Wild In The Streets

June 16, 2004

Despite the fact that the Suicidals were supposedly after me, and despite the fact that I drank more than I ate, I am back and alive and well and with tons of stories to tell. In keeping with my Indian heritage, I'm gonna tell you right off the bat that the details might not all be correct, and I may get a few things mixed up, but generally you can get a feel as to how things went on the Tour. I tried to be semi-responsible by keeping a journal, but with the late nights and constant drinking it was kinda hard to keep up with things, but I did, and unfortunately it was all for naught, since Pitt spilled Powerade all along my purse just outside of Chico, CA. and basically smeared all my writings... booooooooo. Oh well. I had so much fucking fun that I could die now and be very very happy as to how things worked out. To say that we killed almost everyplace we played (except for Seattle, and maybe Hollywood) is an understatement. We made tons of friends... lots of important contacts... and just generally established the band as a force to be reckoned with. Special fucking thanks to Hank The Belt-Buckle-Adjusting Roadie... those crazy kids in Reno... Slick Rick in S.F., our buddies in Nothing Yet... The Legendary Johnny B (The Reverend Horton Heat incognito) in Medford, OR., all the ex-Las Vegas people in Portland that we got sick and twisted with while we were up there... our beautiful and gracious hosts in the City Of Angels Johnny & Alana... Big Irish & Darby in Livermore, CA., Kevin @ The Anarchy Library... Karin & Matt in Lake Tahoe, and Boyd too, who remembered me from my Cyanide Blues days many moons ago. Fucking Hell... there's too many people to thank, but I'm not gonna forget to thank The Half Empties, 'cuz without them, none of this would have been possible, and without them, it would not of been as much fun as it was. You guys are the best, and thanks again for all the good times and for the bag of ribs. So uhhm yeah... the first date of the Tour was right here in Las fuckin' Vegas, and you can click here to check it out, and you can click here to see all the beautiful pictures that Hank took of us ugly bastards.