What the hell...

What the hell... there are no rules anymore -
- these Set Lists!


Tried to be prepared...


.........

There are no words there are no words
No Spoken Word


Drove off in shell shock. Fucking gypsy caravan from hell, second show of the tour, straight on to Tampa....



-And the shock is still not over -


We thought we at least had a clue from the last night but only 4 (sorta 5) songs were repeated.


Full Moon - Crescent Shape - Premonition


????? Complete - disbelief - Don't. Move. Don't let anyone notice... still reeling as my fingers ACTUALLY wrap around it - trying to understand that I actually have one -just then - THAT song starts-


I Do Not Want This!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Lukas and Jen look over - do they see my hand?

Goddamn they go so hard on the middle fucking Glory of the Four Piece.


Everyone...just....stunned. Physical.


Full Moon as we leave the venue...

The set ends. They signal from several people down Rail the way to get out, we need to leave. We do.

I do. I can't make it through Jane’s still holding it. My hand is still shaking as I try to zip it into my bag with out anyone seeing, I have to walk back through the pit....

Rushing out - The others want to leave. We have to check out - we have a long drive. My hand is on my bag, stay silent little one....trying to be discrete, I'm not sure why. People keep stopping me to talk - the others want to leave, I know. We all run out, I'm trailing behind, Fee says "I hear another Tambourine," I say - "Sorry that’s my ass..." I guess in hindsight they thought I was kidding. So much was going on - so much was happening. I surely wasn't going to talk about it - for fear I would jinx it in retrospect. They couldn't talk either because we were rushing back to the car....


Finally on the road to Atlanta. Twenty minutes into the drive - Best Delayed Reaction to having Caught a Tambourine ever:

"Dude - that shit was SICK live they only even did it like twice on Self Destruct- And he threw MAD tambourines tonight,"

"Yeah but he kept throwing them in the same place to the middle-"

"Not mine,"

"What do you mean not yours?"

?

"Um, nothing... -Dude did you see!? Diva was going OFF!"

"I know right!"

Ten minutes later:

"Um, Yeah....OK, so....you know The Good Soldier Tambourine?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well...um, it's sitting in the back seat with me."

Silence.

confused - "What?"

"I have it. It's in my bag."

"What!?"

"Wait - you have it?"

"Yeah."

Silence.

Silence is then broken by the sound of Tambourine.

"CAROL!!!!"

"Why didn't you tell us!?"

"I thought you saw it when you looked over at me during I Do Not Want This!?"

"No we didn't see it why did you say something!?!"

"I donor, I was trying to be discrete."

"CAROL!"

....i know....I don't get me either.

I took an hour-long catnap. I took over driving for the last 3 or 4 hours. What’s time when Stevie Nicks is on the CD player and the Tambourine is at my side and Miss J on the other so we can gossip and I stay awake somehow.

I got to sleep for the first and last time that weekend on a bed. Sure it was less then an hour, but, one doesn't really require sleep on tour.

No sleep so long as there’s Starbucks. Those Johns.


Everyone almost together...We love Street Sweeper Social Club.


More insane sets-


-And then Saul comes out! AMAZING.


Finally emotionally ready to take on Jane’s after such an Assault. And of course they kick like nobody's business.


Plane ride home... What just happened?

Wave Goodbye - LOLZ

I was recently received a few messages from a few acquaintances who will remain anonymous. I was informed of some odd behavior surrounding this Blog and a handful of people who have evidently spent a little too much time digesting it and discussing it elsewhere.

I find that a little creepy.

Now I’m going to be swamped with work for the next few weeks so this will likely be my last post. However, I will obviously be wanting to post about certain events by the end of the month – at which point, this Blog will be private. Those of you whom I know will be added.

61 pages left....

I was just that old
That August dark, dark day
Swear that you never saw her face
Swear that you never heard her say

No spoken word
No small command
What was it she wanted
They say she had everything

No spoken word
No small command
What was it she wanted
They say she had everything

What shall I do
What shall I say
Should I say
Who...all the things
That I'd like to say to you

No spoken word
No small command
What was it she wanted
They say she had everyting
(Let's make a deal here)

Ooh, for one night
Well baby, you fill the night with the
Wind and the rain and the water

Oh, for one night
Well, just for one night
You know that...well that...
Disasterous sound
Now it will make me wiser
He says, and it will make you look
She says, look out...
I don't know how to learn
From the pages of a book

Well I either say too much, or I...
I don't say enough
Well I play too hard
Still I'm not tough enough
What was it she wanted
They say she had everything

No spoken word
No small command
What was it she wanted
They said she had everything

Ooh...come around tonight indecent
Well...
Ah, ha...come around
Tonight, indecent...baby well,
You fill the room
With the rain and the wind and the water

If you tell me,
One more time
Oh baby, take it easy
Well, you won't see me ever again

Some people walk down that darkened street
With the faith of a child
And so go the faithless
But after awhile, she says...

No spoken word
(Let's make a deal here)
No small command
What was it she wanted
They said she had everything
(ooh, I don't want to know about it...)

Gold and Braid

Dude – this is like the best day ever!

So I finally worked up the nerve to bleach out my hair thanks to the Divine Aid of the Lovely Catalina! I’d been getting my hair done professionally for years – and for the latter half of those years, no matter who I went to – they always f’d it up – royally.

I mean, really – how hard is it do put one freegin Purple Streak in someone’s hair!? I’d bring in pics to show them – and no matter what they do that dumb tired goth kid thing where its like – oh we’ll do ALL of your bangs – or then they start getting all creative with it…. Creative being f’d up! LOLZ Or then the worst – it’s not purple it’s burgundy!


Now, all that said, I’ve always been afraid to do it myself – but seeing as I’m always been so weird about it, it was time for me to be a big girl. So today I finally worked up the nerve to do it myself – and since I looked so ridiculous in the process – I took pics and thought I’d share.


Yay! Finally – it’s a normal streak! I’ll put the purple in later – I spent too much time obsessing over my for one day – back to work in a minute.


Speaking of which – it’s such an awesome time for that too. I shouldn’t speak too soon, but I can’t hold back much longer. I am – almost – finished with The First Draft. I can’t believe it…And look here I am blogging – I have to go back now and write about Celestial, and Angel and the Gang. I’m SO EXCITED!!!! I’ll post more pics soon.

Thanx again Cat! With out you – I couldn’t have gotten my hair back to the way it was when I loved it! I love you babe and I hope we can shake it together again soon! AHHHH!!!!