During a set break at our show on Saturday a
couple of our band members were standing out front of the bar and some
dude driving by yelled "Fag!" at them. Then not more than 2 minutes
later as we're strapping on our instruments for the next set, a girl who
was walking out with her boyfriend turned to us and said "You guys
suck!" All we could do was laugh and play even harder. With still
more conviction and an even bigger chip on our collective shoulder. And
maybe somewhere in the back of our minds feel a twinge of self-doubt
&/or anger. But nevermind all that. During the next set break
some dude who had extremely bad breath and claimed to be the original
bass player for MGMT came up to the stage and started giving our bass
player tips on how to play. I found him later and got in his face a bit,
asking what he does now. He said his life is miserable and that he made
many wrong choices and now he works on video games for kindergartners.
He also said that he thought there were a couple of elements of the band
that were really great and there were some others that were "take it or
leave it." Fuck that guy and his miserable life and his stank ass
breath. It's not the easiest thing in the world to drive to a
different city, set up a PA from scratch and play original music for 4
hours, laying your heart down on the line. You leave yourself
vulnerable. But it can be very rewarding. It's my favorite thing to do really.
Anyway, we kind of just laughed all of that stuff off, but there was
still that literal and proverbial bad taste in our mouths. Our
keyboard player, Jonny, said it best, "I'd much rather actually be gay
or really suck, than be the person who yells those things at people."
And of course I'd much rather be gay than actually suck. Ok, who are we
fooling. I am gay! But I am not some kinda spiritual zen kinda dude.
I am patient and try to be loving while at the same time somewhat
living in the real world. But that kind of negativity can affect you a bit, regardless.
After the bar closed we took our first load of gear out to The Van only
to find that someone had drawn an enormous cock on the back window. We had a good hearty laugh over it. It was the icing on the cake at the end of a rough night.
But oh yeah, then I had to still drive home. And as we went, I watched
the big white moon, so close almost as if it were dangling, like the
light of a chandelier, over the swirling waves of the Pacific Ocean. I
had to stop on the PCH 3 times just to take in the view and hear the
waves relentlessly and violently smashing on the sand. And there was so
much peace in that.
Friday March 20th Basement Tavern from 9pm-close
2640 Main St. Santa Monica, CA 90405
Saturday March 22nd The Tavern, 211 E Santa Clara St.Ventura, CA93006 8-close. Free!
Ol' Bessie, The Van, my girl.
I just got her out of the shop. So I took her out tonight. I ran her through her paces. She did good. She did real good.
We went out, just me & her. Up through the Sepulveda Pass to the
101 North. Lilted and lurched through a bit of traffic. Then smooth
sailing. I wanted to really test her out. Get her ready for the boys
this weekend through to the busier Summer travel months.
So I took her up in to the canyons and hills of Malibu. We were flyin'. She was ridin' smooth as ever. Like a dream.
Up Kanan Road. Riding like the wind.
& not even until we're on the way down does the same warning light
turn on that's been coming on for 4 months on & off through
countless phone calls, trips to the mechanic and thousands of dollars
later. I turn the music off.
And I smell the heat coming off her. Real bad.
So I put her in neutral the rest of the way down the hill.
Headed South on PCH goin' 35MPH. 20 below the limit. Cops, Ferrari's & drunks passing by with no bother.
Even though she was running real hot, I pushed to her limit out to our
old favorite spot right on the beach there in Malibu. I could hear the
I had a couple tacos stowed away in case we got stuck. So I cozied up inside her and we had a little picnic.
And finally I look up and I see the most surreal enormous gorgeous moon
just barely rising up over the city and dancing intricate choreography
on the ocean. Glowing a big luscious orange until settling on a sublime
yellow. And we enjoy our tacos, me & Ol' Bess. Relishing the moment.
She's cooled down by now so I drive us straight to the
mechanic & leave 'em a note to take good care of her. And lemme know
if we can salvage her.
As I'm waiting at the mechanic for the cab to come, a bum on her bike is riding in circles around us. She asks me if I have any money. And I said no.
And then she asked if I was in that movie. And I said what movie. Then I
looked down the street and saw there was a big movie filming. And I
said no. But she didn't believe me. And she said what's your name? And I
said paul. And she said paul what? And I said Paul Iamnotfamous. And
she laughed and said I like that Paul. It's nice to meet you. And I said
nice to meet you too, what's your name. And she said Delicious--
Delicious Iwish. And we stood there and laughed and we bumped fists. And
then she rode her bike around in more circles. I hugged ole Bessie girl
I once knew and am hoping for the best for her tomorrow. Ol' Bessie,
Delicious Iwish and all of us. Love, Paul Iamnotfamous