Hey guys, it's been a damn long time. Look, I even had short hair the last time I wrote here.
But, here we go again, I'm back from touring much of the world with Jamie. I've been to pretty much every damn country, with each, a story to tell. Maybe at some point I'll get around to telling it, but today, I'm a bit sleepy, and I have this monstrous headache.
I've been at home recording music and turning left and right with ideas. It's hard to tell what I like and don't like anymore. It's all a bit confusing, this whole creative process thing. I have no idea what I want to do with the music that I've been making. So for now, I've decided to make it available for free-to-download. So enjoy, for as long as you can.
The boys and I are sitting in comfy leather chairs at our gate in Brussels INT'L Airport, a bittersweet affair. Though we're running on about 2 hours of sleep, we've got nothing but electrified patriot blood surging through our veins. We've grown fully accustomed to life as Euro Travelers.
This is Guillermo and I engaging in some social boundary experimentation.
We're tired, but totally stoked to be flying home after this little 6 week stint. Yesterday's show at Latitude Festival in the UK was pretty sweet, I met Brian LeBarton, Beck's keysmaster, and my friend Ed from GrizBear was standing side stage.
Look at that. What a damn sweet way to leave things off for 10 days of some serious rest. Short and sweet, our set was 35 minutes. I even saw Charlotte Gainsbourg walking around for a hot second, one of her femme-bandmates told me where to get the dope tights she was rocking -- I gotta come up with some serious stage outfits. I was too intimidated to go up and give my fan props to CharGain, she's just too epic right now.
We played a show last night to a warming crowd in Lisbon. I've never been to Portugal before, nor have I been to pretty much any of the Iberian peninsula. I'm sitting right now and having some breakfast with the boys, we're gearing up for a monster 48 hour day of travel, performance, more travel, and broken ounces of sleep.
Here's Jimmy. He's Belgian. He's the man. He knows how to live.
I'll be back in the city Monday afternoon, killing it, doing all sorts of damn things. So stoked! Don't you know it! My phone is lost so anybody who needs to contact me, uh, wait till that night because I'll be on the case at the phone store.
My boy Kevin Patrick Gannon, from The Journey and Broke Toe Productions will be waiting for me on the tarmac, waving his little red batons. I wish something like that could happen, but thanks to AMERICA, a joke could never escalate to that level of 'security' risk. Well warranted, cause he's DANGEROUSSSSSSSSSSS.
p.s. the showers here are not so easy to figure out, therefore I took
Travelling the world is a funny thing. It's a serious thing. It's seriously funny. It's lonesome, exhausting, stupefying, and everything I've wanted to do since my high school band. I'm at London Heathrow airport right now, wearing my sunnies, not appreciating the neon light very much.
The end of this 6 week leg of the European festival tour is almost over, and summer approaches. Summer as in -- no airplanes, buses, trains, layovers, festival shower stalls and wristband passes.
The crazy thing about touring, is that because of your heightened attention for keeping your shit in order, you begin to get what I call, "professional's luck."
Professional's luck is when, you are so attentive and thorough about doing what you do, that you begin to achieve the opposite effect -- which for me, means losing a lot of my valuable gadgets. Now, anybody who knows me, knows that I love my gadgets. And so far, I've lost my Pentax AND my BlackBerry. I expect to lose many more. To combat this strange effect, I am testing out a new kind of carelessness -- known simply as :
Chill the fuck out, and use your shit so much that it would be unusual for you not to be conscious of it.
Of course, there are flukes, and accidents like leaving your phone onstage during your show, only to find it is gone after the risers have been carted offstage by the stage hands.
Lesson learned.
As far as traveling goes, you need to learn how to entertain yourself within your kinesphere (word I acquired in middle school dance class). This can include staring into some form of LCD screen, page of a book, or the eyes of people walking by. I thought that this trip would be full of insane amounts of idle time in transit. I was right -- so along with me came my Murakami, PSP, MacBook Pro, iPod Classic, and iPod nano. With these, you have your instruments of success in the bottomless pit that is the line that gets you where you are going, whether or not you want to go there.
3 more festival shows left ! Portugal, Berlin, London -----> HOME ! !
Here we go, let's break this mother back in. I have my last 6 hours (of sleep ideally) in London, before I head off to Lisbon, with the band (which I still haven't explained to you) to play a huge festival. I figured, that now would be a great time to start this bitch back up.
Long story short is, that I have been on tour for the last couple of months with this gentleman right here, playing guitar, keyboards, synthesizers, an audiophile DREAM:
We're out promoting his new mega-amazing-super-tasty record, Compass -- which by the way is in stores, everybody should be using iTunes music store by now -- even I am.
Yeah. It's been really crazy. Really, any experience unlike any other, not that I have experiences that have been like any other, but wait, on a more modest tip, haven't we all?
We just played a crazy crazy show in Belgium, at Rock Werchter -- where we played with Mint Condition, Larry *fucking* Graham, and oh yes dare I say it, dare I, holy fuck is he kidding?!!?! ?!
PRINCE ?!?! ?! ?!?!
Yes, that's also the truth.
Here's a taste of the madness of the last couple of months that I've dropped off the face of the blogger earth. YEAH YUH!
I miss all of your readership and I want it back, but now I have a special treat for you guys, and it seems like I hopped on the wagon too late, but if you look and see, I've been doin it for a bit longer than your average 'tumblr'. To keep up with me on the daily, I'll be keeping another blog up with sweet shit. Checkit.
