The Road, She Is Like a Lady; Sometimes She Is HOT; Sometimes She Is SO COLD.

September 13, 2005

Yeah, Yeah, I know I’ve been remiss in blogging. Shit is hectic out here on the road. And it’s a bitch to seek out Wi-Fi. Oy.

Man, I’ve been having fun out here. I love my band. Love ‘em. We get better every gig; by the time we play the New York Webster Hall show in October, we will kill people.
The bus life is fun, as well; sleeping in a little cubby, waking up as we’re driving to the next city. Pete making coffee in the front lounge. XM has a channel that’s all throwback hiphop music–Heavy D! Showbiz and AZ! Jeru the Damaja! And there’s a DVD player; I just saw The Big Lebowski for the first time ever in my whole entire life last night, can you believe that?
(The Dought abides. Sorry, been dying to type that)
The great luxury of it is that if one has a radio appearance (and oh man do I have a lot of ‘em), rather than waking up at 7 and getting in a van and sort out some caffeine and then drive to make it by 9:30 am so Cee-Huck can set up the instruments and we can play at 10, the bus rolls up to the place and we wake up and walk right in there with coffee in hand. It’s unbelievable.
These pixx are from the Burlington UVM gig; it’s an art car that was parked out by the bus. Some horrible girl came up to me and started telling me how she didn’t like how Haughty Melodic was produced, and therefore I made a mistake and she has great ideas about how to make my music better and hence to promote World Peace. I told her she was rude and got the hell out of there. I don’t know if the car’s owner meant for strangers to come up and shift the tiles around, but these are poetic fragments that Scrap and I came up with.