IT'S IT'S THAT THAT TIME TIME AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN
I was just looking over my old posts, from a year ago exactly, and environs, and realizing the forum on KS.calm never reanimated. Well, the forum on theposies.net has a ken stringfellow section, so...feel free to migrate back and forth. Who would have thought that such a primordial concept would be the buzzword for so many technological issues...migrate....I even migrated without knowing it, evidently, this website migrated from one host to another when some tech deck was shuffled yet again. My cell phone service, and number, migrated to the big fish that swallowed the fish I was stuck to. All this migration...I have a migraine and I want to eat some magret de canard. No, not true. But, I have been a migratory species all my life it seems. I was lucky enough to come from a family that could afford to fly back and forth across the country to visit relatives, 30 years before the existence of budget airlines and the attendant fact you can now potentially sit next to a crackhead on a redeye flight from Seattle to New York (I did it on Jet Blue once--not fun, and no, I'm not likely to fly them again.) And, like ye olde hunter gatherers crossing the land bridge to Alaska, we followed my dad's jobs around, to several different cities (not to Alaska tho'). And I got the migration bug. It's probably the biggest non-survival oriented motivation I have in life. Go look at that map over the last year and perhaps you can also look up evidence of the travel I have undertaken every year for the past 15-16 years, and you will see that I am of some kind of species that needs to recalibrate those metallic rocks in my gizzard, periodically jumping continents so that they are pulled by the sun, the moon, the center of the earth and the bling graveyard, recalibrating themselves deep in my flesh thereby scratching an itch so deep it might actually be somewhere in my DNA.
Note: now that I am home, I can catch up on listening to music...I highly recommend the Briskeby album 'Jumping On Cars'--not just for my guest appearance on one track, but for top notch songs, playing, singing and production...
ZURICH, 12/18
well, we blew it out, last night of the tour should be like this...multiple teq. shots, and all the gear that we could lift over our heads--guitars, mic stands, drum sticks, and even, for a second before gravity returned it, a cymbal stand and cymbal were stuck up in the lighting rig and rafters. Glorious! I stood on some amp and did the frug in my undies, at some point a girl who used to work at the venue (the Abart) was playing drums, all that good craziness. bad bits--we invited friends and relatives down to the dressing room when the night was done, and I paid WAY too much for champagne that I didn't get to drink nearly enough of...and the friends also brought friends who weren't my friends...in the end a couple of things got busted in the dressing room that I can't explain. Including an ironing board--which is a real sin in my book. You don't fuck with your beauty tools. So, I am sad about that but all in all I have to say it was more about ups than downs.
I never really did sleep much. A little bit in the hotel lobby waiting for my cab to the train station. I had to board the TGV to Paris at 7am and I did sleep the whole way, as I had some cough syrup--not for recreational purposes, but because I was coughing, and pretty badly too. Well it knocked me out and I was slightly groggy (and very sore, the TGV is not so good for long periods of sleep) when we got to Gare de Lyon at about 1.30 that afternoon. Dom met me on the platform, and we grabbed my stuff and walked to a restaurant for a dazed but delicious reunion lunch. I had magret d'oie glazed in a mixture of honey and truffles...I mean, I was back in the shiz, cuisine francais style!
Since then I have been catching up on sleep and calories, playing with my girl Aden a lot, and spending time with my folks and Dom's, here in Paris. I had time to sneak out and see the Hard Ons play their end of the tour show (good, but, hey, I'll admit it--ours was better!) and ran into Thomas from Cheap Star therein. I even had my Roman Emperor moment--Dom fed me lobster & caviar while I was in the bath! It wasn't planned...
I've had the occasional email from my bandmates...but everyone is burrowed pretty much into their individual snowbanks. I don't blame 'em.
I'll emerge from mine on the 31st---see you all in Vaduz?
love
KS
Paris
