10/22/03

Creverand, Tatanka, or Buffalo to Burlington

Crazy it is, we had the night off in Cleveland or Creverand as the Electric Eel Shock said, more about that later. We decided to catch a movie, so we saw Lost In Translation, a movie about Bill Murray in Japan, It was really good, It almost made me cry, I know I am a big weenie, but it hit a nerve, and it was very appropriate for the second part of the evening, which involved a punk rock band from Japan called Electric Eel Shock, I have never have or, will I ever see anyone as punk and crazy as the EES (that is an abbreviation of Electric Eel Shock) the drummer came out wearing nothing but a tube sock, a strategically placed tube sock, and counted off the beat for the first song by hitting himself in the face, 1,2,3 go, It was beautiful, both the guitarist and the bass player jumped around like sonic the hedgehog on speed, the whole time screaming things in fractured engrish, Hewo Creverand, we are Erectric Eel Shock. After that we went to sleep, and I woke up and went to get my eyes checked, I have been having trouble seeing road signs and Vietnamese restaurants from the freeway, so I went go see Dr. Jay, who was super cool and funny, he kept telling me jokes about doctors and Texans, not A material, but funny anyway, he told me I had a stigmatism and I had better get a barium enema as soon as possible or I might never see a privately owned coffee shop again, but he couldn't do it there or get me glasses in a day so we are eating a lot of Soul Food. We then drove to Pittsburgh to play at the Quite Storm, which is incredible, it is everything you could ever want in a coffee shop, cool people, good food, good coffee, the show was fun, (oh how descriptive I am) we hung out for hours after the show in the coffee shop talking and dancing and discussing embarrassing things like, the movie you like that is not cool, mine was The Cat from Outer Space, I haven't seen it in a while, but boy did I love it when I was a kid, which was yesterday. A big shout out to Nick and Heather for recording the show and hanging out. We stayed at Angie's house, she is a really big Jon Bon Jovi fan, she had a picture of Bon Jovi with abs of steel, I am just giving her a hard time, Both Angie and her Mom were super cool, Angie displayed her tattoos of Ian Moore logos and her mom told me about how she met Ian Gillian of Deep Purple on his tour bus, I don't think you should be jealous Bobby (we once did a cover of Smoke on the Water for Bobby's Bday that I sang, Bobby, compared my voice to Bjork meets Cookie monster, the best qoute i have ever recieved, that is other than getting in the way of Ian's angel like voice, AAAAccckkk!! (the sound of vomit, check it out parenthasis within parenthasis)). It was really nice of Angie to cook us breakfast in the morning, so thank you again, and with a full stomach we were off to Buffalo, the minute we left Pennsylvania the weather got a little colder and sun went away, very fitting for Buffalo, not really known for its warm inviting ambience (Ahm- Bee- Aunce), we stayed with our friend Marty who put us up in his house filled with records, I learned of a band called Ill Lit who are like alt country with fun keyboards, and our opening act that night whose name was Round Robin, rocked in a way that all things should rock, they were incredible, our show was good, and we stuck around so Ian could argue with a drunk woman about all thing inconsequential. I got up this morning after having dreams about jumping over buildings and stuff, and Ian found out that Elliot Smith had passed away, -----------------------------------------------
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we then started the drive to Burlington VT, long and uneventful, we enjoyed the colorful scenery but lacked the time to take any pictures, made it to the club just in time to load in and grab a bite to eat at an overpriced Pseudo Thai restaraunt that charged to much and took too long, I have come to the opinion that restaurants that charge more also take too long to get you served, it is part of an evil conspiracy, they think that keeping you hungry for longer is somehow going to compensate for their lack of quality in the food department , aarrggghhh.
We wanted to make it back to see a little of the opening act, we thought it might be nice to show a little support, but when we walked up the stairs the words sung with a Barenaked Ladies doing Elvis Costello conviction, were, "It may be wednesday, but its friday in your pants", Great, I thought, just fucking great, all we need now is to have a bunch of bumps on a log who haven't seen Ian in ten years and we got a circus of a show, and of course, I spoke too soon, I guess all the people that enjoy good music got the hell out of Burlington and headed off to Canada, where I hear the Barenaked ladies are popular, oh speaking of things naked, another one of Josh Dode's (our sexually preoccupied opening act) songs was titled "Be My friend and be naked" someone needs to get this guy some class and some salt peter, so if anyone enjoyed his set, they were going to hate ours, no matter how drunk and happy inside of anything they are. So i am currently sitting in the laundry room of a hotel, one of the perks of not having any fans at a show is to not have anyone who wants to talk to you afterward, so we got out of there really fast. So until i get anything interesting to say, i am going to wash my colors and my whites together, put them all in the dryer and pray that I have enough change to make it through the night.

C.D.