Have I mentioned about how much Seal we've been listening to on tour?? Ok maybe we didn't listen to Seal A LOT per se. Maybe we actually just listened to Seal for like an hour. But metaphorically speaking I was listening to Seal the entire time you know what I'm saying?? The new shit is like what it sounds like waking up next to Heidi Klum in a California King not really too sure when the last time you viewed the balance on your checking account was. I would actually like to sound like that too but I've been sleeping next to Dan Burns and checked my balance 26 and a half minutes ago but who's counting.
Eric actually had some bigtime session recording thing to do in Philly so he could not play the last show of tour in Manhattan. It's hard to tell someone they should pass up 2 grand and drink well whiskey in the back of Lit Lounge instead. We dropped him off in the City of Brotherly Love which we surprisingly in and out of in like 10 minutes. Wow! And furthermore the commute from Philly to NYC is about 13 seconds so when we got there Dan bounced to Queens to bro down with his Queens people, Rodney went on a fruitless bus trip ticket mission in Midtown, and I walked 40 blocks with the Shaman not finding what I was looking for. Actually I'm not even sure what I was looking for. You always think your going to find some golden item or have an epiphany in NYC until you realize they have the same stuff in Providence except for a five thousand dollar sweat band on 5th avenue that you didn't need anyway.
Seen Brain pushing a mountain bike and Paul Sevigny from A.R.E walking down a side street and did not get to say word up in time. I did however see Erik Weapons who was bartending at Lit who in turn immediately dropped the Nick Bishop bomb. A.R.E Weapons loves Nick Bishop. Bishop runs into Matt every random time he is in NYC. I once threw a warehouse party with the weapons and Bishop in PVD it was some beautiful shit. I think they collab now with Alan Vega on some stuff but that might be old news actually.
As usual it is nearly impossible to fit all of your gear on Lit's stage and when you jump your head hit's the ceiling (and I'm 5'8 for the record). Mikelams filled in drums and it was like old times except more people onstage. The Press (the band) makes it out but misses the set. Did I mention they killed it when we played with them in Brooklyn? Carried gear up the SAW IV staircase and little Providence was on the horrizon. BOO. No I'm kidding. It was good to head back. I missed the puppy and the lady and I knew we had some menacing shit to write for the next record upon our arrival.
It was real. Good to meet so many amazing people and even better to see all the old ones.
Until next time my good doobies
TONIETONETONY
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