Via Las Vegas.
After watching the 'Lost' pilot for the first time, my fear of flying only continues to increase.
Believe me, it's plenty loud, plenty tight, plenty deep. I've been looking for a natural, distorted sound that is highly controlled and tight in the low end (I'm talking about amplifiers). This is the bomb! I finally got the sound I've been looking for. With enough wattage to power two full stacks...
Torche were thunderous without irony- I bought a record and a shirt. Then I walked onstage to perform my sappy love songs, trying to ignore the couple talking in front of me. Mogwai were in fantastic shape, bigger and better than ever, tearing the roof off. Phenomenal.
The cop had an affair with a Ukranian Dunkin' Donuts employee. I saw it going down and laughed my ass off. Then I met with my publicist and found new ways to throw money back and forth. Had a dream about ex-friends and how uninteresting they have become. Or maybe they always were and time has delivered the vital perspective.
Its tricky, when you swear to grow old with someone, when they move on. You trusted them with your dark side and your dark side pushed them away. Vows aren't made lightly, its difficult to adjust to the new parameters.
Tonight I drive to Louisville for the KY Derby. Monday it's off to Chicago to layout the artwork for the next record (and my last cigarette). Wednesday I go to New York to meet with my publicist and play a show with Mogwai. Gol-dang you'd think I was some kind of jet setter with all this bouncing around. Truth is, I'm a domesticated hermit.