14/04/04

There is nothing noble about being superior to some other man. The true nobility is in being superior to your previous self.
-Hindustani proverb.

Touch Me.Im Sick.
-Mudhoney.

Lend me your ears and allow me to tell you age old tales of betrayal. What you see is what you get with me. Don’t play if you are gonna fuck around. I can only speak for myself but I, as I am sure quite a few of your fine selves, don’t have time to play “He said, she said….” Why ? Cause I, plain and simple just don’t give a shit. One strike? Your out. Nothing that you didn’t know so quit pissing and moaning and fuck off.

Blood calls…get back to your diluted strain and leave Me alone.
I was never one of your kind and I knew it from the start and even if I wanted to forget you never failed to remind me. This is your dessert. Bon appetite.
Eat it.

I can take alot….But push me too far?
I can hate you this much cause once upon a time you were my brother in arms.
Wipe that…I will save it for my dark hours…I give you my pity.

Don’t risk it. Not with me. You are the FNG. I don’t even wanna know your name….I can handle it. I kill and resurrect myself daily .Why damn! If I aint your garden variety Jesus H Christ of rock and roll with a cunt! [ Heavy on the sarcasm there my darlin’ sikfuks….] You are made of finer things. Weaker things. Civilian. Walk……….

You broke it…Tough shit.
Feel the lack,
Feel the lack of me ’cause I don’t look back unless that is where I am planing on goin’ and I aint…

Have woken up far too early for my liking so I am gonna sit here and type a bunch of cack handed drivel to the strains of the Shine. [ “Pure Dynamite” fact fiends….] I thought that we were jamming early and I was trying to get a gold star by being ready to roll….so here I am a dressed up, no place to go… but alas no…A bonus lurks though…We have got what I like to call “The Metallica suite” at Sound level. This room is fuckin’ Massive and I always feel like there should be a film crew and a towel roadie lurking round the corner….As Aerosmith would croon to my abused ears….”Dream On”…..

If I ever get my hands on the little dude who takes a dump in your mouth while you attempt to sleep through the day while the council mow the nature strip outside ones bedroom [ Grrrrrr!] I am gonna kill the little cunt!

Well! Tonite is the nite that we run the new stuff..[ “Remember the words Madden!…The WORDS!”]
Mikey just walked into the room muttering “Volvo,1976….” Said it before,say it again “Drummers….”
I cant wait to play…….

Thank ya’ll so much for all the profiles that you have been sending in!!!! Blew a load when I saw em’! Thought that I was gonna hafta dig Miss Shelia out from under the fast growing pile…and thank you Mr NYC….snigger. So, We have almost hit 100! Proud like your momma!

Sooooo….There will be a 1000 pristine copies of “Detestimony” invading the shores of Canada and North America real soon.Phew! Nothing happens, then bang! All over your shit like a rash… Gimme more! I would go on the road with a syphilitic tone deaf one legged triangle playing monkey at this point as the support act to get out of here right now…..but by fuck I am gonna miss ya’ll….but I didn’t hafta tell you that. You should know by now.

I am putting myself in a quasi-rank mood listening to QOTSA….cant believe that its all over….bummer in the summer. Glad that I was there before the shit hit the fan….. Got one of the old Bones Brigade videos on as well. Jesus! Tony H looks soooooo young. I will always fly the flag for Sir Tony Alva myself…sigh…my fave afro on 4 wheels.

Soundtrack “Dust’n’bones” Gunners.
Cool.

Tomorrow nite is gonna rock and the Support bands are solid action so get there early….Now got “Roadblock” By Pod People kickin’ my ass! They are at The Bat and Ball on the 23rd so be there is you like it loud and stoned. The spawn of Sabbath to be sure.

Gonna go and keep the sofa company for a while…..
SF4L.
Michele

Later,
14/4/04. 2;45 in the morning…..

Great and good are seldom the same.
-Thomas Fuller MD [1732]

Yeah,
Ive been hurt,
And I dont care….
-Iggy Pop.

I know that I am not going to sleep. I would give anything but I guess that this is just the way that it goes. I am feeling compelled to write. About what? Well, that we shall see.It was great you know….Big room Big sound,over tired drummer,video camera,new songs…..its all good.

So here I am home and hosed with my addled brain doing the minute mile. It is so difficult for Me to come down after being exposed to that much electricity. It twists me ugly. It is my one abiding and true love. I could not have picked a cruler mistress if I had tried.I sang so hard tonite that I felt my spial fluid drop right down the back of my neck…better than sex…better than anything I have ever known….

It is the only time I feel close to any kind of grace,any kind of beauty….so ugly that it becomes stunning?

That is why I do what I do. I dont think you really get a choice when it comes to things as raw as this.Wanker as I may be and it would not be the 1st time that I have been given the once over with that brush…. to my spatic self I am hanging with the Jimmy Morrison camp of shamanship on this one…There are whole Blocks of shows that I cant remember let alone describe and somthing tells me that that is exactly the way that it is ment to be.

It is not about standing there and looking the part…live it!!!!!.Christ! Ive got a head like a dropped pie! Fuck pretty! What ever you do? What ever you pick or as the case may be picks you ,do with it what you will with every folicle and fibre of your damaged being. We get so numb so easily. We are beaten down daily by airbrushed medioricty….I want sweat!
I want blood damn it!
I want no perfection so glairing that it becomes holy in its own right!

So stick THAT in your pipe and smoke it!

Why be this way? Why set myself up as a moving target? Why? Why the fuck not! as a wise man once burped over a schooner of New more likely than not….

My mother in all of her infinate wisdom once said “Pick somthing that you are good at and stick with it”

My forte seems to be A-1 shitstiring. Loudly.

Give it a few years and people will be kissing our trailblazing asses and it will be then with great aplomb and crystal clear dictaion that I shall tell them,ever so elequintly,mind, to, and I quote ” Eat the peanuts out of my shit.”

The guy at the fruit shop told me today that not only are the grapes really good but that it is better to be alone than in bad company [Although I think that Paul Rodgers may disagree….] I live near one fucking cool fruit shop. And he is right. Most of us have enough monkeys of our own.Why take on anyone elses.I skipped the grapes though…broke again.

I told Rossco that I was going up the river to find Kurtz after the Canada run.[ “The Horror! The Horror!” ]..well, surfing in Mexico to tell the truth.I am not as dumb as I look…I said it over the phone so he couldnt kick my ass….sigh…I guess that that will be filed in the “Later” folder of dreams. Hell even a week…..I would love to disapear…..Me, a couple of Irish wolfhounds [” Hanoi! Siagon! Here! ] a killer sound system and a big old Ford truck.
Hopefully the only people who would miss me would be due to their crappy markmanship and as little sentiment as possible.

All prefomers are raging twats. Ok. I will just speak for myself here as most would not admit it. I crave total alienation yet seem to want the whole world to watch. Why dont I just go and tilt at a fucking windmill while I am at it.

Jesus!….I mean re-ally.

To change the subject totally as you know by now I am quite prone to doing I fully recomend that you get into Frederic Chopin. [ 1810-1849] Nocturne in C-sharp minor is akin to complete bliss. The aural equivelent of being asked to join up with Ozzfest…well… for me anyway…..Serious beauty. Blinding.I find myself with my head thrown back,tendons creaking at the sheer power of it all. Try it sometime and you tell me.

Ok back to the total twat thing. You would not belive the way that musos conduct themselves in rehursal spaces…admittedly 999.9% of us are completely socially retarded but honestly…I wonder if some of these idiots were brought up or thrown up? Strutting round like they are back stage at a solo sold out show at Cobo Hall. Sheesh! Get a grip! You are in a cover band! You sing “Louie Louie” at sweet 16 parties…erm? ….Ground control to Majour Tom?….Awww! Forget it! Not that all of the last bit is bad mind [Ya gotta hear Iggy doin’ ‘Louie,Louie / Hang on sloopy” live…you will blow a load….fuckin’ perfection!] and I myself have had a hankering to start a Lynard Skynard cover band for many moons now….what I am trying to long windedly [ is that even a word???] get at here is pull your head out off your asses.

Ahhhh….I feel better after getting that off my chest.

The shit I get up to to avoid the abortion that is my dreads…..Unlike Jay from the mighty Flesh Mecanic…my locks are of the more feral vareity….a train crash of folicle disaster.The Hindenburg of hair…..

Just Got word from Larry M, my most fave guitar Tech that Incubus are now making their way through Germany and that he is going out for Mexican after the show tonite. That man could find a burrito on The plains of the Sarringetti, I shit you not. Finally got word from Gooch out in the dessert as well…Miss ya bro. Have a Dixie with Gil at Daisys for me OK? I need all the Nola vibe that I can get right now.

Gimme a sec…CD change and I am trying to keep it lo-fi so I get some sleep sometime soon…erm….so I guess that “Roots” is outta the question right?

Ok , Fuck it…The Melvins it is then.

I gotta tell ya’ll about my shorts. I totally grossed out the other 3 over sensitive members of my band by informing them that I had not washed my blue cammos since BDO.3 months for those who have a hard time with numbers. I was not wearing them at the time or else Ross wouldnt have let me in the van again. I feel that we went thru alot together, those shorts and I…it fair brings a tear to the eye… and that I now have to respect them as an independant life force with a personality of their own. And not wear them as they fucking reak but that is beside the point. They took me out for sushi last week. It was lovely. I wore them while swooning over Metallica for gods sake!!!! There is rock intwined in their very fibers!!!!…it would be criminal to wash them.All that rock magic so callusly rinced away into the sewers of Sydney! Punishable by death that should be!Writing while knackered should be as well…color me dead!

The rest of the band get a bit iffy and wont let me tour if I dont clean up my act…Big Girls blouses!

Ho-hum…Thats why incence,impulse and baby wipes were invented.Duh. Be a bit different if I had a bunch of slaves to bathe me and shit. Our bathroom at Chez Rock is a fucking disaster….almost fell out of the window that is so brillantly placed IN the shower. A very un-rock death to be sure. Unless I choked on a ham sandwhich on the way down or somthing. I am the biggest bloke in my band.Not that ya couldnt work that out already……

Raised by wolves remember?

Ask Ash about his new shit story if you run into him…Pure class…He is most happy to retell it constantly [3 times tonite] so you wont be putting him out…I starting laughing in the middle of “Faust” just thinking about it. Only Mannining would know someone who had crapped on livestock….

Gotta go to the bathroom ….the Melvins low end do me in every time.I am gonna sign out now and try and get some sleep.
Ha-de-Ha.
Later
SF4L
Michele.