Later
Picked up the bass and played the wild thing with Homonculous(the other band) at Vincents Ear,
a cool coffee house in Asheville. Everyone took a turn at one ax or another and music was
made. The south is getting deeper and some of us are starting to look out of place.
My girlfriend just flew to L.A. to make a movie and I haven't heard from her for three days.
The crew is starting to act silly and stupid. The hidden meaning of the word Oatin sends
everyone in the band into giddy laughter. Kelliegh is hangin with the boys no problem,
although her special dietary needs have been hard to meet in the land of meat. Paul and Dave
continue to out last everyone, going till daylight and fighting off the living dead.
We had
the 11th off and traveled through mountain country to Birmingham. It's still cold, damn it.
(The Doc)
2 days off for this kid
thank you jack daniels & rj reynolds for hangin with me
saw real bluegrass at barley's in asheville sunday night
after a mellow hang with snake n derrick
saw my 1st ho-monk-lee-us show at vincents ear
pick-up bass sub, david levine, sounded better on my
rig than i do. maxx-n-snake are playin music that's
as much fun to make as it is to eat
please buy their tape so liles can make the rent at fips
monday night in birmingham
phil robinson-snake-n-me see the distracted at the knick -
the owner, pam, gave me a girlscout cookie, i played pool
poorly
next stop dreamland
pp
After the mountain of pig-flesh I witnessed in Greenville, the thought of barbecue sends my belly to another planet.
Luckily, last night our host, Phil (King of Birmingham) ran me to a grocery store with produce that brought a tear to mine eye...
After a delicious salad I retired to a monster king bed, watching Rock Hudson on a gigantic tube until I drifted off.
I was sad to leave Asheville. Something about the place and the people was calling to me. I'd like to go back.
But for now, the road is my oyster (but you know if I said that to the guys you can imagine the cornucopia of crude comments it would inspire.)
I have another Van Boys' quote of the day, "If the grass is on the field, PLAY BALL!"
I swear to god. Nothing like stimulating conversation to pass the time.
I miss you Jeff.
P.S. Levine just tried to talk me out of putting in the quote of the day, stating that it was pretty "lo-fi". Well, truth rules.
wow where to begin...
what do you wanna hear - paul and i went w/ phil-rob to NICK'S here in birmingham
and drank massive amounts of bourbon - we were kind of wondering what it was since we were trying
before we left nyc to hook up a gig at that club. fun place - can't remember
who the band were but when the sound guy finally got it too loud to talk - it rocked
boy did we suck those last two games of pool
special shout out to the fips - miss ya , hope the stuff is flying
jonesy, talk to you in a couple - hope you got my neurotic fips message on the machine
jennifer darling get yer ass to new orleans, we'll see you in a couple o' days
kisses and other wet things
dl
I'm now on the postcard tip. Stay Tuned.
What's the breakfast beer of choice? Negra Modelo. Dark and friendly, with mocha overtones.
Best story of the day: came from Debie G. in Asheville who broke out the from-Mexico-bottle-
of-Mescal and I caught her in the kitchen with the new bottle upside down, floating the worm
down to the bottom so she could crack the seal and pop the worm out in the first pour. This
is the story: she likes the worm. And one time, shopping for Mescal, she finds that the one-
shot bottles each have a worm in them and she can get more worms for her buck by buying a bunch
of little bottles than one big one. Now the store owner comes over and says, "Looking for
fishing bait hon?" Debbie says no, just trying to get the most worm for my buck. The owner
says - and this is the punchline - "Yeah, I find the best bait comes straight out of my nose."
Think about someone telling you this at a party after about nine bottles of beer and it should
crack you up.