The Gods Of Now On Tour – Day 11

I open my eyes. I search for any psycho-residue. Nothing. I’m good.

I wake up. I go for breakfast with Alex. Delicious. He has 17 eggs and eats the chicken who laid them. He likes eggs. Just the whites of course.

I work on the computer in the room. It’s all very regimen and boring.

Jon and Zasta come in to Alex and my room after their breakfast. We move out.

We need to do our laundry (see pic) and there is this cute blonde who I’d love to talk to named Dawn. She laughs for no reason. It makes me like her more.

Alex and me go to get a coffee. We meet a girl named Katrina. There are two other girls there. One of them is a knock out and pregnant. They smell the air when I leave their area. They don’t think I’m looking. They say “It smells soooo good”. They’re talking about my cologne. They see me see then do that and say “Like, that’s creepy sorry.”. I say it’s creepy if you’re not cute. But you’re really cute so it’s not creepty.” I make them giggle. Nice. We get Greek salads and coffees for all of us. And a tea for Zasta. The young mom is totally hot. She’s got that pregnant glow to her. It’s a cliché but it’s the reality of it too. So totally beautiful.

We go to a little museum to send a post card. It costs 4 bucks to get in. It’s a good price and I want to go but I don’t have time.

Alex and me find a sex shop called something like “The Most Tasteful Adult Emporium in the West”. We’re just looking at all the fake pussies and lingerie when this older, but really hot woman serves us. Her name is Shelly. She’s a drummer. I say we’ll fire Zasta and hire her. It wouldn’t be the same – but it’d be fun. I sort of realize in the back of my head that we have time for this but not a museum. What a couple of slutty bastards we are.

Me and Alex go back to laundry. We all finish folding our clothes and leave.
Now we’re in Kamloops.

Drive to Cash Creek and eat Greek. This little place connected to the Sandman Inn. It wasn’t that great. And they over charged on Zasta’s salad. Jon is not feeling well after the lasagna he had. So this place was crap.

Our booking agent got us a spot on the bill for The Prophecy Of War (I’ll get you more info when I do). One show in Montreal and two in TO I think. This is great! Thanks dude. We’re all very anit-war. We were once asked if the Canadian Military could use our songs for a recrutement tape. At first we were like, “Yeah, government money! Sweet”. And then you think about the ethical implications. I wouldn’t want anyone to join the Military because of what we do. We discussed it and we very quickly agreed that we’d never do it. Not for a million dollars. So this – anit-war Art Show – we’re there.

We drive down through the Fraser Canyon. The moonlight is silver ice on everything. It makes me feel alone. We drive in silence. My thoughts are like a river. On the surface their is nothing but under is a raging current. And I’m fucking horny as hell. I think I’m fighting with a depression. Not a huge one. I could right a killer ballad right now.

We get to Chillawack. Stay in the Vedder River Inn. It sucked. Not only because the rooms were stark and cold. And their was no phone or internet. But two drunk coke-heads were scoping out the Banyion so that Jon slept in the Banyion keeping an eye out. Good man that Jon. Not only did he sacrifice his good night sleep for the safty of the gear but he also sold an EP for 5 bucks to one of the crack heads! Ha! One fucking fan at a time!! No problem here.

In the morning we’re up and out of there. We grab an okay breakfast at the Good Earth. The girl who took our order was so lovely. Perfect curves. Great ass, long legs and big tits. We hit the road and go to Vancouver.

My mind is still not itself. I’m fine. A little tired but I’m sooo looking forward to playing tonight. Gotta change the strings. I’ve used them on two shows already and they’re due to be changed.

Long hwy and we finally get down to Richmond where we’re staying. At the Travel Logde. Friendly smiling people. And there waiting for us after 2 years of long work was our CD!!! Holy fuck – It’s art. The poster inside is amazing. The artwork and burning logo – wow! The B&W pic of us on the inside is hypnotizing. This all came together so well. Just like everything we do.

Aiesha – whoa! What a knock-out, asks us for autographs so when we hit it she’ll sell them on ebay. Now this is a girl that’s thinking. I stop thinking with my cock for a bit and just enjoy the moment with my band and our finished work of art. What a great feeling.

In the room 316 – nice spacious and clean – we get on the comps. I call the Biltmore to see what time to be there. 7 is fine. That gives me about 4 hours to do every thing. More than enough time. Sweet.

I’m fucking so goddamn restless inside. I’m not my friend at this point in time.

Here, I have a question. When I have a hard on, does it mean I have to use it, or can I just be in the horny moment indefinitely? There’s something Tantric in here I think. I’ll ask Zasta and get his opinion too. I mean. Sure, if you wait long enough and are sitting with a spike in your drawers, after a while it hurts – that’s where you get the songs that say, “Baby, I feel blue, I really want be with you!” come from. What do you think those guys want? To be cheered up? I think it would be futile to whack off. I do that and I’m back in 2 min. Blow job? Nice, if it’s done well, but kind of unfulfilling unless she brings her friend. Double spit shine! Fuck. No, I mean, sex! Straight up. Boring unless you’re in a relationship for any length of time – am I write girls? I think so too. You know a persons curves and spaces. The moves and sways. Mmm, the smell of sensuality between histories. Yeah, baby, I know how it is. Why would I even think of getting it that way with some strange pussy. I’m not. So what the hell? Rock is rock and rocks are rock.

With this on my mind (more on that later) we pile into the Banyion and go to the show. It’s a place called The Biltmore. Great venue, newly refurbished. It was a really nice show and a great turn out for a Wednesday night, according to the people there who say no one comes out.

The whole night my hands were sticky. I’m sure it was psychotic-residue from these bad dreams I’m having and my need for attention. I think I should be on medication. I’ve thought this before but the tug in the back of my mind is back. Just a little bit of a relaxed state might do me a world of good. I’ll talk to my doc when I get back home.

I sit with the lead singer of Magnus Rising for a bit. We talk biz while Zasta and Jon go for a bite to eat. They bring me back a salad. It’s good. Alex is over there talking with an old friend who moved out here. (see pic).

We played and my guitar cable broke. It happens. Next show I’ll fix it and it will be killer. It didn’t feel good but time will take care of it. I was so busy trying to figure out why the hell my Guitar wasn’t’ working that I didn’t perform my usual best. Excuses, I know. But like I say – next week, we’ll forget all about it. So I go and have a drink with Nicole after we play. She is studying Peace and Conflict and is the bar tender at the Biltmore. She’s very nice.

The other bands were great (it feels good to finally be playing with bands that are high level enough to have their own thing going on) – especially Magnus Rising – Newfoundlanders who’d stab you if you spill their beer – Matt just said so. No, these guys were really great people. I’ve never met a Newfoundlander that I didn’t like. 

In fact – speaking of Newfoundlanders, Kyla, a friend of Magnus Rising and a cute Newfoundlander herself, was nice enough to sit with our merch when we played just in case anyone bought anything – their weren’t many people – but we did sell a few of our new CD’s. That poster inside fucking kicks ass.

Flood of Fire were also good. There influences of Iron Maiden and Judas Priest being very apparent. Energy level at 100%.

We’re going to play with Throttlecaster again in Kamloops. I’m not sure but I think the guy is Swedish or something. He has a strange accent and looks like Jesus if Jesus was cool and drank hard liquor.

Speaking of Liquor I drink a shot with Magnus Rising. I tell them I was Skreetched in years ago when I played St. John’s. “Long my your big jib draw” is what tourists are told to say apparently (I said that too) because Matt said what Newfoundlander’s actually say, when they drink screetch is, “Shut da fook up and drank”. Yeah!

We load up after saying bye to Denver (bouncer) who told us which strip bars are good – 50 bucks to touch a girl! Holy shit! It’s about 10 bucks in Montreal – depending on where you go. I miss Montreal!

We Tetris up the Banyion and head for some food. I soooo want attention. I’m really aware of it – doesn’t help. I still totally want attention!! I’ll throw my tastes at the moment into food – mmmm – Chinese Fast Food next to Duffin’s Donuts! Ohhhh this place rocked my world. They were selling the days left overs (the stuff they didn’t sell at super time) for half price! We ate a feast of noodles, curry chicken and tofu pork for 10 bucks!!! It was amazing. I went for another plate of curry shrimp vermicelli for 4 bucks. We picked at it but couldn’t finish it.

Now I’m sitting here thinking of you baby. I don’t know what to do about this situational self-esteem issue I have. My cable is no indication of who I am but I feel like I’m nothing right now. It’s what I’ve gone through before – my whole life. Years of this shit. I used to drown it in so much. Now I write about it.

And things happen for a reason. I love the idea of being hard on myself in this blog. I love letting you know that I’m a stupid fuck who can’t perform and who sucks ass too. We both know that’s not true. I’m just harder on myself than on anyone I see. In reality, it’s good – but in my head – I’m the worst fucking lame ass performer you’ll ever see. So begins the assassination my own character. I take aim. I shoot. I die. I lay dormant for a moment. And then I’m reborn.

And that’s the key – I had an off night. We all do. We’ll just do it again and it’ll kick ass. That’s how it works.

But don’t worry baby. I’ll be okay. I want attention but I’m getting lots of it knowing that you’re reading this. It keeps me straight and level. Just don’t worry.

It’s 3:30 am.

I’m having relationships with the girls in Hustler Magazine. I’m a slut and that’s all right. PornoZing and a love song!

Good night.

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