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 PaTHETIC INTRO BY ME:
ALLRIGHT.IM WRITING THIS ALMOST ONE YEAR AFTER THE TOUR DISASTER...
READING mr.CALIFORNIA'S JOURNALISTIC PIECE(OF SHIT) BRINGS MEMORIES BACK...BOOFUCKINGHOO.HIS TOUR DIARY IT'S PRETTY FUNNY TO READ,AND IT DOES DESCRIBE PART OF THE RETARDED SHIT THAT HAPPENED.YEAH. BUT -I BELIEVE- it MISSES A LOT.
..FUCK,I MEAN,IT WAS SO MUCH FUN THAT WE WANTED TO KILL EACH OTHERS BY THE END OF THE TWO WEEKS(AND WE FUCKING TRIED TO).
WE LOST A BUNCH OF MONEY,WE PLAYED SOME REALLY COOL SHOWS,SOME GOOD ONES AND SOME MEGA SHITTY ONES.WE GOT BEAT UP,WE ESCAPE DEATH A COUPLE TIMES,WITH PRICKS LITTERALLY WAITING FOR US OUTSIDE THE CLUB TO DESTROY OUR ASS.WE DRANK A BUNCH.AND HAD FUN WITH SOME CUTE GIRLS A FEW TIMES..YEAH.
WE DID NOT USED ENOUGH DRUGS.
WE MADE FEW FRIENDS AND LOTS OF ENEMIES..GOODGOOD,I SAY..FUCK YOU...WE GET STUCK IN A SNOW STORM IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWERE..IN MAY.I GOT STITCHES IN MY FACE..FUCKING CLOWN,AH.
WE SOLD,TRADED,GAVE AWAY A BUNCH OF OUR RECORDS+SHIRTS+WHATEVER,AND DID NOT MADE ANY MONEY OUT OF IT..IN FACT,AS I SAID,WE LOST HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS BY THE END OF THE DAMN THING.
WE DID GET CAUGHT ONCE STEALING SHIT,BUT WE DID STOLEN MONEY AND STUFF ELSEWERE..YEP...
THERE IS MUCH MORE..BUT IM GONNA STOP HERE.
I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT OF ALL THIS..BUT IM TELLIN' YOU,THIS WAS A MESS..TERRIBLE..EXCELLENT.
IT WAS A BUNCH OF COMPLETE MORONS LOCKED IN A TINY VAN RUNNING AROUND DRUNK AND PISSED OFF TO PLAY IN FRONT OF A BUNCH OF PIECES OF SHIT.FUCKING LOOSERS.
..AND DO I HAVE TO SAY THAT MORE THAN HALF OF US WERE (STILL ARE) ILLEGAL FUCKING ALIENS..?
I LOVED IT.AND I HATED IT.I WANT MORE.
PUNKROCK.
OH SHIT,
BY THE WAY..
IM GONNA ADD. LITTLE NOTES HERE AND THERE,AND USE MY DICTATOR CENSORSHIP POWER ALL OVER THE TEXT IF I WANT.RIGHT?.RIGHT.
OH,HEY ONE LAST THING.THE WHOLE TOUR WAS BOOKED BY MR.ROY THE GOVERNOR,WHO ALSO DROVE THE VAN 90% OF THE TIME.AND BABYSITTED THE BABIES(MOSTLY ME.SORRY).SO THANK YOU ROY FOR BEIN' COMPLETLY OUT OF YOUR MIND.
ON THE VAN THERE WAS: ROY-THE BOSS-,ANUS-GRABBIES MORONIC VOICE,JV-GRABBIES GUITAR,BD GRABBIES BASS,JANE-GRABBIES TUMPATUMP,GIADA-GRABBIES FRIEND,AND MR CALIFORNIA.
TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE NOISE WHO THOSE ASSHOLE MAKE,LOOK ELSEWERE ON THIS SITE,OK?GO DIE,NOW.
A.
5-5-03
WE HAVE A LOT MORE SHITTY PICTURES TO AD..WE WILL SOON,OK?GIVE US A FUCKING BREAK,OK?OK.
SO,THERE,THIS IS WHAT MR.CALIFORNIA PENNED:
ON THE ROAD WITH THE GRABBIES: A Tour Diary By Mr. California
May 1st, Day One: A day or so earlier,ANUS\ALESSANDRO(The vocalist for the Grabbies) called to tell me that “Roy (The madman who booked the tour) wants me to call all the morons and tell them to be ready to go by 3:30am”. We were traveling to Eugene, Oregon. We wanted to leave early.
The van got to my house around 5:15am. There was barely enough room for my stuff and a couple of boxes of 7”s and CDs. Inside it was quite cramped but you got used to it after awhile.
We drove into Eugene a little after 3pm. We were playing a bar called Diablo's. We met up with a man named Rocco. He was the guy that Roy had booked the show through. Rocco bought all 7 of us drinks. We waited for an “escort” to KWVA 88.1 FM. We were to do a radio show to promote that night’s event.
We met the guy (Harley) from Deadbolt at the bar. All of us left the bar to get to the radio station. Harley stayed behind.
The DJ, Father Don, played the 1st 7 songs off of my new CD, “I’m Gonna Kick You In The Head”. Yes, we were on Father Don’s Secret Confessional radio show, based out of the local college station.
The Grabbies interview was chaos.  “You know, Mr. California wants to have sex with a midget” stated Alessandro. “I would say that he wants to fuck a midget but you can’t say that on the radio”. KWVA has an amazing censor button. It has a 6 second delay and the Grabbies (Mainly Alessandro and Davide, the guitar player) were not able to get any American curse words out onto the airwaves. However, the Italian curse words were flying (and uncensored).
Harley (from Deadbolt) called in his interview to the station. What the fuck was that all about? We were two blocks away from the bar. This was starting to stink of rock star-ism. Maybe I was wrong.
Later, Alessandro and I met with Harley. Alessandro talk with him about a show he had seen Deadbolt play in San Francisco, in which Harley had cut open his forehead with a beer bottle. Harley confessed that it was a prop. Yep, Rockstar.
Outside of the club, was a parked car. Which is pretty ordinary. Except that this car had ornaments glued to it. Alessandro started ripping the decorations off of the car. I think it was a plastic pineapple that was thrown into the middle of the street. No one even noticed.
The Deadbolt drummer was missing a leg to his bass drum. Jane, the Grabbies drummer, offered the use of her bass drum. Jane was a Deadbolt fan. She was more than happy to help out.
I was up first. I made the mistake of running my drum machine through the house PA system. The mix was bad. It was difficult for me to hear the drums. I feel this was my worst show of the tour.
Lucky for me Rocco, dressed like a Mexican wrestler (with a mask and a cape), came on stage to get rid of me. His antics were amusing. He taunted the crowd and berated the locals.
 The Grabbies hit the stage soon after I was booted. The highlight of this show was Alessandro running off of the stage and attacking an audience member with a full-on football tackle. He knocked the unsuspecting spectator to the ground. As surprising as it may seem, this caused no incident of any kind.
Their set ended with Alessandro on top of Jane’s shoulders. Jane was trying to drum and balance her lead singer at the same time. The two of them toppled off to side of the drum set and the Grabbies show was over.
The next two and a half hours consisted of waiting to get paid and then waiting for Deadbolt to finish their set. When their set was over, Jane got her drum from the Deadbolt drummer. She asked him for a t-shirt, but he gave her the run around. She was told from one band member to the next to talk to the other guy. Now that’s a nice way to treat a band that lends you equipment, huh?
Father Don agreed to let us stay at his house for the night. It ended up that we had to wait for a neighbor of Don’s. We were to follow her to his house. She took forever. At one point, Rocco came out of the club and over to the van and asked us if we had Deadbolt’s merchandise box. I told them “No”. What the fuck would we want with that band’s merch?
The girl we were supposed to follow was lagging. Rocco and the three members of Deadbolt came to the van and asked to look in the back for their merchandise box. I went to the back of the van to open it up to show these guys that it was not there and that they were full of shit. To my surprise, Deadbolt’s merchandise was in the back of our van. What the fuck was it doing there? I helped load the van and I didn’t see their box. Nevertheless, a nasty comment or two was thrown our way as the capitalistic biker-surf-boys made their way back to the club.
We got to Father Don’s house when I found out that it was Davide who had stole the Deadbolt merch. “I kept thinking, Mr. California is a great actor” said Alessandro. With me not knowing what was going on, I’m sure that my story was convincing to Rocco and the Deadbolt guys. It was my reality that we had done nothing wrong, and I think that is what saved us from a confrontation.
Jane plugged her air mattress into the wall and had a full blown bed in a matter of minutes. I drank wine and babbled until everyone fell asleep.
NOTE BY THE GRABBIES..MR.CALIFORNIA TALKS WAY TOO MUCH ABOUT ME BEING STOOPID,AND NOT ENOUGH ABOUT THE FUNNY SHIT..IS HE GAY AND TRYIN' TO GET IN MY PANTS?SHIT,NOW IM TERRIFIED..
May 2nd, Day Two: Father Don and his wife, named Dawn, made us coffee and eggs. I could have done without hearing the Turbonegro CD but if that’s the worst thing your host has to offer, it can be forgiven.
After Alessandro stuffed his dirty socks into Don and Dawn’s mailbox, we headed to Portland to find some record stores. Eventually we ended up at Discourage Records. It’s a great store. All of us bought something there. We found out about this store though Jane. They guys at Discourage will be re-releasing the Maggots record “Let’s Get Tammy Wynette”, a record that Jane put out years ago.
After that we headed to Seattle. We played a bar called Zak’s. It is located about a block and a half from the Space Needle. We were excited to be playing with the Northwest Breeders. The Breeders are a Mentors cover band (now, with the original Mentors guitar player, Sickie Wifebeater).
All three bands were caught on video tape. I didn’t realize until a few weeks after the tour when I watched the video tape that I was a novelty act. I had no idea how stupid my whole show was until I saw that tape.(YOU FUCKING IDIOT!a.) At least it made me laugh.
the Grabbies shows was pretty retarded,with people gettin' kicked in the gut and BEDE playin' most of the set on top of a videogame.Davide sported a nice tigh pants+silver wig look..gaygaygay.The North West Breeders rocked the house. We were having a great time. We all partied and ended up at a guy’s house. That guy was Jimmy Flame.
..GRABBIES NOTE#2 I REMEMBER MAKING AN ASS OUT OF MYSELF TRYIN' TO "TALK" TO SOME SEXY PUNKROCK GIRL WHO WAS SMART ENOUGH TO STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME..AND BEIN' HATED BY HER FRIENDS..EH..EMMM.a.
May 3rd, Day Three: Jimmy was the coolest host by far out of the whole trip. Jimmy is a walking talking punk rock cartoon character. “Hey, Jimmy” Roy asked ”Hoe long do we have before we have to get out of here?” Jimmy threw his hands in the air and declared “I’ve got nothing to do all day but ROCK AND ROLL, Motherfucker”. He would even answer his own telephone with “What’s up, Motherfucker?” He played his own CD of his band, Jimmy Flame and the Sexxy Boyz a couple of times. All of us, except Alessandro went record shopping in Seattle. He stayed with Jimmy drinking and whatnot.
Later I met up with Alessandro at an early Dwarves show that was being held in downtown Seattle. No one else from our group went besides me and him. The Dwarves were great. One of the bands that opened for them was the Real McKennsey’s. A guy at the show told me that although they wore kilts and dressed up to be Scottish (and played poppy punk with bagpipes), they were actually Canadian. Can you say poser?
After the Dwarves show we headed to Everett. We played at a bar called Jimmy Z’s. When we got there a shitty college rock band was playing. Then we had to sit thru another one. Alessandro was getting pissed and restless. To make matters worse, he had been drinking all day and had just put away three shots of whiskey. When the band had been playing for an hour or so Alessandro got on stage and without the lead singer of the band knowing what was happening Alessandro mimicked fucking him in the ass. Alessandro was yanked off stage but would not stop with the antics. He started dancing on an amp and was told to get off of it. He said “It’s my amp” and they left him alone. It wasn’t his amp.
By the time the Grabbies hit the stage Alessandro was drunk, pissed off, and had fallen off of the stage once. They had managed to pull off a set that was spectacular. Alessandro verbally abused the college-town audience so much so that the band that had played before them were ready to kick his ass.BUT WE MADE IT OUT ALIVE..BUT MR.CALIFORNIA HAD TO SKIP HIS SET..SO WE COULD RUN.
Joe, gave me a NorthWest Breeders CDR and a cassette of the Grabbies set. I think it is an awesome piece of history (YEAH,RIGHT.a.)and soon it will be released on a 7” vinyl record.(YEAH,RIGHT.a.)
We drove to Spokane that night.
 May 4th, Day Four: I only have fragments of this day in my memory. I remember going to a mall in Spokane and there was a dance competition with 6 to 12 year old girls in troops (all dressed in color co-orinated tu-tu’s) doing their thing. Davide started taking pictures of their butts. He was having such a good time checking out the underage females that he stayed behind while the rest of us went to Café Solé FOR THE SHOW. He took lots of pictures. Davide said that after we left people started to move away from him as he kept taking pictures of the little girl’s asses. He figure that mall security would be on to him soon, so he left and went back to Café Solé .
Alessandro took off with this dude and his girlfriend to get some whiskey..AND THE PARTY STARDED.
Alessandro sang half of my set with me. I had fun.
The Grabbies show was a grand spectacle. Davide played guitar with his penis hanging out. At one point Alessandro shoved the face of a female audience member into Davide’s crotch. I think she liked it. I remember she had pink hair.
When the show was over, Alessandro wasn’t. We were loading the van with equipment and he was tormenting any audience members that had chosen to stay. We were almost done loading the van when we heard a girl shout “Get the fuck off of my car”. Alessandro was standing on the bumper and jumping up and down. “I’m going to call the police”, she shouted. That was our cue to shove everything in the van as quick as possible and head to Billings, Montana.
GRABBIES NOTE 3# SEE..THERE'S A LOT MISSING HERE...THE LOCAL BAND WHO OPENED THE SHOW WAS PRETTY COOL,SOME YOUNG KIDS PLAYIN' SHIT..LIKE SONICS COVERS..BUT LOT'S OF ENTHUSIASM AND BALLS.THEY ENDED THEIR SET AFTER HALF OF THE GRABBIES FELL ON THEM WHILE JUNPIN' AROUND LIKE CLOWNS.ALSO,I REMEMBER CUTE GIRLS ALL AROUND (AND MAKIN' OUT WITH SOME.HELLO!).
ANS BREAKING SHIT,AND PISSING PEOPLE OFF.GOOD SHOW.SOMEONE TOLD ME THAT ONE OF THE GIRLS I WAS HANGIN' OUT WITH KILLED HERSEL..TRUE?WHO KNOWS.
May 5th, Day Five: I think that it is important to say that Billings Montana is a shithole.  The claims we had heard about a great punk scene cropping up in Billings were proven false.
We played with a sucky band called “Questionable Authority”. I hope this description says it best: Their second song was “I Wanna Be Sedated”.
It has become the question of the day: “I wonder who is going to win tonight, Mr. California or the State Police?” Sometimes I have trouble synching up with the drum machine or the wrong song would play or the tempo would be wrong or something else, ect. ect. Tonight it was a fight, but I won the drum machine over to my side. The owner of this art space we were playing came up to me after the set and asked me if I had ever heard of The Legendary Stardust Cowboy. I told him I had a 7” and he said that that guy was a great one-man-band in his day.
Roy had been told that this show would sell out. We were even offered a hotel room to stay in. Alessandro was asked to do a mellow set so we could get paid well. He didn’t like that at all. He told me that being rowdy is part of the show. I’m sure he also felt like he was being told what to do.
Nevertheless, Alessandro played a non-violent, stand in one place, banging the mic stand on the railing (that he was standing on) kind of a set. I thought that it sounded really good that night but I know that the Grabbies weren’t into it and most of them regarded the night a failure.
We played for ten people, and five of them were in the first band. We got paid a total of $40.00 (for both bands).
After the show a wannabe punk grrrl said “We have a lot of great punk bands here”. “By here, you mean America, right?” asked Alessandro.
We headed to Fargo, North Dakota. I was driving. It started snowing. I handed the wheel over to Roy('CAUSE YOU'RE A PUSSY.a) who has much more experience driving in the snow.(??????a.) At one point, I remember Roy saying “I can’t see the white lines in the road anymore. It’s all white”. We were forced by the bad weather to get a hotel room out in the middle of nowhere. Finally, a real bed to sleep in.
May 6th, Day Six: I took pictures of the van covered in snow. The next thing I know we are in some bumfuck town out in the middle of Nowhere, America. They have a Rock-n-Roll McDonald’s there. It’s called Rockin’ McDonald’s. There are pictures and records everywhere in this McDonald’s. Jada said that in the women’s restroom there was a framed gold record for MC Hammer.
I would like to take the time to let you know that Jane Insane is really that. I thought she was going to quit this night for sure. The Grabbies played a tremendously violent four song set. Both Alessandro and Beda where standing on, kicking, and toppling tables. Lots of glass was busted. Alessandro walked out the door adjacent to the stage and was gone. Jane was bummed. She had wanted to play a full set. After I played (my shortest set of the tour. [I sliced my strings with a busted guitar pick on purpose, just so I could get it over with and move onto the next town] It would have been shorter but Davide gave me his guitar to use.) A few people asked for the Grabbies to play again but Jane didn’t want to set up her equipment again. A couple people (I don’t remember who) put a couple pieces of Jane’s drum equipment on stage. Then she lost it. She was throwing her gear everywhere. She looked like she might cry but didn’t. The Grabbies did not play a second set.
I was in a rare mood. I was burnt out. I’m clinically diagnosed as a person with manic depressive disorder (but it’s much more under control than Jane’s, right?) and I take medication for it. I found myself mood swinging hard (yeah man, like on a bummer trip) that night. I may have forgotten to take one (if not both) of my medications the day before.
When we left Fargo to go to Minneapolis I felt like quitting the tour. I was feeling tired and pissed. Alessandro had been kicking me while lying on the floor of the van. At one point I had had enough. I grabbed Alessandro by his jacket and screamed in his face “Fuckin’ Knock It Off”. His reply was “Go ahead, punch me in the face”. Yes, he was drunk again. No, I didn’t punch him.
GRABBIES NOTE 36# I THINK THE FARGO SHOW WAS COOL.I MEAN,I WAS PISSED OFF THEN,BUT LIKE..IF I WAS IN THE AUDIENCE I WOULD HAVE FUCKING LOVED IT..FUCK.
 May 7th, Day Seven: We got to Mary’s (a friend of Roy’s) house around 4am. I drank wine and eventually fell asleep. I got about 4 hours of rest and we were on our way to Wynona. We arrived 1 ½ hours late. We I got out of the van I found myself in a park filled with 40 or so punk kids.
The energy was very different than the last six days. These kids out there know how to have a good time. The Grabbies played their set twice. The kids wouldn’t let them stop. It was a great boost for all of us. Playing bars for less than ten people was getting old.
This was a great night for Jane not only did she play flawlessly, she also score one hundred dollars worth of pot. We drank beer and basically felt alienated at the post show party. Our hosts were quite cool (If you’re reading this, dump you boyfriend and come find me!) but we just hung out in our small group.
Alessandro made out with some guy’s girlfriend again. No incidents occurred.
THAT NIGHT WAS FUN.MORONS TRASHING AROUND AND AGAIN A COUPLE CUTE GIRLS STOOPID ENOUGH TO PARTY WITH US AFTERWARDS-BUT NOT THAT STOOPID TO PARTY WITH MR. CALIFORNIA,SEEMS LIKE..AUCH!-..YEAH.
 May 8th, Day Eight: We made it to Tim Offensive’s house around 3p. We played soccer for a little while then I went to sleep.
I woke up a half hour before the show was to start. The first thing I did was grab a beer off of the tap.
Alessandro had been drinking whiskey. I’m not sure how much, but it was too much. By the time the Grabbies hit the basement floor (I’d say stage but there was none) Alessandro was out of his mind. The show consisted of Alessandro punching the audience and the audience giving him back twice the pain. The show was over but Alessandro was still in brawling mood. With the help of his band members and Roy, Alessandro was peeled off of the staircase that lead up to the house. Finally Roy carried him out on his shoulders and put him in the van. “The baby needs to go to sleep now”, said Davide.
I played for those who didn’t care if the keg was all tapped out. That’s right, the drunks had gone home and I was left with my kind (the weirdos, freaks, and geeks). It was a lot of fun. If the thumbs-up thumbs-down girl ends up reading this, please find me. I want to marry you.
We figured it was best to hit the road and not spend the night. As we headed to Chicago, IL, Alessandro puked in the van. We pulled over and tried to get him to puke outside the van but he was a mess. He layed there helpless and shouting “Fuck You, Fuck Off”.
GRABBIES NOTE#76 UMMM.I DON'T WANNA COMMENT THIS PART.THIS IS KINDA EMBARASSING..SHOULD I CUT IT OUT?
SEEMS LIKE I "MISSED" ONE OF THE BEST NIGHTS..AGAIN,FUCKING LOOSER.
DAVIDE EVEN ALMOST SCORED WITH SOME GIRL,THEN CHICKEN OUT "'COUSE OF HIS MARRIAGE" OR SHOULD I SAY GAYNESS?ANYWAS,AFTER WE LEFT THE PLACE HE DID PULL OUT HER JACKET FROM HIS BAG,..WITH 100 DOLLARS INCLUDED IN THE LEFT POCKET..OUR BEST BAND PAY SO FAR..a.
 May 9th, Day Nine: I went to the local laundry mat to wash the sleeping bags that were puked on. When I got back, Alessandro was awake. He clutched his ribs. They had been kicked by Tim Offensive the night before. “I don’t remember anything”, he said. I told him about how aggressive the show was. “That’s great!” he said enthusiasticly “FIGHTS.WHO CARES WHO WINS,THE IMPORTANT PART IT's TO FUCKING START”.
We received a wonderful home-cooked meal from our great host, and friend of the Deadbolt dorks, Stacey.
We headed to the Prodigal Son, a bar in Chi-Town. My set was standard (Later, Roy said that this was one of the worst nights of the tour) .
“This show is going to suck” said a tired and pain-riddled Alessandro. They played for five people (that’s one more person than I had played for).(bUT I FEEL LIKE IT WAS AN OK SET,FOR SOME REASON.a) Near the end of the set, Alessandro jumped off of the stage on an audience member. When the two met they hit the ground and Alessandro’s face met a chair. When he got back on stage he was wearing the “crimson mask”. Blood was leaking out of his forehead. They finished the last song. We packed up the van and most of us went back to Stacy’s . Roy and Stacey took Alessandro to the Hospital where he received stitches on his forehead and underneath his left eye.
They arrived back at the house around 2am. The partying continued until 5am. The neighbors knocked on the door more than once but we kept on dancing and playing records. At one point, while Roy was dancing, he passed out and smacked his head against some furniture. He was out for 10 or 15 seconds. When he came to, he got back up and continued partying.
Alessandro tried to go to sleep a few times but as soon as he would head to the couch something would get broken or a glass would get shattered. He stayed up to watch the chaos.
THE HOSPITAL: IT WAS RETARDED.
FIRST OF,ROY + STACEY TOOK ME THERE..AND WHILE I WAS GETTING MY FACE PUT BACK TOGHETER,THEY SPLIT TO GET SHITFACED AT SOME BAR..AND RIGHTFULLY SO..HAHA."WE WILL COME BACK IN 20 MINUTES" YEAH,RIGHT.THAT WAS A GREAT START.
OFF COURSE THE DOCTORS DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH ME..NO I.D,DRUNK,SUSPISCIOUSLY INTOXIXATED,FUCKING ITALIAN..BUT AFTER A WHILE AND LOTS OF BLOOD ON THEY'RE DESK-FLOOR-CARPET-PAPERWORKS-SHIRTS,THEY DID FIX ME.FUCKERS.I GAVE THEM A FAKE ITALIAN ADRESS AND NAME. AND I TOLD'EM THAT I WAS IN TOUR WITH MY BAND FROM MEMPHIS,A TOWN DOWN SOUTH,IN ITALY.AND THAT THE NAME OF MY BAND WAS ANTISEEN.HE.WHY?I HAVE NO IDEA.IT WORKED,TOU'.
THEN,DRUNKEN THAN EVER.MY FRIENDS PICKED ME UP.AND WE WENT STRAIGHT BACK TO THE BAR..THAN TO STACEY's PARTY HOUSE.
THANX STACEY,WE LOVE YOU.a.
 May 10th, Day Ten: When we woke up the next morning most of us were hungover. Broken glass was everywhere in the carpet of the front room. Jane got glass in her foot.
We reluctantly left Stacy’s pad (we certainly had fun and didn’t want to move). We got the worst Chicago Style deep dish pizza. It took forever to get our food.
Not realizing that we had lost an hour to the time zone we arrive in Detroit 2 ½ hours late. We did not play. Which was good. We all needed a rest.
I made a phone call to my girlfriend to find out that she was in the hospital. That made it hard for me to concentrate the last few days of the tour.WE DICIDED to play the last show in East Lansing, Michigan.
We stopped off at a hotel at 2am. We drank beer. Jane was pissed that I was smoking in the hotel room and slept in the van. We thought it was odd that she had a problem with that since she (and I) smoked pot in the van on a daily basis.
May 11th, Day Eleven: This was a good day for the last show. We played in another basement, at the home of Shawn Shit. Roy had worked it out so that Vilently Ill (Another one-man-band) was also playing that show.
I enjoyed his set. He was playing songs mostly off of his new 12”. That record is totally worth looking for and I suggest you grab one quickly because Andrew (Vilently Ill) told me that he only made 300 of them.
Andrew agreed to do a split 7” with me.
The Grabbies set was a great last set of the tour. Somehow the bass head, for the bass amp got knocked over mid-set. Tubes were busted. Beda was so drunk that he played three songs without realizing that no sound whatsoever was coming out of his amp.PEOPLE WERE DANCING AND SHIT WAS GETTING DESTROYED.GOOD SHOW!.
gRABBIES NOTE #9876 IT WAS COOL TO HUNG OUT AND GET FUCKED UP WITH MR.FITZ WHO DROVE HOURS FROM CHICAGO TO SEE THE BANDS AGAIN AND FUCK AROUND.WHAT AN ASSHOLE.NOW GO BUY THE FIRST 7" OF HIS NEW BAND THE WITHEOUTS,THAT JUST CAME OUT.GO!a.
May 12th, Day Twelve: We started our long trek home with Roy and I switching driving duties every time we needed to get gas. This day was pretty much filled with driving. Late at night we found ourselves in Nebraska. Every single inbred motherfucker gaves us long hard stares. We didn’t stay long.
May 13th, Day Thriteen: AFTER We stopped in Nevada for some gambling..WE KEPT DRIVING BACK.FAST AND FURIOUS.It was a little after mid-night when we got into San Francisco. Jane was dying to get out of the van. So much so, that she walked on top of who ever was in her way to get out of the van when we pulled up to her house.
Yes, it was over. Yes, we want to do it again.
SO YEAH,WE MADE IT BACK ALIVE AND ALMOST NOT TOTALLY INSANE.WELL SORT OF.
THE WRITING ABOUT THE LAST COUPLE DAYS IT'S PRETTY SHITTY BUT SO WAS ANY OF US,AT THIS POINT.SO FUCK OFF.
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