Wednesday, April 15, 2009

What would Cormac McCarthy Do? or "Booty is Booty"

holy shit man, we have been going so hard for the last few days.  Hahaha.  Once again back on the roller coaster.  How to recap all the things going on in my gordon?  Ill start off by recanting a bit of the Golden Gods Revolver Awards in LA.  Got to see a bunch of dudes, hang with a ton of dudes, meet a ton of dudes, and imbibe a good amount of spirits.  Megadeth ripped 3 jams at the end, Peace Sells, Sweating Bullets, and Holy Wars!!  Fucking killed it.  Ol Pete Macy from Early Man hung with us all week.  Bummers that they had to bail on the tour, but i hope Mike feels better and his arm and back heal up well.  Pete had a cutey lil friend who looked like Parker Posey with him.  She said, "I hope they play Holy Wars", and ill be damned if they didnt rip right into it.  Color me impressed.  Not sure if ive ever even had a girlfriend who wouldve been able to name a Megadeth song, much less magically make them play songs at the whisper from her lips.
Hung w/ Lemmy for a bit, met Dave Lombardo (who was stoked on VT- made me blush), and basically had a few other lil bits of funniness go down that i'm not really at liberty to discuss here on the world wide web.  But, don't feel left out, Video of the night coming soon.  Should be worth the watch.
ok, moving on, we just jammed a few nights with Turbonegro and Kandi Coded.  Super awesome to hang w/ Jaime and Johnny and Jack again.  And good to see Knut back out, and Happy Tom and the whole crew.  The shows went off.  Thanx Portland and Seattle.
All day today we drove in and out of the snow... thru the mountains.  It was amazing.  Passed by the 45th Parallel.  That's halfway betwixt the equator and the north pole!  And it was snowing and sunny @ the same time!  I felt like i was in the fucking twilight zone.  Then later on tonight, after we got a hotel in Baker City, Oregon... I was hanging out here, walking across the parking lots to get to some food, and the wind was just blowing SO hard, and SOO cold across the plains, and I was thinking to myself, what the fuck would it have been like to be a cowboy out in the plains.  I mean, granted, this is a bit high up for them, but I mean, the Oregon Trail went thru here, so.... Someone experienced this shit way back when.  I was just thinking how it would be if we had no motel/hotel or whatever to stop at.  Because there isn't shit out here really.  Its one of those, get the fuck outta town kinda towns.  18 or life, know what i'm sayin?  But, actually, itd be a lot worse if it was like 1820.  I mean, you'd have to build a fire to stay alive.  Every day, youd have to work on that goddamn fire.  Or build another, or if you were being chased by the law or outlaws, or natives, or a posse... you'd have to hide and try not to be spotted while not freezing to death.  I mean its bone chilling/stop you in your tracks cold.  And there is nothing and i mean NOTHING for miles upon miles upon miles.  Trying to think about how much you'd be able to take before you just gave up.  If you haven't read it, you should all pass around a copy of Blood Meridian by cormac mccarthy.  its a fucking wonderful book.  Anyway.  Its really overwhelming if you stop and think and freeze out there for a few minutes.  It makes me know that even though i feel like im try to be prepared for anything, I must remember that anything means ANYTHING.  shit can and will get crazy.  shit IS crazy.  Some of these places are disappear forever scary.
last but not least... here's a band ol guarden thorr sent me a link to... Billy Thorpe and the Aztecs.  Badass ol Aussies.  Give this thing a good long listen when you have time.
alahoyus to yall,
oh yeah, ps:  How awesome is that new burger king commercial w/ Spongebob and Sir Mixalot???  I like square butts!!  "Booty is Booty."

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