Weblog Lucia
Verfasst: Do Mär 02, 2006 9:19 pm
http://looshed.blogspot.com/
Funny to read!
This is her latest addition (2 March):
McCondoms
... are available in the local bar bathroom - one pound for a package of two, whiskey-flavored (i kid you not) and specially designed to burn before the gag. i have purchased a dozen for use as stocking stuffers, cocktail party fodder, and most importantly, as an anniversary gift to mr. ian anderson and his lovely wife. let's hope i don't get fired.
so, two shows in and still no snow. according to the local news, all of scotland is being blessed with the sticky white stuff, save for edinburgh, the castle-wacky city we're currently bouncing about in. the brits on the bus are pissed. proper snow is a rarity in england, and the promise of it has sent all members of this crew into a tizzy - but alas, no snow to be seen. and i've lost my gloves. sniffy sniff.
the best thing about touring outside of america is that wine is available and encouraged in catering all hours of the day. also, that breakfast consists of meat upon meat upon more meat - bacon, dripping in greasy goodness; sausages in all shapes and colors. i spend so much time surrounded by los angeles nutritionites that i often forget how good animal fat actually tastes, and i start thinking that veganism and other variations on starvation might really be the path to betterdom, and that being skinny is close to being godly. well, poop on that, and down with deprivation. bacon tastes good, and "everything in moderation" is the new black.
i am happy to report that all is well in this bubble of unreality. the shows are running (knock on wood) fairly smoothly, and everyone gets along. bus arguments never go beyond "team america" vs. "spinal tap" (parallel debate: southern comfort vs. jagermeister) and luckily, both parties can be accommodated without too much trouble. the audiences have been supportive (though i do miss the drunken screaming men of outdoor texas venues), and it's wonderful to watch a legendary band rock their homeland like it's 1974. these men are so inspiring, and it's truly an honor to be a guest in their world, full of fabulous music and dirty stories galore. (stories which, unfortunately, i couldn't tell you even if i wanted to. because then i'd have to kill you. but i will give you two tantalizing words: the penetrator.)
time for me to slather on the face-paint. from what i've been told, the saying "it's all about the music" is a lie - apparently, it's all about the eyeliner. and the codpiece.
Funny to read!
This is her latest addition (2 March):
McCondoms
... are available in the local bar bathroom - one pound for a package of two, whiskey-flavored (i kid you not) and specially designed to burn before the gag. i have purchased a dozen for use as stocking stuffers, cocktail party fodder, and most importantly, as an anniversary gift to mr. ian anderson and his lovely wife. let's hope i don't get fired.
so, two shows in and still no snow. according to the local news, all of scotland is being blessed with the sticky white stuff, save for edinburgh, the castle-wacky city we're currently bouncing about in. the brits on the bus are pissed. proper snow is a rarity in england, and the promise of it has sent all members of this crew into a tizzy - but alas, no snow to be seen. and i've lost my gloves. sniffy sniff.
the best thing about touring outside of america is that wine is available and encouraged in catering all hours of the day. also, that breakfast consists of meat upon meat upon more meat - bacon, dripping in greasy goodness; sausages in all shapes and colors. i spend so much time surrounded by los angeles nutritionites that i often forget how good animal fat actually tastes, and i start thinking that veganism and other variations on starvation might really be the path to betterdom, and that being skinny is close to being godly. well, poop on that, and down with deprivation. bacon tastes good, and "everything in moderation" is the new black.
i am happy to report that all is well in this bubble of unreality. the shows are running (knock on wood) fairly smoothly, and everyone gets along. bus arguments never go beyond "team america" vs. "spinal tap" (parallel debate: southern comfort vs. jagermeister) and luckily, both parties can be accommodated without too much trouble. the audiences have been supportive (though i do miss the drunken screaming men of outdoor texas venues), and it's wonderful to watch a legendary band rock their homeland like it's 1974. these men are so inspiring, and it's truly an honor to be a guest in their world, full of fabulous music and dirty stories galore. (stories which, unfortunately, i couldn't tell you even if i wanted to. because then i'd have to kill you. but i will give you two tantalizing words: the penetrator.)
time for me to slather on the face-paint. from what i've been told, the saying "it's all about the music" is a lie - apparently, it's all about the eyeliner. and the codpiece.