The Nancy Drews: LIVE! at the Old Curtis Street Bar - 2100 Curtis, Denver - Saturday 4/29

welcome to paradise

one day at colorado rehearsal studios i went to drain the sea monster in between songs because we had been drinking beer. when i approached the urinal, i saw the above sign posted. "jimi" is the "landlord" (i.e. slumlord) of the colorado rehearsal studios. apparently some tenant had taken such a gargantuan shit that it clogged up the toilet. this was a bad thing to do because jimi actually lives in the building. jimi was mad, so jimi wrote the above note and posted it for all to see. i don't know what jimi did for a toilet while it was out, and quite frankly i don't want to know. however i DO know that even before this sign was posted, that would be the last place i'd take a dook.

martha, my dear you have always been my inspiration

got the first sunburn of the year yesterday and i look terrific. sometimes i wish i didn't dream so much, that i could just sleep and not have weird adventures in my subconcious. i mean, i am seriously a dreaming machine. it'd be a lot cooler if they were lucid so i could just do whatever i wanted. i remember my first lucid dream, i was at my friend limey's dad's house in richland, washington and we were driving around in my car when all of a sudden, for whatever reason, i realised i was in a dream and that none of it was real, so i tell limey this and he says something like "well let me out of the car so i don't die or anything" so i let him out and i just start ramming my car into houses and other cars because it didn't matter, none of it was real! i get out of my car (which at the time was an '83 honda accord - it was the balls) and i start to fly and it felt so awesome to be flying free through the clouds and that's when i woke up. waking up after a lucid dream sucks.

lying in beds of garlic and orchid

i know the colour is a bit askew but i think it gives a kind of nostalgic feel. that was where i sat at yesterday's game which is pretty damn sweet. everything was much closer than it looks in the pic. and what a tremendous day for a ballgame at coors field! man oh man i got a sweet farmer's tan on my knees and neck. it was my first ballgame with no beer since i was a kid watching ken griffey, jr. dominate the kingdome.

so yeah, it was quite the wonderful easter. an awesome service at city pres, baseball game on a beautiful day at coors field, and i guess that's about it, but that is plenty. i would've thrown in a new sopranos episode and performing at an open mic, but i'm just not that into the sopranos and i opted against doing the open mic. i wrote a new song over the weekend and i don't know if it'll ever see the outside of my room because it's the most personal thing i've written.

in other news, brahburns and his gf ariel will indeed be coming out at the end of this month to see the nancy drews rock the shit at the OCSB (saturday april 29) and i'm pretty pumped about that. does anyone know how to hyperlink a pic on blogger so that you just click on the link and a picture pops up? i can't figure that out because apparently i am a dumbass. so instead, pics of brahburns and ariel:

a paragon of virtue and hope

this month of sobriety is going surprisingly well. sure it's a little boring at times but in the end, i feel much better all the time, i'm saving some dough, i got my singing voice back. of course this means that i had to take up cigarettes again but i'm ok with that.

i've been reading the Ween show reviews on the ween forum and it sounds like they've basically been kicking everyone's asses since day one in Ft. Lauderdale. they opened with fucking Nan at the Tabernacle in georgia on monday which i'm kinda pissed i missed. hey that rhymed. anyway it'll be a much different experience seeing the Ween at red rocks rather than a small club, but cool nonetheless.

one fun thing about going out to bars with your friends and you're the only one not drinking is: it is quite the scene to watch people go from sober to drunk. the smiles become wider, laughs become guffaws, the overall volume in voices increases (exponentially when doing shots), jokes become more crass, eyes turn glassy, pool skillz diminish. also when you're sober people don't become more attractive after an hour and a half. it's really quite an anomoly.

so we're left here to wonder why the stuffed toys do not come out to play under the quite blue rays of the moon, and the answer lies not in perfecting the underbelly of the sickening sky but by knowing that the stars will never align as you desire.

kiwi sifts through all that's left of humanity gone awry

so here we are in lovely denver, colorado, where the bureau of tourism would have you believe that denver gets over 300 days of sunshine a year! but the national weather people say it's more like 255, and while i'm more inclined to agree with the people who aren't necessarily trying to sell people on visiting and/or moving to denver, i suppose it really depends on what your definition of a "sunny day" is. does it have to be the whole day, from dawn to dusk? a partial day? what if it is sunny for only a matter of minutes? while these haunting questions are racking your brain, rest assured, today is not one of those 300 (255) days.

fucking snow.

one of the problems with living at chuck's is that thursday night is reality tv night. granted, i don't have to watch. i could stay in my room and write songs, which i usually do anyway but then i come out to make dinner and sit down to eat and 'survivor' is on so inevitably i get sucked in, not just 'survivor' but also 'american inventor'. now 'american inventor' is apparently a simon cowell spinoff. i just learned this from chuck that simon cowell is a snide british 'judge' on 'american karaoke'. so of course these 'inventor judges' have to include another snide brit. well this motherfucker, let me tell you what he said. this old man comes in with his invention which is a toilet seat that sucks away bad odors in through a filtration system so you're left with no bad odors, instead of spraying stuff around that masks bad odors. this british fuck is like "well, i hoff to tell you, i've never had that problem. if i do staht to have that problem, i just change what i eat." what? you think your shit doesn't stink? the guy got voted out, but his invention was better for the people that enter the bathroom when you're done because believe me, your shit stinks just as much as mine. i mean where does that asshole get off?

tonight my resolve is really going to be tested because i'm going to hear dj luccy spin at 3 kings tavern tonight and i will more than likely want to get a beer, but i've got to stick to my plan and just not drink until april 29th when the Drews rock the shit at the Old Curtis Street Bar.

i hear they're doing wonderful things with club soda these days.

the Ween Forum Tribute Album (WFTA)

to listen/download mp3's of any or all of these songs, click here. notice the Nancy Drews made it on. twice! which is pretty sweet because there were more than 22 submissions. anyway, as the Beeze says, there is a lot of love on this album. imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and i'm very proud to be a part of this.

now going on the Ween Forum can sometimes be a bit dangerous/adventurous, especially at work, but the link i provided is safe. enjoy!

realize that path's not made of gold, don't disguise the nature of your soul

man sometimes, sometimes i just want to quit everything and start over fresh and i'm not meaning to sound too depressed but every once and a while my mind takes on this defeatist kind of attitude. i've never succumbed and actually taken any drastic measures, and i'm not talking about suicide but just quitting things like work or extracurricular activities. i try telling this to casey but of course he just started wigging out about the band and was like "what? are you going to quit, are you quitting the band, because let me know now before i buy anymore shit!" and i'm all "dude, i'm just trying to talk to you as a friend, i'm not quitting the band" and it really makes me miss my oldest, dearest friends who are so far away like limey, brahburns, and pez. well pez is coming back but i still won't see her as much. she would say that this little diatribe is further proof that i am indeed bi-polar and this is my depressive stage. i don't know, perhaps alcohol has something to do with it. this is my alcohol-free month so maybe i'm going through mental withdrawals or something. we'll see by the end of the week because my body should be detox'ed by then from monday's binge.

this weather is certainly helping things, although i think there's a chance of snow on friday.

give me that can of beans

i'm all tore up today because of yesterday's 12-hour bender. what can i say, it was Opening Day.