The Fall Tour begins.

So, yet again, CJ has pulled off a coup, or rather a hustle in her case, and gotten us added to a tour that not only features has-beens like us from the 80's, but some new blood as well. Yeah, I am bitching as per usual about going out, and doing this, but honestly, I think it's a good way to get me out of the house and keep me from shopping myself poor to curb the boredom, (and loneliness) with Arik at school.

He insisted on staying in the dorms, so, what could I do? I gotta let him grow, and spread his wings, and so on. He calls me all the time, and so far I haven't rushed over there like some mad mother hen to tuck him in, and check on him. OK, I DID drive by the campus ONCE, but I was on my way somewhere nearby. Really.

Back to the Tour... There are like ten bands on this tour, so we are doing mostly weekend dates in amphitheaters. I hate amphitheaters. I hated going to shows at them, and I hate playing to them. The seating setup up is more suited for bands that like a polite sit-down audience, and not the rowdy, mosh and fight sort we like to get going. Is my age showing again? Probably. OH! Speaking of AGED....

Do you remember this guy? Frankie Montrose? He was, or is, again, the bass player for White Trash Carnival? Ten years older than me, and the rest of BW, rowdy, drunken, tattoo'd mutherfucking enemy to virtue and police departments everywhere? Yeah, well, this is an OLD picture of him, from back in the day when I met him at Gazzari's one night, (andbangedhiminoneofthestallsinthegirlsbathroom) and damn doesn't he look nice and cute, and smexy as they say? This was back then. You should see what him and the rest of his band look like. Jesus Christ. Try to picture this if you can: Satan with makeup, really bad make-up. And wrinkles, and a tan, and about 12,876 MORE tattoos, to the point where I am sure every inch of his gnarly skin is inked, and he's got this THING growing on his chin. Now most I've seen are called a "flavor saver" or a "landing strip", or "pussy velcro" or, whatever... His looks like a furry black widow's hourglass that climbed out of his mouth and is living on his chin. It's gross.

Now, add to that, the torn, and drawn, written on, and shredded Post Nuclear Holocaust stage clothing, and these gargantuan boots that have soles that must be two inches thick, and there you have Frankie Montrose, new millennium style. It's quite a look. *ahem*. He must have found out last night that we'd been added to the tour, because today, after our set, and before his set time, he sprang himself on us in our dressing room, and scared the life out of all of us.

"I remember YOU guys!!!!" he shouted in a deep voice and pointed at each and every one of us. CJ yelled something appropriately obscene to chase him off, which didn't work, because he's like a full foot or more taller than she is in them boots. He leered at all of us, then made that, "draw the finger like a knife across the throat" motion at us, and left the room with a slam of the door, and a demonic chuckle you could hear all the way down the hall.

I think he looks batshit crazy, and now I am wondering if bringing him back not once, but TWICE from the Dead Land of Overdose was such a good idea. I think a LOT of his brain got left behind there in the Ozone.