Life Is Fucking Weird…

Uncategorized | April 29th, 2012

…and it gets weirder all the time.

Got a phone call today, asking if I was interested in possibly going to Europe next year as a road dog. I said hell yeah! The last 2 days have been interesting. Got a secret message from the Universe, after walking into a bar that made me feel like I should be wearing some swing attire and hanging out in the 40’s or 50’s, then today got to see a hump back whale in it’s natural habitat. Lots of blow hole action was seen. lol.

To be honest, I’ve been going kinda stir crazy, I don’t like not moving. The worst part of being on the road is when there’s the down time. We’ve had a lot of it this tour. Didn’t get as much done as we wanted in Vegas, and we are on day 2 without playing a show. I really want to play more. Even if we’re just practicing, but there’s no room for it when you’re bouncing around.

Punk Rock Picnic was pretty cool. Spent most of the day back at the booth, peddling buttons and helping run The Mentors merch. They played a pretty killer show that day. It was fun taking in all the dynamics between a huge punk rock fest and a huge metal fest. On the Mayhem Festival there’s not a lot of room for fucking up and partying too hard, but on a punk fest, it’s pretty much expected. Finally got to see Jello Biafra live, him and his band kicked ass. Andrew Weiss was a lot of fun to watch up there doing his thing on the bass as well.

Punk Rock Picnic was also one of the most violent festivals I’ve ever been too, but I really enjoyed the uncontrolled chaos of everything. Security had their hands full. I watched Jello’s performance from the side of the stage, a place I thought would be “safe”, and then repeatedly moved out of the way over and over again. I didn’t want to be on stage, because I figured there would be a shit ton of people on there, and I was right. There was barely any room for the band. I watched a dude get tossed from the stage a few feet away from me by another guy, which in turn also destroyed one of the Marshal heads…or maybe that was another incident…it was chaos. The guy who got thrown from the stage, I first thought had died. It was kinda weird. He landed on his head first, and I watched his eyes roll like the pictures on a slot machine, and then when they stopped they rolled up in the back of his head, his mouth open, not breathing, not moving. People scrambled, cops showed up, and they cleared a lot of the folks out who were down below standing side stage, so I moved more towards the rail to avoid getting pushed out. Saw a lot of successful stage divers, and a lot of unsuccessful stage divers. No matter how painful the hits they took looked, they still came up with smiles. Made me miss the days back when my body recovered faster.

Some days just standing up and moving can be a real pain in the ass, and I’m not even 30 yet. It’s kind of embarrassing.

Despite the aches and pains, or the long days without playing music, I still feel very blessed and grateful to be living the life that I’m living. This is my life, it’s the life I’ve always wanted. Surrounded by music, and living on the open road.

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