so last night as we were getting ready to perform at the tabernacle in atlanta daron was drinking miso broth, laura was doing yogic stretches, and i was reading the economist.
damn. we are such abjectly pathetic excuses for rock stars.
i need to hire a rock-star consultant. i’ve talked about this before, i know. but every now and then i’ll ask myself, ‘wwtcd’? ‘what would the crue do?'(not to be blasphemous, of course). backstage in a concert venue. getting ready to play a big concert. and where are the groupies? where are the lines of cocaine? where are the gallon jugs of jack daniels?
miso soup? yogic stretches? the economist?
shouldn’t i be reading ‘juggs’ or ‘barely legal’?
if anyone knows of any good rock-star consultants please let me know.
we need help.
-moby
