hey,
we’re at shoreline now (which is near san jose and sort of near san francisco). and there are lovely pine trees by our dressing room and i just saw a hummingbird and my head kind of hurts and the air smells nice.
and i need new adjectives. ‘lovely’? ‘nice’?
why do insults involving the word ‘wit’ always make me laugh?
‘halfwit’
‘fuckwit’
‘dimwit’
non-stop comedy.
and i think that i will take asianlonghornbeetles advice and incorporate some genuine mime-work into the show. maybe between ‘natural blues’ and ‘south side’ i’ll do some classic mime routines, like ‘walking into the wind’ or ‘invisible tennis’. or maybe even the ‘give the girl in the park an invisible flower and then get your heart broken and then fall in love’.
that’s the big kahuna of mime, huh. as billy crystal says in ‘spinal tap’, ‘chop chop, mime is money’.
i just drank some stale carrot juice made from stale carrots.
that was pretty great.
nothing like stale carrot juice to start ones day, huh.
later today cbs are going to be filming my ‘downtime’. that should be pretty exciting. me sitting in my dressing room just being the dim/fuck/half-wit that i happen to be.
ok, bye for now.
moby