i’m such a pig.
as i’m writing this my mouth is stuffed with the last huge bite of a real food daily rfd burger. it’s a tempeh/etc burger and it kicks my ass every single time i get it.
sauteed onions, homemade ketchup. damn. but i’m a pig.
and tomorrow david bowie and i are going to do our tribute to the pixies, by playing ‘cactus’ on the tonite show.
and then our in-store.
and then our area2 party.
and then area2 in l.a (well, irvine).
and then san francisco (well, san jose).
and then a san francisco area2 party.
and then seattle (well, the gorge, the most beautiful venue in the world. even if you hated every single performer on area2 you should still go to the gorge, it’s stunning.)
and then area2 ends and i resume my tour with dirty vegas and azure ray.
but enough about me…how was your weekend?
and did i happen to mention that i’m a pig? a post-modern pig, a mouth stuffed with a tempeh burger to be washed down with a big swig of mega-antioxidant juice.
a post-modern pig, but a pig nonetheless.
and i just got back from loveline, which i always enjoy. and where a balance between the sacred and the profane was hopefully achieved. and now from out of the night i can hear the lapd saying over a megaphone ‘step away from the car!’ or something.
i feel like i’m in an episode of cops.
-moby