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So’s your face…

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Current Mood:  calm

Man, I was so tired at work today.  I’ve had an action-packed week and have been falling behind on sleep.  Today, I had to be up at 6am for a class at work.  It was difficult to keep from dozing.  Tonight, I even stayed home and did laundry instead of seeing Loquat, and all because I’m just so beat!  One thing I should mention about today… I talked to this really nice guy from Phoenix.  He didn’t have to tell me he was from Phoenix though…. he was sporting the Arizona look, for serious.  That look is so distinctive… and it immediately tells the world where you’re from.  He might as well have been an Eskimo in a full parka and holding a harpoon.  “Like, I wonder where this guy’s from?”

A while back when we were in San Diego for a show, I remember being in a sex shop and seeing a bear flag sticker.  I should have gotten it to put on my guitar case.  If anyone runs across one, grab it for me, will ya?

Does anyone remember a drink called “Five Alive?”  It popped into my head for some reason the other day.  As I recall, it came in a blue carton with rainbow lettering.  Tasted like grapefruit juice I think.  When I was little, I think me ma kept it around the house for a while.

I’ve been listening to The Cars more lately.  Strange… you know, much like the Heathcliff theme song, The Cars’ “Drive” always makes me sad, but on some really fundamental level… not lyrically, and not in an adult way.  I remember it from hearing it when I was a kid and it made me sad then.  Now when I hear it, it’s depressing even though I don’t know if I’ve ever paid attention to the lyrics.  On a related note, you can add Elliot Easton to my list of unlikely guitarists I admire (alongside such other unlikely’s as Steve Stevens).  Easton is certainly worthy of his signature Gibson SG (left-handed for Colin… YAY!).  It is pretty neat as fas as SGs go — tiki and all — but expensive as awhellnaw.

TCB ended up on the radio as promised, but unfortunately there are no recordings of the show to share with you.  It was a great experience though.  I don’t think I’d ever been in a radio station before.  The first thing I noticed was that they have a fuck ton of CDs, which stands to reason.  DJ Jeff Shelton interviewed us for a bit.  We took some requests and played There Is A Light, Girlfriend In A Coma, Please Please Please, and I Won’t Share you all live acoustically.  It was nerve-wracking to be playing in a room with just a few people, but not knowing how many hundreds or more might be hearing it.  Jeff played a bunch of stuff from 80’s bands I’ve never even heard of.  At one point Nick and Jeff were talking about having a cover band called R.E.M. Speedwagon that would be a hybrid of the R.E.M. and R.E.O. sounds.  Which would be perfect to share a bill with my new project, the folk/funk hybrid “Garfunkadelic.”

Anyway, tomorrow night This Charming Band will be returning to The Blank Club.  William will be on hand to tend the basement for us.  A nice long set is planned.  I will be re-introducing Tiffany (one of my primaries in the old days) into the rotation.  The mysterious Miss Amy will likely be in attendance.  Now if we can just get Dori and Lydia to show up and binge drink Sparks for us, it’ll be 1/28/06 all over again!

I will leave you with this new TCB video from The House Of Blues a few weeks back.  And more importantly, I will see you tomorrow!

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4 Comments to “So’s your face…”

  1. Are you sure you really want a bear flag sticker? http://www.gayposters.com/beflst.html

    • Yes! Didn’t you know? I’m the world’s only straight bear!

      Also, that’s a static cling for windows… I have to get one I can adhere to a guitar case. But good find!

    • he only needs the bear flag sticker cause the one i drew (with my teeth, mind you) on his ass rubbed off. how exactly it rubbed off is my stomach’s secret!

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