July 2, 2007 11:36 am
Backstory here, up to present.
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July 19, 2007 11:41 am
Home again, and thank God. Again I ask, WHY did I let CJ talk me
into that damned tour? I know why. Because she's my best friend,
sister, aunt to Arik, and the one person that's been there for me for
most of my life. Well, better than half anyway. Fuck I'm tired.
Still.
The bus got into LA late, like 4:30 AM when we were supposed to be
home by 11, and I just dropped everything in the entry hall,
staggered upstairs, and after taking a Halcion and unplugging the
phone, went unconscious for about 11 hours. I woke up, Arik still
wasn't home, so I texted him I was home, took a shower, ate some
sliced turkey and avocado, had a beer or three, then went back to
bed.
That brings us up to today. Arik is home, and by the time I rolled
out of bed, he'd cleaned up the kitchen COMPLETELY, and looks as if
he's been doing his laundry for a while now. I didn't venture into
his room. That is a place I don't care to venture into unless I am
pulling him out of a fire. Even then... I might hesitate. I'm not
saying my son is a slob.... Just that his housekeeping skills
definitely come from his father...
CJ is trying to set something up for a winter tour, and I told her
I was going to call in dead if she did. I guess she's found the drive
to bring this band back into the game again, even though she and I
are doing just fine with royalties, and investments we made back in
the 80's. Thank you Sony, and all you adorable gaming geeks out
there.
So, I'm going to go downstairs, unpack, wash and put away the tour
clothes and equipment, and go take the moto for a ride up the coast,
or down, depends on how I feel when I get there. Arik leaves for
college in a week. Where the fuck does time go? He's only going as
far as UCLA, but, still. Baby is leaving the nest. Sort of. Fuck.
It's going to be really lonely around here without him.
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Thursday, July 24th, 2008 11:46 am
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.
Current Mood: amused
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Sunday, July 27th, 2008 12:15 am
I
love my son.
Isn't he perfection? He emailed me this shot his girlfriend took
of him. He should model. I keep telling him that. He's too smart for
that though. Degree in Engineering first, then he can do that on the
side while he's working for NASA or something. God, I'm such a proud
Mom.
Current Mood: proud
Current Music: My Farts. I love bananas!
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Thursday, July 31st, 2008 10:57 am
Die! You scumsucking PIG!!
How DARE you treat me like that? NO ONE treats me like you did
last night and gets away with it!! I don't know what the fuck you
were thinking, or I guess, you WEREN'T thinking and that's why you
DIDN'T do what you said you were going to do. Fucker!! Fucking
asshole!! Don't come near me, or my band again, or I will have you
beaten to a pulp. But, since you or anyone won't be reading this, you
won't have any idea it's coming. Asshole. I hope your dick falls
OFF!
Current Mood: pissed off
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