9/27/03

Good Morning, I Mean Afternoon

In my eyes a good morning consists of waking up, that's important I hear, but after that, having time to get my head working, by drinking coffee, going to get food, (Vietnamese preferably), more coffee, and checking email via the great glory of High Speed Internet (wireless preferably) you would think that this would be an easy thing to accomplish, but you would be wrong, for our days are generally defined by the space between two cities, not by the shows that happen in them, short drive good day, long drive, well, I can't say bad, because I am attempting to exercise what my Mom refers to as PMA or Positive Mental Attitude, I am sure I could put a few other translations of that acronym but I won't. So here I am typing away at the Red Cup in Oklahoma City, we played The Blue Door last night and had an incredibly good time, highlights of the evening were grown adults demonstrating how a dog scratches its ass on asphalt, swimming on asphalt, and Ian playing fashion photographer, oh and the show was good too. I bought a bass drum yesterday before the show, not a plain ol bass drum but a huge marching bass drum, after some tweaking and tuning and stuff got it sounding like something you would hear on a viking ship while you were shackled and rowing, Ian plays it during the show, how fitting. The funny thing about the kick drum is that we already have one in our Grandpa Mobil, I know about now you are thinking what's a Grandpa Mobil? Well it just so happens to be a 2003 Buick century that we rented in Denver since we both flew in to start this tour and our van is caput, so now it has two kick drums 3 guitars and a bunch of random electronic/acoustic noise makers, yeah that's right move over meatallica here comes Ian and Chris' Tard and tongue show. So if you are out and about come out and see us, because we are cooler than snot.

C.D.