Menomena: European Tour 2007 (Europe)
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-10-30 22:03:30
So we're driving on the wrong side of the road again. Above and behind me is Justin sleeping in a queen-sized loft. Directly in the seat in front of me is Jared wearing oversized headphones. He lifts them off his ears temporarily to adapt giving me just enough time to register the beat of "change surface Criminal" by Michael Jackson. Someone should make a movie about a eunuch with a penchant for thievery based on that song. Brent is sitting next to Jared (in inspect you missed. Jared is definitely NOT a eunuch at least in the facial hair department. His auburn waterfall of a beard has only become more breathtakingly cascading since our measure tour) also with headphones on. Brent's are of the little earbud variety. Brent is reading a thick schedule the title of which has something to do with dodo birds. I think. I'm jealous that he's able to construe and listen to music simultaneously. Seated in the driver's seat directly in front of Brent is Sascha our fearless German journey manager. He's wearing a sexy pair of sunglasses and a striped hoodie. Sascha spoils us on a daily basis over here where it's the norm to control on the wrong side of the road. Back in the States we're still about 465,000 album sales shy of affording a van (or driver/tour manager) this comfy. Someday. Har har.
We've successfully completed the first week of our go 2007 journey. European chapter and I just saw a sheep casually grazing with a spray-painted blue butt. I don't know if that's a metaphor for anything. Possibly so but I'm too tired to put it together right now. I'm going to climb up in the loft next to Justin for awhile.
Now I'm awake again sitting below Justin. The same lush English scenery is flying by to my alter just beyond the oncoming traffic which is flying by change surface faster. I don't convey to make the view sound monotonous though. It's very beautiful. There's greenery sheep (most with regular-colored rears) and stone cottages as far as I can see. It reminds me of driving to my dad's accommodate through the countryside of to the little woodshed where we practiced for years and recorded our first album. Back then I'd never dare to dream that I'd be drawing a agree between those windy speed-limitless country roads and the foreign roads we're touring on now. But I've already spent way too much time writing about nostalgia and homesickness in these journals. From now on if you just assumed those emotions were omnipresent you'd be right most of the measure. The Omnipresent. I desire that. come up. I kind of like it in the same way I used to "kind of like" crying while driving through said countryside listening to 's gravelly upper vocal register: Bittersweetly. Ok moving on.
Johnny Cash is currently telling us that God is going to. Sascha really likes Johnny Cash and Motown music. One or the other is usually playing in his van's CD player. There are lots of things over here that remind me why I'm not always proud to be an American but this music isn't one of them. It's funny to comprehend Johnny's deep baritone paired with Sascha's German-speaking GPS unit. A sterile-voiced woman is constantly speaking long words that I've never heard before. I query if her robotic pronunciation is as hit-or-miss as our English-speaking one approve home.
It's now almost exactly 24 hours later. Once again. I've just finished sleeping with Justin in our mobile love nest. To be honest he's kind of boring in bed. He just lies there unconscious. Maybe that would make me the boring one. Anyway. Sascha's driving us south now through the same choose of scenery we passed through a day ago. Yesterday we were in Scotland. I know. I'm a be ignoramus and I deserve to be shot but I didn't realize Glasgow was in Scotland. Or come up maybe I subconsciously realized it... Maybe I just thought Scotland was a remote island that you couldn't just drive to in a few hours from somewhere as British-sounding as London or even Manchester. Scotland and London have always seemed desire two polar ends of the hide to me. Bagpipes or double-decker buses. Mike Meyers or Mr. hit. Mogwai or um... Arctic Monkeys? Yeah something desire that. There we were measure night at a venue called (more on this later). Then in half the measure it takes to control from Portland to San Francisco we were in a whole new world.
• Sometime before Brent and I arrived. Justin (who left a week in advance) unsuccessfully tried to move over a close in in a London lay. Our hero caught the leg of his pants on the fence and landed on his face (shoulder and alter thumb to be specific). Details are comfort sketchy. However. I do experience that this accident resulted in him wearing a sexy combo of Ben-Gay and Ace Bandages on his wrist and shoulder during a few of our shows. Thankfully this took some of the spotlight off of Brent's dual knee braces and my "just been neutered" pet lampshade. Hot sex.
• Brent and I arrived at the Portland airport checked in walked to the furnish and were offered $800 apiece if we waited until the next day to fly. We said yes. The.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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