hi.
two shows at jones beach is so…civilized.
civilized in the sense that i get to sleep in my own bed and eat blueberry pancakes in the morning before heading out to the amphitheater.
in my opinion there are few things more civilized than sitting on the roof of ones apartment looking at clouds floating by the world trade towers while eating blueberry pancakes and reading in mojo about sly stone smoking pcp.
that was a convoluded sentence, huh. or is it ‘convoluted’? probably the latter. nucular. convoluded.
ok, so speaking of heading out to the amphitheater…
i guess it’s almost time for me to head out to the amphitheater.
two capacity shows at jones beach…30,000 people…blueberry pancakes…forgive me for bragging, it’s distasteful, i know.
and here’s the height of rock-n-roll touring debauchery…
we have a treadmill in our dressing room! isn’t that decadent?
the marquis de sade would be proud, i’m sure.
yesterday we made the treadmill go as fast as it could and then dropped things on it (cups, bananas, a bar stool) and watched them fly across the room.
i know, it doesn’t hold a candle to motley crue and led zeppelin having sex with 50 groupies a night, but it was still fun.
moby