cool" into the mic and let me tell you there couldn't be a happier bass player from pedro in the world! wow! back to the dressing room, have some good spiel w/ron and scotty while I change out of the sweaty boilersuit and then in a little bit, we're riding back to lueven. this was a very happening gig and I konk very happy. maybe it's easier to konk if you're a happy person? yes, it is easier if you are a happy person! saturday, june 14, 2008 - isle of wight, england at nine bells the morning after the werchter gig (sunday), after popping, soaking and free-trough shovelling, we bail to brussels and the airport there to fly to heathrow in england. it's a short flight on one this little airlines called bmi where you pay two euros for a coffee - I think the only thing free is someone pissing down your throat but come to think of it, that'd probably be more. I hope I don't sound like I'm whining. it was ok, I was in the last row w/the seat next to me (only two in each row - this is a smaller brazilian embraer emb-145) which is good cuz they wanted to take my backwacksack to be stowed below cuz it's thick w/that pro tools stuff but that'll get unloaded in a few hours now - I'm so glad the stewardess lady let me have it on and next to me on the deck cuz I just can't let the music stuff get hurt... I gotta get it to where it's gotta go safe. from heathrow it's a hour and half to get to the 'tel the guys are staying at in the east part of london, east of the tower but still close to the thames river... all the traffice, aaarrrgggghhh but still, beautiful cali-like weather. I go to the 'tel w/them but am not to stay here, instead my buddy jose comes and gets me to take a bus and some tube (london underground train) to get to his and kyoko's pad in part of london called angel, not really that far away. jose and kyoko are beautiful people - I will stay w/them one night before going to brighton to work w/brother sam dook on our new music proj and just hang out in his brighton town, can't wait. but first, the great vibe for me here... this time instead of jose cooking for me, kyoko makes up some righteous paella using macaronis and a very happening salad and kind of tapas breads w/stuff on them - I'm a stupid person when it comes to naming these but let me tell you it was so fucking oishii (sabor, tasty!). while she was rustling that up, jose wanted to discus bakunin (he studied him in school, he wants to tell me those ideas won't work) and then some rock music people that he really dug and now feels have let him down, so it's a little heavy but I understand it's on his mind. I must seem like an irrational child at times - not cuz of hollering cuz I'm calm here but more reasoning or what might appear as reasoning. one thing I had planned to come here and tell him is an apology I wanted to do in person, not w/email, about me doing kind of sockpuppet stuff by pushing feelings on him since last summer, even before. he forgives and believe him most kind to do so. we chow kyoko's righteous tabemono and then hoof is the gorgeous cali weather, going over to a canal to drink some beers and watch how a lock works - amazing they've lived this close to one but never saw it operate. it's a hand run deal and cats from the house boat barge (like what you see in amsterdam) climbs by opening one set of locks and flooding by opening the other set. then they wanna throw frisbees - damn, when's the last time I done something like this, the 70s? we go back after a while and jose plays me music w/the little roland synthesizers from the 90s that I know nothing about but he makes trippy music w/them. he plays me boards of canada and they're trippy but I don't think they're the same as black moth super rainbow - I've made friends w/that bands main man and he told me in an interview he has boards of canada influences but to me, they're two different bands. what do I know about any of this anyway? I like what I like and admitting I'm stupid about it is ok I think, cuz I don't want any hurt put on anyway - I can't feel right about being rash... shit, I've had cats in the minutemen days tell us we were like rush (that band from canada) just cuz both bands were trios! after we have more chow, it's light like the first round... it's thai, wow! again oishii. I am starting to fade, the bring up to their music room and there's a mattress on the deck in there, I guess cuz there's a hardwood deck. hell, I really need is a pillow or my coat rolled up (I brought the yellow one I pedal my bike in) if it's warm enough and don't even need a blankie. I'm out like that but of course it's hard to hold pisses for me at this age so I don't know, like four in the morning or something (I took my glasses off) and damn if it ain't pitch black so heavy I can't see shit all. I feel around for the bulkhead - there's all this music gear and I don't wanna knock any of it down. damn, I get on my knees and look for the crack under the hatch but can't find it, can't find shit - can't find my glasses. there's only a little space of deck exposed cuz of the mattress and it's like trying navigate a skinny little moat... I trip and fall many times but the mattress keeps me from being hurt but damn is it frustrating - I can't believe this happening... I don't wanna holler and wake them - fuck, I sure as hell don't wanna piss all over this matress or on this deck so I just get prone on my back in the little moat of deck between the equipment and pissed me levis that way so it'd be wet side up and hopefully get soaked up enough so it would run down and puddle up on the deck. well, I was relieved that happened and nothing got pissed on but myself but I got admit it was kind of fucked - but me being soiled was better than anything of jose and kyoko's so I was actually relieved and konked happy that way. morning did come somehow and I hosed off in the head after finding the crack under the hatch cuz sunlight could make it through and put on the shorts I was gonna paddle in. I didn't have the nerve to tell jose but did tell him there was a problem w/the "pitch black room" and hey, that's life - it can really funny in a sort of soiled way then, can't it? he gets me to victoria station via some bus and tube rides and it's big hugs to him for a bye and I'm on the southern line to brighton for nineteen pounds (like $38 u.s.) and I get there around noon after fifty minutes. I only got the yellow clothes sack and the backwack'putersack much lighter now cuz of the mbox pro and that stuff left w/jose - I wait out front of the station a half-hour 'till I think maybe I should call sam cuz how would he know I was here and damn if I ain't surprised to find out I dialed his number right and comes to get me. now sam is in the go! team and that's how I met him - when that band was playing the "big day out" festival in australia in the beginning of 2006. now we've planned a project between us called cuz and that's why I'm in his town now. his go! team bossman ian sometmes help get their songs together by using samples of other musics so I was thinking maybe me and sam try stitching together an album w/samples but have the samples come not from other folks but from me and him on bass and drums. so it's gonna be three days of me up n the same room at brighton electric that the go! team did their second album w/and we're gonna record as many abit we can w/him on drums and me on bass. of course sam can play almost everything but he'll get to that later, after we build some brick that'll go into making foundations for an album's worth of songs. I love sam and love the ambition he has for cuz, the neame we given to this proj. today though is no recording - I first meet his flatmate (they call apartments flats in england) anton who paints and then iain who makes music and has a band called hamilton yarns. I do a watt from pedro show w/iain, starting w/john coltrane's "ascension" (I start every watt from pedro show w/a john coltrane song) but then 'pert-near every song is one by hamiliton yarns as he explains to me the different phases and history of the band. now brighton is right on the english channel and I've never paddled in an ocean besides the pacific so sam knows that and he himself has never paddled a kayak ever so we're going to the seas side to paddle... it's a short ride in his car (on its last leg, a blown headgasket taking out two of the four cylinders), easy enough to pedal a bike - I'll do that tomorrow but now w/out a cloud in the sky we gotta wait 'till five pm which I think would be way too cold but it's so warm here and the sea so calm (no surf at all and no sand on the beach either - it's all pebbles) but still a good motion once out - sam does real good, wow - catch up, watt! we paddle to the brighton pier which has been there always, every time I've been in brighton and then over to the west brighton pier which has been all burned up always since I visited but at one time it must've been something. sam takes lots of shots of me in front of the rusting hulk of the west pier when a minutemen song comes to me, "self-referenced" which I wrote maybe twentyfive years ago: burned-out wreck we were econo w/words w/the minutemen. I start telling sam stories about me, d. boon and georgie - about how we went to mexico after cutting our heads bald for a gig earlier that week (well, it was george's idea but he haired-out and went for some little braidy things in kind of short hair style - me and d. boon found out only after getting to the gig he chumped on his own plan!) and the next day was the u.s. fourth of july and there it was election day and I wrote "I felt like a gringo" and d. boon wrote "corona" on the next morning and how about us all three swimming out there for hours - me and d. boon getting our bald heads real sunburned... I start missing him real bad and wanna cry my head off but sam snaps me back into the moment - he takes snaps of me in front of burned-out wreck of a pier. we paddle and paddle, what a righteous time. sam made me salmon and broccoli that night before taking me to meet w/his go! team folks ian, jamie and chi (w/her husband, a very cool man) plus his old friends ollie and danny. this pub we're at though is mersh and mister butch cowboy keeps calling us boys and girls so it's on over to jamie's pad not far away and he's got a bottle of jim beam to be opened... and drunk. time to take on fuel and burn! a very happy time, much animated spiel from obviously lit watt, dancing from tangent to tangent tripping and flailing over ideas and such - man, these cats are fun to be w/and trip (and be tripped) w/concept ravel/unraveling. I feel very lucky to be here w/them, here right in this moment. sam's got a big high blow up thing for me to konk on and konk I do, I think it was laughing melting into snoring real quick. tuesday, wednesday and thursday were similar to each other... I'd pop at sun-up and get on the bike sam had for me and pedal to the sea, exploring all the brighton town in between. then I'd get back and we'd head over to brighton electric, me in my jinbei (love recording in that outfit!) and w/jamie-san's bass, very much like a fender jazz but not fender, made in japan - on the headstock (this was the only thing a tiny bit different than a fender) was these letters that looked like "csi" - I know nothing about that but I do know it played righteous and sounded great as well. I could even use only the front pickup and there was no buzz! how? (I don't like the backup pickup much on basses) sam had gotten chi's drums and jamie's svt cab w/a peavy head driving it but in the studio was this mark amp (these are new from italy - I used one w/mister shimmy and ms yuko last month in tokyo), a combo w/one 12" speaker so I unhooked that and drove the svt w/that. hey, very happening sound, I like! a very cool young man named alex helped much getting things going w/us - the whole pad had very cool folks around, much respect! me and sam would then trade ideas and groove on them for a while, what we called "loading the pallet" for him to "paint songs" w/later down the line. it was a lot of fun. the jinbei was great too cuz it got pretty hot in there, the weather got a little cloudy but still kept sunny w/the only rain coming at night. oh the first time pedaling, I got lost coming back... understand, towns here are based on old ones where the roads are not a grid and just srpawl and end, going off in all kinds of directions. all I could remember is sam lived above a co-op funeral type of place (mortuary in the u.s.) and after even these two cops I asked on the street didn't know, I decided to go to a funeral home I did see and figured they'd know the competition and sure enough they did - thank you so much! for chow, once sam took me to a india place pretty close - I had to have curry cuz jamie's pad was much of that smell and it made me hankering for it big time (we ain't got india chow pads in my pedro town) and another day was fish and chips. we came up w/hours and hours of music. eventually at the end of each day, my mind would hit a brick wall and I'd feel so stupid, like I couldn't think of one creation (that was really weird on me) but that'd be like after much much jams. the last day sam's friend danny helped us pack everything down (sam's words) and then we chowed at an italian pad sam likes called beanies close to his pad. I had what they called "americano hot" pizza but it's a good thing I had my bottle of habanero on my belt to really make it hot. then sam's good buddy shige came over and we had a great time shooting the shit and spieling much 'till I started (w/out my knowing it) w/the ibikis (snores) and of course they took pictures of me all konked. shige is great people (he's known musically as dj scotch egg) and I hope to see him again soon. sam wants him to play on what we did - same w/danny and I think that's a great idea. oh there was a drummie cat from the first version of the boredoms who I really dug too but he had to bail early. friday was a little sad for me cuz I had to leave but it was a righteous 'pert-near five days being w/sam in his town and meeting his friends and doing all that music. wow, you just roll into some cats town and blow out a whole bunch of creating w/rhythms and sounds, there are parts of my life that blow my mind and amaze me, I don't know or why it happens. I do know I'm forever grateful to sam and hug him good and hard when it's time to say bye to him at the train station. for twentyone pounds (around fortytwo bucks u.s.) I take the southern line back up to london and at clapham station, take the southwest line to woking express (so I miss all the local stops) and then a local to fleet. even though the four seasons 'tel where the stooges guys are is in hook, which was the next stop - a look at google maps would be backtracking it cuz the dogmersfield village it's in is in hook (in hampshire, about fifty miles west by southwest of london) but actually closer to fleet. ha! people, sometimes that google map stuff can help - use it!! oh, I'm back in my levis cuz there was a laundromat under jamie's pad though it cost 'pert-near twelve dollars worth of "sterling" (what they call england monies) for just one skivvies, two levis, one pair of socks and one flannel - damn! had to do it though. oh, on the last day of recording, sam took me to a used clothes pad and I got a righteous blue flannel w/pearloid snaps, all worn and soft. my first england flannel ever, yeah! there were many one-pocket ones there (fake! what's that about?) but not all (have mercy)... man, do I hate one pocket flannels! I know, that might be irrational but there's lots of times I don't think I'm rational - lots. most of the time it isn't purpose though. a ten pound cab ride from the train station to the 'tel and see steve, scotty and ronnie again after many days apart. we have good spiel catching up on things. the only real bad news is hearing scotty was down w/fevered sickness a few days - man, I want him well always. he's better now, good. this pad might be way away from anything else but a wedding party here makes things a little noisy w/much of those folks getting borracho. I'm kind of wore out but stay w/ronnie to make this one cat w/some lip don't get to silly. when it's ok, I konk hard on the fancy pad deck in my chamber. gig day (whoa, a week from the last one) is here! pop at five bells, thre's a free shovel in the bistro and it's like the regular full england breakfast (eggs, beans, tomatoes, bacon, bangers, etc) but all parted out into this big silver rounded domed servers. I chow some fruit and yogurt too. now this pad is sitting on five hundred acres of countryside so I go out and w/the camera and man, the creatures are very kind to let me up close - a couple of swans in the pond, a few other species of waterfowl that seem like some sort of duck/goose, swallows zipping all over, grouses, big bumble bees in all the clover and buttercups, rabbits - all kinds. it is very serene for me and I think of all of whitman's "leaves of grass" I've started to memorize cuz I'm reading it over and over so much (the twelve poems in the first edition). I have to laugh to think how trippy life is to bring me to such a point, looking up at the heavy clouds - it did rain last night but maybe it holds off for the gig - for the helicopter ride! yeah, I get in the boilersuit later that after and six pm, we head out to maybe a hundred yards from the front hatch where this agusta a109s helicopter operated by air harrods has just landed in the grass to fly us to the isle of wight festival which is maybe twenty mintues away. scotty wanted to take the ferry instead so he left five hours ago. it's only my second time in a helicopter, the first time being last spring in crans-montana, switzerland - up in the alps. this is different in some ways - a pressurized cabin means no headsets and a lot more quiet and there's no mountains, just green pastures below us. such a trippy sensation in a helicopter, like a hachidori or bumble bee but maybe not as darting and quick - it is a different sensation than being a plane. we cross the coast w/portsmouth below us (I was born in the portsmouth that's in virginia) and then there in the water is the queen mary 2, whoa, is she big! I saw her come into l.a. harbor last year but overhead like this is a trip - same w/flying over the festival, crimony! we don't land at the festival, we land at some manor house fifteen minutes car ride away and there's roadboss eric and driverman clyde (yeah, the same clyde from manchester last year - a great cat, so great to see him again!) and wind and dirt blown on them big time as we come down... sorry! man, that was a trip! we're driven to newport, the town where this gig is on yes, the isle of wight (not that far off the coast of south by southwest coast of england). an hour in this "holiday hotel" turned into a dressing room deal and it's gig time - whoa, ready to go! up on the stage (none of ig's tape for intro music, damn), ig asks if we're ready and then hollers "go get 'em!" and I run over to stage starboard and strap the little bass on - no warm on her before hand and she seems tiny (been used to much jamming on jamie's full-scale, much thank yous to him for letting me use it - I gave sam a copy of whitman's "leaves of grass" to give him for gratitude) but my fingers will relearn quick - they have to! "loose" rings out and we're on our way. man, is it slamming! great sound on stage and ig's on fire, whoa! I'm really into it, really into it - yeah, man... this is righteous! of course it's real life and real life things happen - ig kicks out my cord and stuff when he jumps on my amps halfway through "down on the street" and somehow at the very same time, the battery in the tuner dies - helperman chris figures it out (this is very smart man who never panics) and though I don't get to finish w/the band, I'm ready for "1969" - ig hollering back to me, "sorry, mike" but I ain't mad, I love him and give a deep bow and am ready to go. for "I wanna be your dog," ig gets out into the moat of grass between the stage and the folks and works the crowd once ronnie starts soloing... ig rejoins us on-stage for "tv eye" and is then back out there for "real cool time" and "no fun" - the whole time cuz I guess no stage invasion can even be thought of and you can tell iggy's kind of wishing it could be - he sings some right in the face of security cat on the ground who's face had the look I could only describe by trying to make it at you and not use words - he was tripping! I love it. the england folks are enthusiastic, chanting ig's name and all. helperman chris has my tuner back in the game w/a new battery and I get all squared away while ig and ronnie do "mindroom" for "1970" and "fun house" - wow, what a kicking "fun house" it is - maji yabai!!! - way WAY intense - I get so lit, I start rolling around the stage for "l.a. blues" and even try to roll and summersault but my knees are too afraid to let it happen! I knock the little bass out of tune and don't have to time to get it back - even staying on one string for both "skull ring" and "my idea of fun" but aaaarrrggghhh - I gotta get another tuner that can run all the time cuz if I use this one, it'll mute me (like it's supposed to) and I won't be there for the band. it freaks me out some and I lose focus for "search and destroy" - I blow some clams, finding other fingerings - the 'd' string being really wack and ig almost calls off the tune but we get it going and do it up good... this is a short set so we run off and then ig debates whether one or two more - one more, "I gotta right" and we're back on, doing real good... 'till the ending - oh man, I misread the ending and scotty keeps going or something happens, something is wild and ig tries counted us out but that don't go so he pushes scotty's drums, tries to push them over but of course scotty's in the way (by the way, scotty was on a low riser and man, does that make is so great to play close and be w/him more than them tall ones that separate us) so ig comes over and pushes my bass amps over (I think they were two stacks of svt classics but I know they had master volumes) - boom, just like madrid - well, not exactly cuz he didn't charge - I was frozen, just standing there looking. man, I feel like a very stupid person. I walk back - clyde's there and he walks back w/me, the silly man from pedro w/a sweated-out boilersuit on. I change back into my other clothes quick, we're bailing in fifteen minutes... man, I am I having inside turmoil w/regrets... "you stupid person, watt, you stupid person" - that keeps running through my head, the whole drive back to the chopper... we get out and ig tells me it's ok, he asks me to sit across from me in the helicopter and explains what he thinks happened and says he think he might be wrong but I think he's right. he's very kind to me, telling me my playing has been better and better. I start to feel a better, I'm so grateful to him for so much, truly. I just wanna do the best I can, do it good for him. I don't even notice the helicopter ride back, I listen to every word and think about it all, it makes great sense... I am here to learn. I will put ten tons more focus into next gig, ten tons more... we get back to the 'tel and I talk w/steve in his chamber as we listen to the new estel stuff we both played on and then music we did w/kamilsky but in my head I keep thinking "ten tons more focus, ten tons" tell I guess I start snoring, chin on chest after chowing some 'dines and crackers he gave me. he gets me to my chamber and hit the deck to konk w/that "ten tons more focus" wrangling every fiber of my mind, wrangling it right in to sleepytown. monday, june 16, 2008 - dublin, ireland pop at six bells, soak the sore bones (always after a gig) and then shovel last free trough at this pad. we're off to dublin but luckily we're west of heathrow and don't have to drive through london to get to it. I chimp diary on the way and we take that same bmi airlines (new one for me, maybe flew it one time before this tour leg?) on an airbus 319 from a part of this 'port that's way calmer than other ones that are total plug and crazy - maybe cuz it's for ireland or other england/scotland/wales parts? I don't know but I dig it. I get to sit next to saxman steve to - dig that! oh - forgot - big bye to brother clyde for all his righteous driving when we got out of the van. anyway, what I don't dig is us sitting on the runway eighty minutes cuz some v.i.p. (very ignornant prick) won't land at a military base and wants to land here (obviously to badgebuff) and plug everything else up. the clown only has 'till january anyway so I guess - shit, I don't know what to guess and don't wanna waste any more time thinking about it. your shit's almost through, buddy and you left us a big ol' mess. nuff said. at dublin airport we land we the cloudy skies we took off w/but as we drive towards the 'tel, ballsbridge court (south of the river liffey so we drive right through town to get to it), rain starts down but that stuff is always on/off around here it seems. seems also like a lot of pads got cats from poland working the 'tels like the last one and this one. when I hear the accent and say "jenki" for thank you, they always smile and kind of trip on that but hell, much respect to them - I'm a working person too and I come from a land where folks come from other lands to work so I feel solid w/them in a way, you know? waiting in the lobby are bushie and sarah from estel who I first met when they opened up for me on a secondmen tour stop in 2004 in this town, they're great cats. we go first to a mersh pad (not on purpose, what?) and I chow a pile of garbonzo beans (everyone laughs!) an a mersh beer hype "an brain blasta" (taste like fake guiness) but find a real pub and meet a cool friend of there's name jon and we spiel a long while, a great time for the stupid person in the yellow coat from pedro! gig day and it's bloomsday! wow, bloomsday for watt in dublin... "bloomsday" is another word for june 16, 1904 which is the day the james joyce book "ulysses" is set to happen on - I was here four years ago for the centinieal and it was the first time I ever went to a forgeign town w/out playing a gig. bushie come to walk w/me downtown (we ain't exactly downtown but hoofing's good for watt) to do some things, like get a tuner pedal so I can have one always on and can constanly check w/no mute, go to the post office and mail back some bosch magnets I got in tokyo to silver lake (I didn't come in 2004 alone) and then get my picture taken next to the "prick w/the stick" - what they call this statue of jimmy joyce on north earl street, on the way also getting a picture next to the new phil lynnot statue too (unexpected!) - thank you, mister bushie! man, I wish the buds I wish I stayed w/in the skerries four years, nez and anto were here so we could rap much about that book (bushie don't know a whole lot of it but he's still a great cat and he does know a lot about dublin) but that's the way it is this - I accept it. I 'pert-near couldn't write enough about how that book slammed a huge impact on my life, starting w/me reading the first time in my twenties... two-thirds or more of the songs I wrote for the mintuemen "double nickels on the dime" album were influenced by that first reading... shit, I could go on and on - and for my best friend raymond pettibon - it's his birthday too... ain't that a trip? I think of him much, that book much - and at the same time, spiel w/bushie. many many steps are coverd (like bloom!) and then I get back for soundcheck but find out it's w/out us so I get the diary up. I then read whitman's "leaves of grass" and trip on parallels I see w/joyce's "ulysses" which I dunno, maybe they're just in my fucking head - I see to twist all kinds of shit up at times. I wish raymond was here so I could ask him his ideas on such stupid things to think. lots of times he's gentle w/me that way and doesn't pass judgement... he gets me to laugh and realize an insight into what I'm all stumblebum about, something that never could've come w/out me being confused on this other shit in the fist place... man, is that a trip how that happens! it's been that way for years w/us... what would I do w/out him? the gig is listed as part of the "some days never end festival" but the web link only gives infos from last year so I don't know what's up - that's what tour boss henry told me though and I always defer his word as gospel so anyway, we're at this field outside the royal hospital kilmainham but I don't see exactly what part's the hospital cuz the dressing rooms are in this older very solidly built big building w/the stage being this hooded outdoor dealio which is good if this now-heavy gray sky opens up w/rain - but not for the folks watching cuz they for sure would be soaked... the weather though is holding up and I'm grateful. ig comes in to say hi, I tell him "happy bloomsday!" and he goes "yeah!" alright, good gig tonight - watt's excited. we're on at 9:15 pm and hear the opening band as we arrive a hour and a half before - it's stiff little fingers, a northern ireland punk band from the old days - great they're still playing. I hear them finish up w/their "alternative ulster" tune which everyone in those days knew... sounds great. there's lots of chow on the table, salami/cheese/turkey and a couple of bread loaves to make sandwiches w/so that I do cuz the morning shovel at the 'tel is all I had. I go outside to stretch out some and there's my estel buds - me and steve are gonna record w/them tomorrow. I say hi and talk some before going back up to put on the boilersuit. time passes like it does in these situations, slowly but finally it's time and we load up in a van to get to the stage. canned heat's "on the road" again playing means yes, we got the tape ig made playing as intro music. "are we ready?" ig asks and then tells us "let's go!" and we're on - I run out and plug in... yes, helperman chris has the tuner I got earlier plugged right in front of the peterson tuner. whoa, "loose" is coming from the original stooge w/a bang but the bass is way puny - I got two stacks of beat-up ampeg svt amps and they sound like terrible - helpermen jos and chris go to work on them but I soldier on and mime it - I know knobman rik will bring the direct signal out for the people. ig looks over and enourages w/a "come on" so I focus hard to not get introverted and tepid... "down on the street" almost immediately, like usual and I'm laying it out as if I did have some power cuz for all I know I probably do in the big picture. I start to relax the worry part and the focus gets bigger - yeah, I like how that happens. the stooges music for me is amazing and inspring - ig is amazing and inspiring and hell, we're in dublin on bloomsday - what a trip! I think of raymond and his birthday too... man, I wish he was here so much but anyway, song w/a magic number time - "1969" and finally the bass sound starts having some body but I can tell these speakers are blown, one of the amps has got a hum going and tone? how about anti-tone and tons of it but so what do you do - get all precious about it? FUCK NO! PLAY YOUR HEART OUT, MOTHERFUCKER! yeah, I think that little voice in my head has a good idea... I loosen up some start to groove more and by the time we finish and get into "I wanna be your dog" (next tune), I'm feeling a whole lot better. now slank out the groove for "tv eye" - ig has the folks if their thirsty and gives them what's left in a water bottle he's just about emptied over his head. no more cromatic up-pedal on the 'a' chug in the middle - ig wants us making like a throbbing motor, what he calls "just a sound - not music" - alright! we didn't do "dirt" at the pile of shite festival (did I say that right?) cuz we had a short set but we do it here, the newer version w/the shorter ending and then it's into "real cool time" - he goes into the crowd and stars picking out cats to come up and dance w/us - young guys climb up and start rocking out in front of me so I try to give them bass to do it. soon we got maybe a dozen up w/us and I guess that's what's considered now as "manageable" (capable of being "managed") but it's still a whole lot of fun, better than being "all alone" and then bump it in to "no fun" - aaaarrrrggghhh, I can't believe a couple of little clams - just tiny ones but why? baka watt! time to reel in and focus some tons - wake up call. scotty shows me some kind of silver necklace charm on a chain thing but I can't reach in far enough to grab it before it's time for the band intros and then "1970" - "now it's all about the music!" ig extolls and the stooge cannon pops the tune skyward like a cloud-splitter, then we re-gather ourselves during "mindroom" for the re-ignition into "fun house" churning and imploding into "l.a. blues" - me giving many peeks at the tuner to keep that business taunt and true. somehow I get some feedback out of these amps... how? I'm amazed but hey, I come out intact enough to do "skull ring" in tune! same w/"my idea of fun" which might sound bizarre but I'm just so glad I don't do a rerun of last gig in this part of the set. we finish strong w/a tight "search and destroy" and then come off to hear what ig wants us to do - he wants us doing two more songs and then heads back out. on the way I keep asking ronnie if he's hearing me in tune and he tells me "yeah, but we gotta play so get back out there!" whoops, I'm a spacecase! we do a good version of "I gotta right" and the irish cats are so into it - they have all gig, what righteous folks. ig thanks them much coming, for being here and we finish up w/"little electric chair" which later ig tells us he felt "a real physical response from the crowd" and I tell you, it was way fun to play, it was pure fun for me and I was really really happy. a great gig, as we go off stage I put my bass over my head w/one hand and fist up w/the other and holler "happy bloomsday!" and "happy birthday, ramyond!" but I don't know if anyone heard me but maybe they could read it on my face. I don't take the van back, I hoof. I am very happy. I get back and everyone's in a good mood - yeah! on the stage, coming off, I remember hugging scotty and saying he played great and he said he liked the gig much - I was tripping on how his t-shirt was so dry... this boilersuit I'm taking off is soaked all the way through... is it the italian genes from my ma's people? after changing, I go downstairs and meet my estel friends down in the meeting tent. some other irish cats come up to me to and say they're big minutemen people - yeah, d. boon! we put our fists into the air, much respect! after some good spiel, roadboss eric gets me to get back to the 'tel, yes, thank you cuz I'm pretty tired. this 'tel here has free internet (that's how I updated the diary today and sent happy bloomsday/happy raymond's birthday greetings to my flow list) so I check before hitting the deck to konk... wow, look at this - it's the finished mix of "toumei sunday" - the new funanori song! I cry when I hear it, what an incredible bloomsday present for me. yeah, it's a trip to believe all this: in dublin on bloomsday to play w/the stooges, what a way to celebrate raymond's birthday even though he's not here. a lot of time the folks I love ain't w/me... that's ok, I accept it cuz they're in my heart, in my mind. it's a reality I have to face. I think that's why I am married to my bass! that's a good lesson I was learned... friday, june 20, 2008 - venice, italy tuesday morning I pop as the sun cracks an off and on rainy sky - I'm hoping it's turns to more than off rain but then again, it'll be studio world so that's pretty much inside time. I shovel like I've been shoveling here at this pad but more bran and less bacon. I thought estel's drummer man bushie was coming to get us at eleven but that's when the session is - whoops, I told saxman brother steve the wrong thing and then stumble on clear words and make it sound like he'd dawdling or something and has him bringing up why he was in the way when I was trying to get out there for encore time and well, it's just a stupid thing of me ever have any kind of thing w/steve cuz I love him much and being nervous for recording doesn't justify anything so I take a deep breath - hell, I do more than that - I go run upstairs and take a one minute freezing shower and that calms me up. now bushie don't drive so we take a cab just out of town to the place we recorded at last year, ashtown studios which is at a horse stable. we get there and there's like a dozen horses grazing out in a little field, actually the pile of horse shit is closer to us than the horses are now though their barn is right next door. I like the idea of recording at a pad like this. the estel band now has a new member named angus and this time their bass player andy is w/as well so there's seven altogether - guitarist tommy will double-duty on engineering too. it takes a while to set up so I chimp diary about the gig last night here in town meanwhile. last time I used a jazz bass of andy's that had nightmare action (really REALLY high) but this time there's a band who's got their equipment here (sorry, I can't remember their name) and there's a late sixties fender p-bass w/an added jazz picukp by the bridgethat has really happening action and sounds good too. tommy puts me through a little ashedown amp w/a 12" speaker getting a mic and a line out. steve of course is on sax and his own room. I'm actually in the drummer room (my amp ain't by I am) and that leaves the remaining three next to tommy in the control room at the board - sarah on synth, andy on guitar/five string bass through a fuzz, and angus on guitar/synth. ok, ready to go... I think this first thing is just a line check but it's actually called a piece when we're done - all seventeen minutes something of it! whoa, tommy just said "play something in 'e' - 1, 2, 3, 4" and we were off. the next is a little waltz that sarah wrote, very nice and we do a couple of takes cuz I thought the rhythm section might've been a little more steady (remember, I'm in the rhythm section - I need to be more steady!) and hell, now to think about it, maybe I should've used more root notes - baka watt! andy fires off some metallic vibe for us to bounce off after and again, like the first one, I think it's just a check - aaahhh, I hope I did ok... I'm afraid to listen to the playback, even space on it! it's really fun playing w/these guys though, don't why I'm kind of uptight but I loose up for brother steve's "lament" which again we do a couple of tries on, again cuz of my steadiness - not steve... I got some hurt in my from the riff he wants me to play so I change some and do it much smoother. a lot of this has everyone kind of going for it so I thought for a contrast maybe I show them some old minutemen ways... I've been goofing on this bass lick I got for myself since I started playing this fender and thought of a drum pattern for bushie to loop on. now it's very george hurley - hihat through out clicking (I end up calling the tune "time bomb") and off-beat kick couplet to bring it back around but not only is it pretty foreign to bushie but this man's been having to withstand a thumping ass migraine pounded the shit out of his brain. man, I respect him much. there are gaps in between his kick and snare plus my bass lick stuff so that's where I have tommy, angus and sarah go - tiny little parts where no one steps on anyone. for andy, I have him do a muted guitar strum thing paralleling the hihat, just like d. boon would do lots - yeah, this song has three guitarists! a few tries and I got everyone nailed into the piece, everyone locked in and making a big rhythm wheel for steve to blow his sax over, first a calm one and then a freak out one. it's very tough for bushie and we keep clamming and clamming - man, I gotta give him a break cuz I know that migraine is slaughtering him - we glue together the first two to make five and half minutes worth and then I think of the minutemen as metaphor for the tune - I have tommy run the first just us six as that rhythm track and then bring in steve for a minute of calmer/more trad solo, then another minute of just us in the machine mode alone again and finally steve again, blowing all wild (hell, he ever hollered into his horn through the reed and mouthpiece at one point!) to the end, fading out during the last half minute. ah ha, success. this is the only one where I really played deck boss, it was ok... I love these cats, love steve - much respect to everyone. ok, out of the jinbei... we clean up as tommy tells us there was lots of little riffs and bits I had going w/bushie and they're gonna get messed w/a pasted together to make songs maybe so there's more enough for a full album. the five songs we did last september are coming out this august so this will be "volume two" I' told. alright! me and steve are taken by sarah, angus and bushie (by cab - funny to hear the radio cuz there's an irish version of a "shock jocks" call-in show, like in the u.s. - one of them keeps hollering "spare the lash" - aaarrrggghhh... realyl funny in our case cuz we've been getting the estel cats to talk pirate the whole time we've been, like that's hardly a stretch) to the chinatown part of dublin (poland chow pads and bars there too also) and I chow what's called "spicy squid" and it's big rings of deep fried calamari! I pile on the oily chili they got but shit, it ain't enough and I didn't bring my holstered bottle w/me cuz there's no belt to hang it on w/the jinbei. oh well. it's just fun being w/the estel cats and rapping, bushie's girl ann joined us too. we go a few blocks to the "welcome inn" and this is the best drinking pad I've been in yet in this town, very down home - no sports or theme bar! that other pad where I met jon o'neill was ok but I really like this one. at midnight me and brother steve get a cab back to ballsbridge land and our 'tel there. man, estel made for a great day of music and spiel for us, much respect - again! wednesday same early routine as yesterday (shovel and soak) but I pack up for bailing cuz the flight for venice (the original italian one - not the cali one) leaves at four. the boilersuit is now dry after hanging all night - I washed in the sink yesterday w/a little bottle of hair shampoo the 'tel flows (I use the bar soap anyway for my hair). we're bailing at one though - I chimp diary in the meantime 'til shove off... I ride up front w/the driver, yet another polish cat and he takes us to the 'port via the tunnel under the town - five miles long (or did he mean kliks?) - it is a big one. we go by the harbor too, yeah - cans! hammerheads! we see an old lightship too, unpowered - man, those must've been scary - no way to get out of the way if you're about to get plowed, damn. air lingus to venezia airport on an airbus 319 takes two hours. it was raining when we left (raining in my levis too while we flying), all sun where we land - what a difference crossing the alps makes! I wailed on my copy of "leaves of grass" and read all 160 pages during the flight - I wanted to see what that was like and it was a blur but I did get trippy emotions - of course I wouldn't recommend that "technique" but it was my ninth time through now and I wanted to trip on it that way. venice is a lagoon and the airport is on the mainland (actually not far from the park where the gig is friday) and so we take a water taxi (actually a big speed boat) to the 'tel - yeah, the best ride to the 'tel from the 'port I've ever had in my life! me and steve ride together and we're flying... the wakes we hit shake us up some but we're ready for them (I know from kayak paddlin' experience), both of us w/the top halves of our bodies out in the air in the back - the sun's finally going down (nine pm!) and I get shots of the sunset just before we enter venice's canals... wow, is this place a trip! no cars, all boats and very narrow tiny streets. I mean some are narrow narrow - just big enough for a person and not one belling too much either! there's oldage on lots of the pads, a neat kind that shows a time of a life of this pad, a trail of so much experience, huh? the history of venice is a real trip - especially at the end of the middle ages and coming on to and through the renaissance... d. boon first learned me the part about them having the biggest navy in europe for a period time. the 'tel we're at is not too far across the grand canal from where the train station is (there is a causeway going from the mainland to venice but I'm so glad we came by boat! ), it part of the sofitel chain but it's not looking like it shouldn't be there - a canal right in front - our boatman ties up to blue and white barbershop poles right at the 'tel's front hatch! I hoof around, what a maze of tiny ways and damn, it's night but I bet it's as intense come the sun too, right? we'll see maņana. I find a falafel chow pad real close - it says "halal" in the window and I find out that they'll fix the chow muslim, jew or christian - no problem - respect for folks different ways of chowing - I'm into it! of course I'm into exploring and want all kinds of different shoved down the in-door... bring it on! I get donner-kabab but it ain't like the ones you get in germany or holland, it's got italiano spin, you know? I'm into it. shit, I dig donner-kebab anywhere but it's a trip to learn it gets different... and now I think - that china chowpad in dublin - someone at the table had like a chop suey thing and damn if they're weren't length-wise one-eighth cuts of 'taters in it! yeah! the cookerman is named abdu and very cool people, very cool. I get some moretti beers too and bring them up to brother steve and we pow wow w/good spiel while putting them down. then I konk on my deck, portholes sealed cuz knobman rik warned me of 'skeeters... I pop w/the sun on thursday and shovel soon as that part of the 'tel opens. there's some eggs/sausage but mainly I put down yogurt w/fruit and then stuff some tiny rolls w/salami and mozzarella. I get a map from the desk - I think a little ahead for once! I had used the 'puter to get satellite shot of venice - holy smoke, what a layout! incredible labyrinth, incredible. probably for defense for one thing, huh? like athens, like tokyo but way WAY more intricate, holy cow! I also emailed miss yuka cuz when she was here touring she told me how she loved it and so I asked for one thing - she told me two: the peggy guggenheim collection and squid-ink pasta... fuck, I spaced on the second one (damn it) but very much got into the first. as I began my wander (wonder!), the sun was super bright out so fuck it, I'm wearing the shorts I brought to kayak paddle w/sam in his brighton town and one of the two clean shirts I had left - one is the "going home shirt" and that never gets worn 'till... yeah... when I'm going home (it's the same one I'm wearing in the photo of my passport - maybe it trips out the immigration officer a little)! this is a flannel I'd already soiled but got to wash it in the laundromat under jamie's pad in brighton. I'm guessing I'm the only idiot in all of venezia wearing a flannel and sure enough, that's what indeed I find. I don't give a god damn, it's got a pocket w/a buttonable flap that holds my passport in it's holder so I can hang. anyway, beginning my wander (wonder), I realize there ain't one fucking place you can point you camera 'pert-near w/out getting a righteous shot so man, I'm gonna run out of space on this sd flash card in my camera - the one gig only gets 320 or shots. there's a photo shop real close as I begin and I get a two gig one for twelve euros (about $18 u.s.) and start snapping. the map helps too though what you end up doing is heading for a direction cuz no "road" goes very far, lots of times going to tiny one person-wide alleys right east of the arts acadamie and the last bridge over to the side w/piazza san marco is the guggenheim pad and it is righteous, fully. they just added a futurist wing and I start there after the sculpture garden (lots of serenity for me there and I gather myself some). wow, futurist painting, holy smoke! italian cats right before the first world war and everything is kinetic and moving moving moving! love it. there's one part of the guggenheim closed - renovated (lots of venezia is being renovated, all the big churches and the dodge's palace, all kinds - someone told me actually the city is sinking, damn) but that's the last wing I tried to visit and before I got there was so much righteousness, truly - cubist, futurist, dada, surreal, abstract (a whole room for jackson pollack - a couch parked in front of one!). in a hall I saw them - there were two yves tanguys: "promontory palace," "in an indeterminate place" and a third in a further room - "the sun and it's jewel case" - I see them in that order...    shit, "see" - I am ABSORBED and can't tear myself for the longest time... I study each brush stroke. I realize suddenly after all these years why I like him so - cuz I like bosch? or is it I like bosch cuz I like tanguy? I can't remember which was first - I remembering learning them both in my early days of punk, I wanted to learn more about art so I could share or at least not be totally fucking ignorant w/raymond, who I had in met back in the old days, met him through punk. so connected now, I realize... and in a trippy way - like old minutemen songs! there's lots of other great stuff, wow... then I see guido severini's "sea=dancer" and am blown away - I want the oranges, yellows, greens and reds in my mouth - I wanna taste them so bad!  my mind is lifted away and launched in the swirls, becoming its own swirl and I lose myself... there's a patio outside right next to the water and I sit there and trip all I've experienced here, wow. whoa. I've mentioned just some things but the whole pad is breathtaking. so that was a couple of hours there - I even get a catalogue which I never do but fuck it - I stick it in my waistband behind my back. I spent like an hour a hour hoofing here so now I really kick into it that mode - I hoof and snap shots for the next eight hours, getting over to the side where san marco basilica is and end up w/over 950 snaps. I paused a little bit in the big plaza, right up against the church and had a trippy kind of piece of pizza, like a one inch thick rectangular piece of puffy soft bread w/cheese and peppers on top. I took many tiny streets to get there, many - and it was on purpose, the map worked well. I wanna tour of the grand canal so fuck it, I take a water bus that let's me take 'pert-near the whole route to get back to the 'tel. very righteous. yes, there's lots of tourists (later brother steve tells me only fifty thousand live here but there's like twenty times the tourista) but I just kind of just started staring right through them. of course there's the gondolas but it was like sixty euros so I just took snaps. I like the outfits though, especially the shirts and that hats - remember "the prisoner" - that tv show from england in the 60s? made me think a little of that- "be seeing you!" I get back w/the sun coming down - damn, I sat by the canal to have a beer hoofing back from where I got off the water bus and took my book out... going up the 'tel steps, I realize the memory clam, curse myself and then wail on back - not too far really and they cats at the stand I got the beer from see me and say "fortuna!" (lucky!) - alright, all of us happy, grateful! I soak in the tub and soon konk after a piani con falafel at abdu's little chow pad. I did look at some shots first, shots I took - not always big majestic things but tiny stuff too, like bricks showing through cracked masonry, locks on a hatch, a hatch knocker, big nut and bolt to hold a building together, pavement stones - all kinds of shit. it will help jog memory in the future. gig day and I pop at six - the sun blazes bright through the curtains here early and I realize how sore my knees are from all that hoofing... I decide to go real easy and stay close to the 'tel 'till we have to bail. the free trough is remarkably similar! I read in the paper about ireland voting no to the libson treaty (happened just before we got there) which was something like a e.u. (european union) constitution and thoughts about that - my thought is get a better treaty that the people can live w/and don't try shove shit down anyone's throats. I like the e.u. for what it's done good - it's helped ireland lots w/getting its economy up (I couldn't even play there in the 80s) but this dealio seems lame from what I hear cats living in these e.u., a bad piece(s) of paper fitted w/chain. a water taxi comes and gets me and steve to bring us to the gig, heineken jammin' festival which is the parco . we search along some docks before we roadboss eric and the van to take us a few minutes away to the backstage. ig, ron and scotty get there a little later, in another boat. it's pretty warm, whoa, the sun having no clouds for any blockage. no big thing though for me, small price to pay to play w/the stooges! yeah, "I came to play!" I get the boilersuit on and we talk - me and steve ain't seen ron and scotty since landing at the airport, they're at another 'tel. we catch up some, so glad to see them and after the set, I don't see them again 'till norway. time goes by 'till it's all out and we're on - yeah! eric gives me my bass outside the backstage tent - whoa, four days since I held her! we're at the stage and at the top of the ramp when ig asks "ready" and after nods from us he goes, "go!" and I run on over. damn, the sun is so bright I can't see the tuner. I do see I got two svt-IV pro stacks and as we begin the set w/"loose" my sound is tiny and not so good but nothing compared to ron's - whoa, what's wrong? helperman chris is scrambling, ron's sound cutting in and out, sounding shriveled when it is in. we don't stop though - ig's dancing and singing wild... during "down on the street" he hollers "fix that motherfucker!" to no one in particular and then tells ronnie to do leads which he does 'till the sound comes together. whoa. he jumps on my amps like he does in this tune and then some kicks on my amp knock the sound out and now it's really REALLY tiny and terrible sounding - what's wrong? it's gets a little better for "1969" - the boilersuit is now all sweated out, I feel and I'm kind try to pace myself but it's very hard for playing this music, very hard! "I wanna be your dog" - whoops, I'm a little early on one of the opening crashes - focus, watt! I get it together and get tight w/scotty. a little better sound going on "tv eye" and I'm amazed how ig can wail w/the sun wailing on him. he does the last part of "real cool time" and all of "no fun" out in the crowd - neither any dancers or ig w/us on stage. there's cats w/tv cameras so maybe that's what folks are watching on some huge side screeen - I don't cuz I can't see them from here - I can't see the l.e.d. lights on the tuner! in "1970" I keep hearing the 'd' string sharp and am trying to tune it in the song - is that retarded or what? I just so wanna have it together for ronnie but gotta let go, it's not that far and playing solid is what's needed - I get to tune in "mindroom" but man, the sun is wailing on the tuners, I'm pretty close though - I can hear myself pretty good in the beginning of "fun house" - I'm the only one playing! yeah, I remember in dublin, scotty just came in on the downbeat w/out his little intro... shit, backstage he told me his kick pedal broke at that gig in "1970" - I am not aware of everything and it's such a rush in my mind (real-o mind) that I forget too real quick, memory turning into emotional fuel that's got more tripping that remembering. anyway, back to this gig: three young italian guys somehow get past hardnose security and are up dancing w/us - when ig saw them make their move, he told the security to "let 'em up here!" and for some reason they did. this cats are very happy and I'm happy w/them, I play right for them, w/them... much respect, fratellos! I do a summersault in "l.a. blues" - yeah, some how the fear in my knees got overcome but I do scared when ig really starts beating the stage w/the mic stands, wow... he's hammering it big time, over the head swings - I wonder when I'm gonna get hit? well, not today! lucky watt... "skull ring" next - go, ig, go! great singing, man, does he inspire me. it is an intense situation w/this sun though and he scissors "my idea of fun" and does an audible for us to end the set w/"search and destroy" which is the best I think we've done it now, good and punchy. we're off to the side of the stage and ig says "beautiful sax" (yeah, steve!) and then tells the do we're gonna do - and we go back out and do "I gotta right" and "electric chair" - towards the end of "...right" helperman jos gets my sound up a little, yeah, thank you much, jos - that was very kind of him, very kind and I'm very grateful, very grateful - thank you again, jos! I blow a tiny clam in my "...chair" bass solo, near the beginning but recover quick - where was my mind for that split second? funny in a way. we come off and as ig's going down the ramp, lots of the italian crowd are hollering his name he turns to thank them much, you can see he's grateful to them, grazie grazie grazie... bella italia, bellissimo!!! man, so I'm soaked but I thought that was a great gig, really dug it - even w/the little problems (I call them little in perspective). I feel really really alright! it's the solstice too, fuck yeah and right where I go to get a beer is josh from queens of the stoneage and we talk a bunch, I get him and his band to talk pirate - not too hard cuz they're way into it. man, I love josh's playing and him as a brother. he asks me what's up and I tell him about doing that album about autumn on d. boon's birthday w/nels cline and gives nels the biggest props and respect w/me in chorus w/him cuz man, ain't nels something?! hell yeah! we take the boat back, me and steve first - we have our own... ig waves and hollers to us "the sidemen!" as we shove off towards our 'tel in venice. on the way to the stage, tour boss henry told me my flight was cancelled and now I'll leave w/steve - we have to bail at 4:45 am. I visit w/steve and we talk about music - steve's getting back into composing now more and he has lots of ideas. I then go back to my room and pack, it's on nine bells (we played at 6:15) but I wanna konk early. I send a "happy summer solstice" to my flow list (that's what today is) and a picture of the sunset here I took from the boat as we were coming in, then I hit the deck, tuckered - or as brother sam's little brother ollie says, "paws tucked." steve wakes me w/a call - damn, I always pop automatically but not today. well, it takes only moments and we're soon in a boat headed for the airport. we both take the same a320 to paris but I have seven hours to wait for my lax flight where as his sfo is leaving really quick - we had a half hour delay on ground in venice cuz of five minute air traffic controller strike - yeah, that's what the pilot said, a five minute delay do to a strike. a tiny one, huh? at paris I read whitman's "leaves of grass" again (the 160 page first edition one I've been carrying around - how many diffrenet kimonos are these parts from on the cloth cover from ms yuko I used to hold it in?) but more slowly, enough to while away the hours. then it's eleven hours in 777-200... there's a movie I saw on a tokyo flight I took for recording the spielgusher proj last month, "an invitation to cinema orion" - wow, what a coincidence, subtitles and everything - maybe it wasn't released in the u.s.? I don't know much about the movie scene. then there was one daniel day lewis - "there will be blood" and was this supposed to be a comedy? I've never watched two movies on a flight before, I think... I didn't bring enough books and the macpurse's battery ran out so I couldn't chimp any more diary. I didn't wanna konk cuz the plane lands at 6:20 pm and I wanna get back on pedro time as quick as I can cuz I leave again for the next leg of stooges touring in a week and a half... watt's got plenty to do in that time. my sister melinda gets me and brings me to my pad safe, thank you melinda. she visited venezia before so we talk much about that great town. man, is pedro warm - I konk naked on my deck. friday, july 4, 2008 - skaanevik, norway off for another tour leg w/the stooges - a little one: two gigs in five days. since getting back from venice (the italian one, not the so cal one raymond pettibon lives in), I only left my pedro town once and that was to go see boris at my favorite pad to play in san diego, the casbah last tuesday. man, what a great gig from those boris cats - the other time I've seen them was in atlanta (georgia) last autumn on my 7,805 trip around the u.s. in the boat (my e-350 ford econoline - hey, I've been asked to be profiled for the kelley blue book something or other for the econoline! no shit, it's supposed to happen first week of october) w/out any gigs - except a stooges one song one in london and a las vegas full one near the end of it - they had michio kurihara guitar then and did at the casbah too but I think the gig was even more wailing this time. I mean I was blown completely away last time maybe cuz it was my first time but something about this gig tuesday... I know it was the tour kicker-offer and those can be tough gigs (their soundman is my old friend noel ford) but they were smokin' - much respect to them for going all out. I got to talk a little bass w/bassman takeshi, told him how he was wailin' on it (much more than atlanta) and trippin' on his pedals - he plays a doubleneck bass/guitar and only two of the pedals were for bass, a fuzz and a compressor... so man cats use effects on bass these days - am I old fashioned? I like the punch and effects water that down I think though miss lara wants me to do bass for an el may song and I'll think I'll try and envelope filter... I did try effects for my second opera ("the secondman's middle stand"), aaarrggghhh - touring w/a "pedal board" type of deal even... I think I like just going into the amp! back to the boris gig, it was well worth the 120 miles each way to drive there, my buddy chuck pegot letting me konk at his pad to keep things safer. I spent time getting my songs for the new brother's sister's daughter recording coming up in december, something very important to me. of course after this stooges touring (the last gig is supposed to be calais, france on september 27th), I have to finish the singing and mix the black gang autumn album (yeah, in autumn!)... man, lots of music to do - me and kira are worked on the couple of tunes for the next dos album as well. yet again I've changed my mind on how to do these (they're watt songs), she's so patient to bear w/me, so patient! I also pedaled my bike and paddled my kayak every morning, alternating between the two. the day before bailout for this tour leg had me in the 'yak (I bailed on a wednesday and tuesday, thursday and saturday are kayak days for me) setting of on the ocean side of cabrillo beach in my pedro town and man, did was the ocean kind of not so calm! got my dick caught in the zipper of my shorts (one big reason I wear button fly levis) when trying to fill a pissbottle cuz of the roughness but that was worth have four dolphins come and swim right past and under me, blowing their waterspouts - I could hear their big breaths, beautiful - them up and down out of the water, leaping/diving, me w/my mind blown. I went all the way around outside the breakwater and then came into the harbor through the angels gate, opposite from what's usual for me but I did not return out the angels gate but continued in 'till landing on the harbor's inner beach. it was a great to paddle to last me the week 'till I can do the next one. wednesday and my sister melinda comes to get me four and the morning, to get me to lax. I bring nine "we jam econo" minutemen documentaries for the stooges and crew - I bring steve the 1855 edition (the first one) of walt whitman's "leaves of grass" cuz when I read to him from last tour, he was really digging it. man, the more folks I can turn onto to this work, the more I'll feel better about myself cuz I think this work is a trip and gets people thinking - I think it's healthy. I wish I could find one in nihon-go so I could flow it to ms yuko cuz she's writing poems for us when I go to tokyo in december and wouldn't that be a trip for her to have that laid on her? yes! I re-read once again on the four hour trip to atlanta and half of the trip from atlanta to copenhagen in denmark, both on delta aboard a 767-200. the other half of the trip of the atlantic crossing had me read "in the woods beneath the cherry blossoms in full bloom" by ango sakaguchi a couple times - it was a little seventytwo page book miss sakura sent me but such a trippy story - someone like watt needs many reads to try and get a handle on it! oh, at the hartfield-jackson airport in atlanta, I met stooges sax man steve mackay and he was way happy about me finding a smoking room connected to a bar only a couple of gates from the one for us - very rare to find smoking rooms in u.s. airports. I shoveled some panda express chow mein too and though it wasn't that good, it seemed safer than a lot of other slop being spewed in the "food court" (hey, it sounds like it's asking to be judged!). I did some konk on the flight too. me and steve's third flight was on a dash-8 turboprop plane for haugesund, about eightfive miles south of bergen, norway (on their west coast). the flight is over two parts of denmark and southern norway since it's on the west coast. the three flights w/layovers is about twentythree hours, whew. hey at least my bass made it - tourboss henry (who joined us for the turboprop flight from poland where he lives) spotted it being loaded up... I think I'm gonna learn from this technique. what I learn from life, huh? knobman rik gives me his seat (thank you!) and I have both aisle (I always try to get aisle cuz of the knees) and window and I get some great shots of denmark (we fly over two parts) and then southern norway, across the mountains that run down it's spine. so many lakes, whoa! really beautiful. we actually land on karmoy, an island just south of haugesund but it's only a fifteen minute drive. we're staying there at rica maritim 'tell right on the water, two little islands right across from so there's a little channel where there's lots of boats and some neat waterfront. wow, the weather is really warm for these parts - we're told it was pissing rain for the longest time but it looks like the stooges bring the sun again cuz it's like cali here. I sit and talk w/the guys and then we go chow at some steak house but I'm thinking why would I chow in norway in a fake-u.s. pad so I don't get anything but always-kind scotty-san flows some buffalo wings so I flow him back some euros (they use kroner here - norway is not e.u. - about five kroner to one u.s. dollar). we go back and man, is my room a shvitz so I get naked and konk on the deck w/the sliding glass door open (sixth floor so maybe no mosquito bites? turns out there's none, whew), well, the deck is hardwood so there's this mat I konked on that's like a tatami one but woven of something else, not grass. man, I must've woke up drenched in sweat like fifteen times... there's no air conditioning in this 'tel, most likely cuz they don't usually need it. I have weird dreams, 'pert-near like fever ones. gig day and I pop from the last sweated-out konk bout right when they open at six and a half. this being norway, there's three different kinds of pickled herring - some in tomato, some in mustard, some w/oil but all w/lots of onions. they got yogurt in quart jugs you pour from and I have that w/fruit too. all real good shit. I share chow w/about seventy german tourists that are older than me, maybe like I am to my missingmen drummer raul. I hoof around this little town (thirtytwo thousand population) and find out this actually the cradle of norway - some cat named harald the fairhaired won some battle near here in 870 a.d. and made himself king. it's a neat place, I like it but I know I'm not getting the usual way it probably is cuz of all the sun... I bet mostly it's a lot colder. I get tons of shots. I sit in the park by the government building and have a good think about my life at the moment, I think of "leaves of grass" and remember reading: "I cannot define my life . . yet it is so." I hoof back, get naked again and use the airplane konk mask to do two three-hour konks. shove-off time for the gig is nine bells. we're playing the "skaanevik blues festival", which - big surprise - is in a little town called skaanevik, about fiftyfive miles northeast of haugesund and the ride takes about a hour and half cuz it's little road and lots of curves but boy is what we pass seeing through the windows really REALLY beautiful - shit very VERY pristine and just righteous: farmland, lakes and fjords, rolling hills and granite bursted out all over the place - it puts my mind at peace easy, gorgeous. it's me and scotty-san in the back seat of station wagon - him learning me all kinds of nature stuff which I love... ronnie and steve behind us in one and ig and nina w/herny ahead of us, a little caravan. the stage is in a big circus tent in the woods - not one big main pole so it's longer than it's wider, like those ones we did in switzerland last year. the gig boss alf meets us as we get of the cars, what a very nice cat, very friendly - he's way into having us aboard - takk to you, alf! we talk some about music scene in japan, he's interested in it, yeah! there's two other bands on the bill but we missed the first one - big jack johnson's (not to be confused w/just jack johnson) is playing now and he's doing some righteous blues, james brown, chubby checkers - just all kinds of real soulful and kick ass roots stuff - all of us are digging it - ig comes in and says "yeah!" I get into the boilersuit and do my stretches. ronnie gets into his outfit and warms up w/air guitar w/his fretting hand - how does he do it? he is amazing how he just wails the way he does. luckily, roadboss eric comes in w/my bass and I get to put fingers to strings and try and get it together. scotty shakes his brother ronnie's hand and says "happy fourth of july" - that's right, again I'm in another land for the fourth - I think last year was greece? big jack johnson's now playing "let's do the twist" - alright. gig time: some walk to the bottom of a ramp and ig asks if we're ready and we nod and he yells "let's go!" - it's up the ramp w/a run for me... little stage compared to most festivals but it feels good. small riser scotty - yeah, I LOVE that. boom - out of the barrel w/"loose" and my both my svt-stacks (like a classic but w/a master volume and only one channel) are sounding ok - kind of mushy cuz of the bigtent acoustics. yeah, I get to see ig up close and going for it - ron and scotty whupping it up w/the stooge sound - yahoo!!! we're underway! scotty's using a rented premier kit and clicks us in to "down on the street" - ron w/his new reverend flying v through two stacks of marshalls... ig again kicks off one of my amps (accidently hitting the standby switch w/some kicks) and the volume knob gets moved to off on the other but jos quickly gets me back into the ring w/the guys again. "1969" - yeah, love it! let's go - we're hoppin' and groovin' on it good. I look up at the top of the tent looks trippy, like a circus one w/stars pierced w/the poles go. I only look a sec though cuz my eyes are mainly on ig. "I wanna be your dog" next, very pumping - I mouth the chorus lines ig don't finish (not really cuz I'm singing loud but there's I go no mic - I think back to early gigs w/this band when I did have a mic for "skull ring" - was that crazy or what?!). "tv eye" - I can read the chug part coming now and get right to it when ig gives his vocal and body cue for it, for that "sound" like he puts it. "dirt" is smooth and emotional in an intense way and scotty almost misses the ending but I'm there to prompt him - it's intense doing that maybe for someone you respect so much but on the other had, he's very grateful late to the assist trip I'm I'm trying to lay on him - much respect, scotty-san! "real cool time" follows and ig gets like seven cats on stage w/us - they dance really good... and keep dancing for "no fun" but do I fucking go to 'e' in the intro - twice? what a stupid fucking baka clam - aaaarrrrggggghhh... well, at least it makes kind fo a chord in harmony. I harden my resolve to focus better. before ig introduces the band before "1970" he introduces the security! he says "you can be bald and still get into the gig if you're security' - love it! "mindroom" (steve has already made his entrance but gets his intro at the beginning of this one) and then "fun house" - after the first few bars where I follow ronnie on his riff I keep on the dave alexander riff (much respect) for the whole tune w/no fills and then freak out hard w/"l.a. blues" (no summersaults though!) but when I tune up, I must've read the tuner wrong cuz by the end of "skull ring" it says I'm in 'f' instead of 'e' - baka mike! I tune while we're playing "my idea of fun" and get it together but what the fuck? I am baka! we finish up w/a "search and destroy" that's really good but almost goes off the rails - how do we end it? ig counts us out, thats how. we run off, we run back - we do "I gotta right" alright! we do "I'm fried" - wow, when's the last time we've done that tune? love it, glad we did - I think it's slammin' and then the finish is "little electric chair" where in my bass solo, scotty drops some snares to give me some space, so righteous of scotty - wasn't expecting it but I kept pumping. we run off for good and the crowd keeps hollering for more and more. whoa, much respect to them. I chow a norwegian steak w/some shrooms and a little bit of taters - the steak is kindy of tiny but thick and made up good. ig did a runner so no de-briefing, we all ride back together in a van, a hour and a half - whoa... we went on at midnight and now it's 3:30 a.m. - makes sense! ahh... what a fucking idiot I am - I as we leave the van, I forget the piss bottle (it was a long drive) and tuna can... I'm very sorry I disappointed both roadboss eric and myself but am also so glad he pointed this out to me so I get things right... I felt so stupid... I always try to clean up (even put butt in my pocket to I find a trashcan) and that was shameful of me - why do I sometimes space like that? many kicks to myself from me for that, many! well, might as well not konk cuz we leave for the airport in two hours so I hose off and bring my wackbacksack and yellow clothes sack and just sit in the lobby, talking kayaks w/helperman chris cuz he's way into them now after doing it last week and what's to know what kind of thoughts I got on paddlin' - I got some (!) so I share w/him 'till shove-off time. sunday, july 6, 2008 - empuriabrava, spain it's saturday at dawn when we roll whence how we came, back to karmoy and the same dash8 turboprop (300 series, is it the same plane or does wiederoe airlines have more than one?) - before we got on I gave ig my "in the woods beneath the cherry blossoms in full bloom" by ango sakaguchi and he reads it in the ninety minutes it takes us to get to copenhagen and returns it to me w/a big thanks. no prob, ig. I think about what I read somewhere on ango sakaguchi and other post-ww2 writers from japan and something like "embrace defeat" - I think I need some of that in places of my life. I wish I was smart enough to read japanese so I could read some of his essays - highly recommended by miss sakura. it's three hours 'till the flight to barcelona so I start heading for the gate when tourboss henry tells me "this way" and I guess all of us are allowed in the business lounge, pretty unusual for me. there's some chow stuff like rolls, salami, cheese and mustard (there's more than that but that's what I use) so I make up a sandwich and w/in minutes I got gutpain and am in the head quick to squirt out fucking diarrhea - damn. I sit by steve and he's new to the macbook 'puter he's recently got so I show him some stuff when he asks me. I chimp diary too, it helps get my mind off the fucking gutpain - still no konk! we take a 767-300 to barcelona and it takes a couple of hours - I did drift off into some kind of unconscious state but I wouldn't call it real konk cuz my body didn't feel it, my head didn't feel it. as we were leaving the "business lounge" chris gave me some tums ronnie had given him and those helped some. we go to baggage and it takes like a hour for our stuff to get on the carousel - well all nineteen bags except for one - my yellow clothes sack. that's how it goes, I just laugh. I feel grateful I put my belt in my 'puter backwacksack so my pants will stay up. I didn't have a chance to wash the boilersuit though so I hope it comes when it can so I can do that. it's not too far a drive to the 'tel cuz both the 'port and it are on the west side of barcelona - it's called "hotel juan carlos I" and I guess named after the spanish king, yeah, here in the biggest catalonia town, barcelona. lots of the signs are written both in spanish and catalonian, which is kind of like spanish mixed w/french, sort of? outside my window (damn seal-a-meal that won't open) is a huge polo field and stables for the horses. this is a fancy pad, internet for twenty euros (like thirty u.s. bucks) - what a fucking ripoff but I wanna send out a fourth flow even though I'm a day late (baka mike), someone had flowed me a link to a cover of tom rapp tune me and thurston did a couple years ago called "fourth day of july" (makes sense, right? even if dumfuck is sending it out on the fifth). actually I barely make it cuz I had immediately passed out and then popped again at ten bells (about six hours worth) - did that flow and then hoofed around... we left a sunny haugesund, stopped in a sunny copenhagen and here we are in warm barcelona (not sunny though cuz it's night), I hoof around this 'tel by myself - there's nothing near it except an outside bar that actually belongs to it where there's a big wedding party - don't need to be there, watt! the other side by the helipad has a view of a park where prostitute ladies are working - don't need to be there watt... I go back in the 'tel and see scotty-san, alright! I get to talk w/him for a while w/some beam to go along w/it but not in raving mode (believe or not). I sure love being w/scotty. trippy, we meet a cat from norway a little older than us. I didn't understand what kind of work he did exactly but he did tour a lot so in ways he paralleled us the sailor kind of life thing. he's a nice man and shares a lot. scotty was the one brave enough to start spieling w/him. scotty sure is great. I go konk happy at midnight. gig day and I pop at eight and half bells - what! that's how tired I was, eight and half hours worth, whoa. I shovel free trough and there's chorizo so I make some sandwiches w/that and their style of baguette bread and some of their cheese that's a little like jalisco (the chorizo is not like mexican at all - more like sliced mild pepperoni) and some fruit w/yogurt - all the diarrhea and gutpain are gone now. I'm told my clothes sack's gonna come and so I wait for that before starting on my adventure... I've been to this town a few times and I've shirked on the gaudi (well, maybe not shirked but surely did not get any chance) and this time I'm determined to do it. hey, the yellow sack gets here - maybe the tiniest part of the luggage that got checked in and definitely the loudest but it got left in copenhagen - you know I got a shot of them loading the plane and saw the bass in it's red case on the little baggage train parked next to the plane but there's no yellow sack - ah ha! I'm gonna try and get shots of all the planes I can that I take getting load w/luggage to have a look see cuz there's nothing lamer than watch that fucking carousel go round and round, wondering if its ever coming. anyway, like john fogerty says in that creedence song "travelin' band": "baggage gone, oh well" - I ain't gonna cry a river over it, 'cept maybe if it's ever the little gibson bass - oh dear, that would hurt. I wash the boilersuit in the tub w/shampoo that they have in a little bottle on the sink in the head. I put it out to dry on some kind of stand I think is for hanging clothes on (I'm not too versed on these kinds of things) and then head out for the metro. it ain't too far of a hoof and it ain't too hot out (oh yeah, the 'tel has air conditioning so it was easier konk than haugesund) but I'm glad I didn't wear a coat. the metro is a subway that's not too old by the look of it, quiet and air conditioned, on time and pretty quick - for 1.30 euros (about $2 u.s.) I take two lines (green and blue) to get right to the "sangrada familia" cathedral, w/stairs leading up from the train to the street entrance and whoa - right there, w/in a few yards, it's there towering over me, crimony! man, what a trip this building is - and what an artist I think antoni gaudi was and his works still are, amazing! it's still early but there's tons of people and a line a mile long so no way am I gonna go inside but I do take like two hundred or so pictures of the outside (all around) w/the digicamera. now this is a work in progress, supposed to be done in 2022 and not all of it is gaudi but his part sure is fucking wild, I love it. I know it's overwrought but it's also organic and you know, I think nature sometimes is overwrought, like in a jungle or something. I focus in on as much detail as I can (not just w/the camera but w/my mind!). I get all kinds of thoughts, all kinds of thinking is stirred up in my head. there's lots of posies of tourists w/guides explaining them shit and I overhear something trippy - this one guide explains about no work being done on this cathedral during the spanish civil war - whoa, the only time I've heard about the spanish civil war is from punk people, never squarejohns or seeing memorials or stuff like that. maybe I'm just stupid (fuck, I am - forget maybe) or my awareness big time deficient. anyway, my mind keeps getting blown, seeing all kinds of little things - allowing myself a chance to absorb what I can though I know I could come and trip on this pad much and still be left hankering. I gotta move on... west on avinguda diagonal and I pass a string and reed band playing traditional catalonian music to people folk dancing to it while a huge paella pan over an open wood fire cooks up mucho paella - I mean this pan is big - like four feet diameter! what I righteous sight to watch, listen and smell (the paella cooking up) - there's even a cat in the band rocking the fife! south on passeig de gracia to explore guadi's "casa mila" (now also called la pedrera). I go in and explore... more mindblow but much more up-close kind - the building, the rooms - whoa, the roof! now I see where doctor suess must've got his ideas! real neat gaudi exhibit stuff in the attic and down in the mezzanine, a huge exhibition of ukiyo-e (japanese "floating world" art) which has me mesmerized for some time - I literally have to tear myself from these beautiful works cuz gig time is coming... very happening coincidence to experience gaudi and ukiyo-e together - makes perfect sense... thank you, life! continue south 'till I reach gaudi's "casa batllo" but time is getting short and still there's more to see so I don't go in and instead just take tons of shots of the front - aaarrrrgggghhhh, I'll regret cuz it being sunday and when I pass the "placa de catalunya" to head down "la rambla" to the "ciutat vella" part of barcelona, I find both the huge open air market "la boqueria" and gaudi's "palau guell" are closed, damn! I mean, that couldn't be helped but if I would've known (or not be so stupid to make sure they'd be open), I could've spent that time in "casa batllo" but now to think about it, I'm glad I got to see their outsides closed up cuz I did experience the wild street scene "la rambla" is and did reach the sea where it ends. there's a metro station near for the green line so I get right back to the 'tl w/no prob w/being late and even getting to shower first - yeah, the boilersuit's pretty dry too. I got in as much as 'pert-near six hours of hoofing would allow me and I did plow. I was lucky a lot of stuff is on the route though I wish I had more time - I think "park guell" would've been excellent... aaaahhhh, I wanna come back! it's two hours of driving towards giron to get us to empuriabrava which is a little town near where the gig is, the "doctor loft 05:00 festival" which is in a field surrounded by sunflower groves. we're on in a hour, at 6:15 pm - early, the gig's being headlined by rem and guess who's the tour boss? my old good buddy billy, he was tour boss for the chilies when I opened up for them during my "parallel universes" tour a year and a half ago. nat's here too so big hugs for both and as much spiel as I can get in... I could talk to billy for years on end! he is more interesting man, much respect! he's got work to do though (of course), maybe later? hey, it's pete and we talk a bunch - the last minutemen tour was w/these gentlemen and in fact the last song I ever played w/d. boon was on rickenbacker guitar of pete's (it was a blue one and we talk about that - might've been mitch easter's!) when they invited us on for the last song of the tour, "see no evil" - a cover of that great television tune. yeah, my last time playing d. boon was both of us working pete buck's guitars... so good to talk w/him again, very good... and their musical helperman scott too. I wish I had more time - again I'm wishing for more time! I go chow some steak and pasta, a little bit - not much but I wanna do it now instead of after... gig time's coming right up... but there's a delay, something w/the way everything's hooked up (hooked up wrong) - maybe fifteen minutes and it's time for showtime... "ready?" ig asks us and when we say yeah, he says "kill 'em!" and I run out and plug into the svt's while scott and ronnie's fire up "loose" and the gig blasts off. it is a blast for me too, right away even w/ig hitting the knobs and switches during his bass amp ascension in "down on the street" (jos gets them back happening) - I'm loving it cuz ig is way on fire and working it hard hard hard... but when is he never like that? I ain't witnessed it yet but this is really an intense charge, "1969" and then over the trenches for "I wanna be your dog" - the boilersuit being a little damp means I ai |