Faster Pussycat at briXton south bay, 4.23.11

Today starts as usual. Chadwick tells me to be at the brixton at 4pm.. And is, himself, late. I take the time to enjoy the scenery, which includes the pier, the guys fishing off the pier to eat the "croaker" that a large sign tells you is unsafe to eat, and of course, the waterfront performers. It's odd, the closer you get to a large body of water, the more street performers you find.
My favorites today include the Elvis guy, crooning "love me tender".. He looks old enough to actually BE Elvis.. But he has the prettiest blue eyes. I'm guessing he was attractive in his younger-pre-street performer days.. And the guy mumbling/yelling some Doors songs.. This guy was an interesting one..I recorded and youTubed him, he was so entertaining.. I even tipped him whatever change I had n

So, a jaunt around the pier, and then Ace and Xristian arrived with gear to load in..

Shortly after, Chad shows up with my merch.. Time to get to work..I set up under the stairs (I AM the people under the stairs!) in th "coat check" area.. It's tiny, but comfy, I guess. I grab a sammich from backstage.. And decide to go walk with ace, then decide it's fat time and get a Hot Dog on a Stick..mm fried.

I get back to the venue, and there's a bartender rockin a bunny hoody/hat thing. Since it's easter, I rock my bunny ears too.
Slowly, the aging eightes rock fans roll in. Boy, is it interesting.

I'm located next to th VIP room, which is apparently reserved for the promoter. People keep going in and out, and a few feel like they need to explain to me about it.." I know julian!" me:" ok, well, I don't"
I even saw one girl push with all her might on what she thought was the door.. But was actually the wall next to the door. The wide open door.. Sigh.

Danny and ace hang out with me on and off, play with my food, (Sammy, the bread man, with olIves for eyes and an onion for a mouth..) and Ace drinks my beer. Haha. Danny continues to be a good housewife and grab me beer, though.
I realize halfway through thE show I'm not wearing my earplugs..oops.

I talk to a guy with a FP and VH tattoo. He's from Minne-SOTA. He buys a lot of stuff. Whenever people buy a ton of merch, I can't help but see them as a giant walking dollar sign. Or dollar bill. Like in the old school cartoons, where the wolf sees the other character as a giant walking t-bone steak. Mmm, steak.

So TUFF is playing as well, and I'm already annoyed by thE guy. If you aren't funny, please don't try to be.
He mentions I didn't leave him space to sell merch. I say, ya, I didn't have room for all my stuff. He gets butthurt and then says "I guEss I'll have to sit on your lap!". ..i dont play alOng.. I say, no, there's no room.
He says something about asking Taime..
I hate when people do that!
I told him I will sell his stuff, but i get a 20% cut of his sales..he didn't seem to go for it.. Hah.
Yeah, buddy, your ass isn't gonna be in my way, nor do I work free.

The brixton is basically a dungeon. It's downstairs, there's no cell service at all.. Which is either really good, or really bad. It's bad when I need the band to bring silver sharpies and I have to run up stairs to outside where it's cold to text.. Good, cuz I'm not getting stupid texts all night!

So far, I haven't even noticed the openers.
Someone walks up and asks if Julians friends get a discount, and I tell her that I don't even know who he is. In all reality, I think he's the promoter. But..I have a passionate dislike for promoters of any type, they're just horrible people. All that I've met are shiesty mofOs.

So theres a sound guy, and he keeos announcing stuff over the mic, and he sounds juuust like a strip club dj..

So the show goes off without a hitch.. The crows loves it! I got a couple videos, theyre on youtube.

Post show is just madness.. We hurry to load out, and even though the show was backlined and we dont have that much gear, it seems more difficult even than tour.

For some reason, local shows are way more of a pain.

After some hissyfits, and chinese fire drills, deciding who goes in what car, somwhow we end up with extra people.. which involves me driving up to Hollywood.. And i was so close to home! Dammit!
I drive Xristian and a friend to Hollywood, and stay in the valley myself..
I slept like a baby, only to wake to a phone call from Taime about how he needs his harley keys! So, first thing in the am, back down to redondo to bring T his keys..
Then? Off to the groceey store to spend my hard earned rock n roll money on.. Hookers n blow? No. Groceries.
So fuckin rock n roll.

Faster Pussycat at The Tiki Bar in Costa Mesa, 3.12.11

EDIT: let me preface this by saying to the shrimp of a blonde guy, who is apparently the owner: FUCK YOU, GO SUCK A DICK!!!! and learn how to run a bar. DICKWAD.

So I arrive much earlier than the band tonight. Apparently, load in is NOT at 4. Oh well.. this gives me time to hit the local thrift stores.. at least I’m not far from home. Downside is I am stricken with Strep Throat.. or possibly the plague. Or maybe Scarlet Fever. Or just cooties.. I haven’t had a cootie shot in years, so that’s a valid possibility.
I decide to show back up around 6, and am still the only one here. The sound guy, Dan, is here. He seems cool, tells me about what he’s done to improve this place.. He seems really cool, and offers up hooking me up with a local merch company.. score!
He's also worked at Galaxy a few times, so he knows my plight in geting to where I'm at.
The promoter, Scott.. well, Im not a fan so far. It seems I don't exist.. funny, I would think the promoter would know everyone involved.. including the merch girl. I'm pretty sure I've met him before and didnt like him then either. Then again, I generally don't like promoters.. ever.

So I spend awhile hanging out with the merch dude, discussing tour, past tours, and goals for future.. I'd love to tour manage.. or at least merch for a big, moneymaking tour.

Finally, the boys arrive. I open up the side/back gate, and help load in. It seems everyone is in a terrible foul mood.. Chad isn't happy, Danny doesn't want to be here.. it's his "birthday" week and he'd rather be watching basketball.. Taime isn't even here, neither is X, and Ace is here, and he just has a look like he'd rather be asleep.. So would I, especially because I feel like I could die at any point, even despite my large iced double shot coffee, antibiotics, vicodin, and chloraseptic spray.

The venue orders us pizza.. from Laventinas.. good.. but only one medium. Hmm. Apparently they aren't making food today. Boo.

A little about the Tiki bar, while Im on the subject. It looks like they started out correctly.. then got really fucking lazy.

This place was once Tiki bar, then a couple other places, then.. it was nothing. Now, it's Tiki Bar.. and it's hardly fucking tiki. When I hear Tiki Bar, I expect.. overwhelmingly Tiki.. like.. you can't look anywhere and see an open spot without something cheesy, tiki, hawaiaana, etc. Well.. They have a couple paintings, a couple carved posts, one tiki up front.. and.. thats it.
It has potential.. I could make this place rad. It's not too small, or too big..
It has a lighting truss flown, and sounds decent enough.. but it has a whopping 6 led pars.. Also, the flown PA's kind of worry me... I wouldn't stand under them. They hover just above the edges of the stage. The stage itself is small but decent enough.

The bartenders look.. like they look good in the dark. Small skirts, big boots, big boobs.. though I suppose you might not notice their faces.. don't bother.

The opening band goes on, and I don't know who they are.
Two very large girls (now, don't be offended here.. these girls are quite literally.. at least 3-4 times my size. and one is wearing spandex stretchy pants.) are mosh-dancing about on the empty floor.. well, thrashing about? They kind of look like drunken hippopotamus's.. sorry if that was mean. They keep thrashing about this way and I am afraid of being trampled.

..they just fell into my merch table. It's only a plastic table. Fortunately it's the venues. I'm gonna kill em if they spill my water on my netbook or phone. Even if she is 3x my size. She is a sloppy drunken makeup smeared mess.. and it's only 8:55. Ill try to get a picture of her.

It's not busy, so far. There is a few dedicated fans, though. Some indian guy and his wife.. I'm only saying that because he called himself that. Danny told them he is my father.. guess were going with that again tonight. Ha.. always makes it interesting to see who believes it.

This first band isn't bad, I am just not into it. Fortunately, from working a venue for so long, I have an AMAZING ability to tune out any and all noise I don't want to listen to.

Danny is already drunk with fans, at this point. I was told to babysit.. but.. he's a bigger handful than a child would be, sometimes.


At least the openers are playing a cover of Dead Kennedy's Police Truck. That makes me happy.

Just found out FP goes on at midnight. Sometimes, being merchgirl SUCKS BALLS.. like when you are sick as hell, can't drink, and stuck at the merch booth the ENTIRE SHOW.
When you think I'm exaggerating about being sick, I'm not just hungover. My tonsils are trying to crawl out of my throat, I have all the cold symptoms, a 100 degree flu that left me sweating like a whore in church all last night, I still can't decide if I'm cold or hot, and I have a headache from hell.
Not to complain, or anything.

Just watched the huge drunken sloppy mess in spandex try to walk past the band loading out, and trip over the stairs and eat SHIT.. is it wrong that made me laugh??

Next band up: Victoria project? I think. Decent. the singer is wearing leather gloves and a v neck, though..

The crowd keeps getting more interesting, it seems as if some of the 909 has followed the next band out here.. including some skinheads.. oh yeah.

My friends Jill and Bob show up.. and my friend Jeff is supposed to come too.. yay!

I'm spending my time downloading a fake Excel to make some nice merch sheets.. yay!

Finally, 11pm rolls around and JillBob show up!
..Then, the rest of the band decides it's time to roll in.. lucky them.

Some guy who looks like he could be Andy Warhol's brother is hanging out near the merch booth. Some random normal lookin dude decides to buy myself and Ace drinks.. unfortunately, I am sick, and Ace is driving.. so we ask for coke and water.. how rock n roll, right??

Wulfbane is playing.. I noticed the singer has a penguin tattooed behind his ear. RAD. I remember drunkenly meeting him somewhere, once. Probably Johnnys.

People seem to assume that all merch people take credit cards. Perhaps I should swipe it through the card reader.. between my ass cheeks? Cmon. Maybe I'll get a card reader.. and tell people they have to spend at least 50 to use a card.

You're probably wondering why the LONG ASS post.. well, this is what happens when I have wifi and my laptop all night.. I share all.

So when it starts to smell like punkrock bo, we realize Andy Warhol's bro is the cultprit.. eew. He even tried to smell check himself. yuck. As Jeff said, "he smelled like athletes foot and pop art"

We can't find Chad anywhere.. turns out he was napping. HA!

Finally, we find nappy face in his car. Yep, asleep outside.

He asks me to get him a jack n coke.. so I go ask the bartender. (whom i later find out is one of the owners, Kyle) Here is my convo:

Me: Hey, the band is supposed to get drinks from you, right?
BT: WHAT band?
Me: *looks down at the FP shirt Im wearing" UHHH.. Faster pussycat, the HEADLINER
BT:THEYRE NOT GETTING ANYTHING UNTIL THEY GET ON STAGE (very rudely)
Me: well, ill keep it at my merch booth until they go on
Bt: NO ILL HANDLE IT
Me: OK FINE, excuse me for attempting to save you the trip...

Wow, dickhead.


Taime apologizes for getting on stage late, because "our drummer fell asleep in the alley".. classic.

Danny proceeds to fall into ace, and back into his bass rig.. entertaining.. mostly because he is so tall he teeters back and forth first.



I fetch a few drinks, which i have to get from the very nice female bartenders, cause that dude is a prick. He ignores me every time I go near the bar.

Im very tempted to tell him this is a pathetic excuse for a tiki bar.

I decide just to go on with the night.

At one point, nobody notices that the mic on Ace's amp, lead guitar, mind you, has fallen off. I got on stage and fixed it. Yep, I could be a sound engineer-ette.



Finally, it's over with. I hurry up and pack up as quick as possible.

After a big thing with Chad losing his in ear, and the ipod, loading out, i finally get to go home.

theres nothing better than bed when youre sick... i take a couple shots o nyquil, and its off to slumberland.

WINNING!

Faster Pussycat at the Key Club, Hollywood, 3.5.11

This was the start of a long day.

I woke up in HB at my friend Leslis.. my friends Jill, Bob, Lesli and I started off the day by watching "exit through the gift shop".. a great documentary by Banksy, the street artist, about the street art scene and some of the artists..

Finally heading home with enough time to shower and do my hair.. no makeup.. im rockin it.

Head up to Taime's house in LA, and grab the merch to head over to the Key Club. Xristian and I arrive, load in, and start gettin shit together. The boys soundcheck, and I head over to Frankie's pizza for some food.. yummm. be jealous.

The show starts fairly early, at 7, I think. That still leaves me enough time to stop in with the boys and have a couple beers at the Rainbow Room.. I grab the seat Lemmy is known for sitting in.. he's not here today. haha.

Finally, we head back to get in before doors, and enough time to play stylist to Ace. I love getting to do that.

The thing about LA shows is everyone knows everyone, or at least they pretend they do. It's such a pretentious yet jaded scene.. ahh well.

I get stuck in the dungeon by the bathrooms and a small cash bar. Fortunately for me, the bartender is rather entertaining. He's actually from.. well, right in my neighborhood basically. Weird. Like I said, everyone knows everyone.

After laughing all night at the interesting crowd, the ..interesting.. bands.. and watching them on a tiny tiny tv screen, since I cant see the stage.. being hit on by glam metal dudes old enough to be my dad.. it's finally almost over.

We load up, and the boys take off. I had been invited to some post show beer pong.. yes, at the venue. This is a venue where the owner walks around antiquing his employees to amuse himself.. rad.

I lose horribly at beer pong. It wasn't until halfway through the game I even made one cup.. I finally scored a whopping two beers on them.. sad. Fortunately, my teammate, Jessy, the aforementioned bartender, was decent enough. We still lost.

I didn't leave that venue till some god awful hour, and still had to go back to Taime's to get my car.. I didn't make it home till the blue was already up.. ugh.


Next show; Pussycat at the Tiki Bar in Costa Mesa March 12..

Lords of Acid & Angelspit, March 2, 2011, Club Nokia, LA

ok, so to clarify.. I didn't work this show.. technically. But, close enough.

My very very good friend Gabriel called me a couple weeks back to let me know he had a show in town. I don't get to see Gabe much, since the VNV Tour. He's been in town a few times, but I had a tour so I've missed a couple of his visits.. boo.
But..! Gabe has two dates in the next couple months! Birthday present to me! Hang time with a bff.. woo!

So, I'll start a couple days back, I got the pleasure of picking him up from LAX.. yep. His hotel was a good 30 miles away.. so that was fun. A quick trip to Oinkster, hereafter referred to as "The Oinky Place", to meet up with Dink (Dink-dink-dink, da-dink-dink-dink, Dink-el-odeon! Dink is bald!) and a couple other members of the band. This is where I first meet Virus, aka Andre, of Dope fame. Very nice guy, uber sweet, funny hair. Plays an amazingly beautiful DBZ guitar.. (Basically, Dean left Dean guitars and made a new company.. weird, right? whatever..)

I also meet Murv, for the first time. Murv is.. this is not politically incorrect people, he claimed it.. the token black guy. Rad dude, BIG 'fro, and.. the kicker? He's allergic to watermelon (duh-dun-ching!!!) (insert politically incorrect joke about black guys and watermelon here.. I won't do it, but I'm sure you can think of one!) Also meet Murv's gf, very sweet gal..

Quick dinner, then home to bed.. nothing exciting here.

Next day, I luck out to get to go to dinner with RevJohn, of Das Bunker, Gabriel, and a guy named Pancake. Well.. kinda. Pfankuchenn.. basically translating to Pancake, from German. We enjoy some Gyu-kaku, which is japanese bbq.. rad!

Last day before the tour officially starts.. so day negative one.. I get to drive the boys to the practice studio/lockout.. this is where i find the blow up doll, hide a vibe teddy bear, 6 foot tall penis, Jesus gave me a beer (yeah, no water into wine bs, more like pocket lint into beer! woo!) I also meet Ape, the merch guy, who is a cool dude, and obsessed with penguins.. random, right? Also met Jesus.. yes, ladies and gentlemen I MET JESUS! He's an interesting guy. Nuff said. Well.. lemme put it this way.. he won't remember your name after meeting you. Even after meeting you 5 times.
I also got to hang out with Carl, aka Zoog of Angelspit. RAD australian guy.. and I Mia, the new singer..

(The accents are overwhelming, two of the are Belgian, Zoog is australian, Virus is from New Yoooaak, Gabes from Boston (Paak yo caa at the aaaihhpooaat), and Dink from Philly.. among the others. HAH!)

Finally, show day. I got VIP, which USUALLY means.. groupie. Hah. not in my case.
I showed up way early and managed to get in to help Angelspit set up merch.. the main chick JUST got off the flight from London.. crazy.

So.. it's apparently really hectic, as this is the first day of tour and only one of the non-og members has ever toured with this band, and only the bass tech has as far as crew. OH BOY.

Club Nokia is really nice, the security are very nice, one of the bartenders pours a good drink.. hahaha.. and the crew are rad. The PM and stage crew were HILARIOUS to talk to. I would KILL to work a real venue like this...professional, yet relaxed.

After a very loud soundcheck, we get to hang out for a bit. Mia is running around looking like Lady Gwar-Ga... yes... kind of like Lady Gaga and a dude from Gwar had a child.. its very interesting. Jesus shows up wearing more eyeshadow than me, and some black lipstick.

Ape is at merch with his pink plaid-argyle netbook.. yes, i am uber jealous. it matches my car interior!!!

Gabe and I get a chance to grab some dinner, Lawrys is pretty effin awesome.. we even scored free mac n cheese! F Ya!

RevJohn shows up, which is always a good time! HAPPY BIRTHDAY REVJOHN!

So the show goes off without any real hitches.. Radical G rocks his spock ears and rocks out on his.. umm..laptop and mixer.. Angelspit does a good set, though I'm not sure it was mixed right at FOH.. the guitar was more overwhelming than the tracks and keys, which isnt correct, as far as electronic stuff goes.. oh well. Still entertaining.
They have two giant X's of light bars lighting up the stage, which looked pretty cool. Zoog has an interesting stage outfit, and having two perdy girls on either side helps!

LOA takes the stage.. Oh Boy..I laugh at Gabe who is perched behind the drum riser.. He really can't see anything but the back of Kirk.

I'm on stage right, with Jesus, trying to help him see when Praga disconnects cables.. every couple minutes. Dink is opposite me, not seeming to notice the craziness going on behind him. Girls take the stage every couple songs.. Well.. they looked good from far far in front of house.. eesh.

Mia brings out the confetti poppers, a large Rabbit vibrator, and three GIANT beach balls, making for a very entertaining show.

The crowd seems to dig the catchy-kitschy 90's electro.. featuring such lyrics as "show me your pussy, give it to me. i wanna see your pussy, show it to me.." yep. Not to mention the 8 girls or so bouncing around the stage in tiny outfits.

post-show, I do my best to help load up, and load out.. I get to sit and enjoy a corona.. (hey, it was free, whaddya want..)

Finally, I walk the three blocks in the sprinkles out to my car, parked in some ghetto lot by LA Live.. yep. I head back to the bus, give the boys all g'night and good tour hugs, give Dink his proper goodbye shoulder massage, and head home..

All in all, a very exciting show.. hah!

5 am.. time to go to bed to get as much rest for this weekend, when I have a Faster Pussycat show in Hollyweird to actually work..

LA GUNS at Hotel Cafe, Acoustic Gypsy Show #2

Day two.. oh boy.

I wake up with a nice hangover, still at my friend's house, on the couch. My knuckles are sore.

After a nice day of doing really nothing, just watching some bad reality tv.. it's time to get ready. Joe picks me up at Lesli's, and I hurry home to get ready.

Then, I hurry up to get to LA..

We arrive at Hotel Cafe, around 6. $15 dollars to park, boy does Hollywood SUCK.

We walk in and the boys are soundchecking.. it's an interesting show, with a few guys sitting in, including Muddy.. oh boy. Muddy loves me!

They sound amazing, and play a few rad songs.. very chill, I get to sit and relax and enjoy the pre-show.

Jizzy does his stretchy silly singy warm up, as always.. pretty hilarious to watch! We chat with his girlfriend and Liza for quite a while..

Nothing too crazy today, except the fact that AVJ and Ricky Fuckin Vodka are coming!! Got a great hug from Ricky Vodka, chat about the upcoming Motochrist video shoot (that yours truly will be in!!) Oh, and AVJ showed up with a pretty lady friend in tow.

The door guy kinda stole my merch perch, so I spent most of the night watching the show.


My favorite line? Jizzy - between songs - says "I'm gettin Jizzy with it!"

It's a quick show, we wrap up pretty quickly and head home.. which, for the boys is 5 minutes away!

I'm awfully tired after last night, so I decide to forego the partying afterwards and make the trek home..

More to come soon, I'll be merching for Faster Pussycat a couple times coming up soon..

Oh, and my bff Gabriel will be in town working the Lords of Acid show, so I'll post about that too!!

La Guns at Hotel Cafe, Hollyweird, CA, Acoustic Gyspy show #1

So, Chadwick lets me know that Guns are doing an acoustic album recording at Hotel Cafe in the loverly city of Hollyweird..

Done! Not too far, and a good reason to see my boys.. And enjoy some cocktails!

So unfortunately, it's raining in beautiful so cal.. And that means everyone forgot how to drive. A trip that should have taken me 40 minutes took closer to two hours..

Finally, I arrive at Chads place up in Hollyweird. I won't divulge top secret info like where, but if you know Chad you know he's rightin the mix of things. I get to park in his garage.. My baby the Rolla is happy she's not parked in the strange streets of this town!!

So I head inside, where I am greeted by Liza, chads awesome GF, and Jizzy rockin his warm up pants and sprawled out stretching on the floor. We wait a bit for Fattyfatfat to get ready.. He's such a diva!

After a short walk to Hotel Cafe, I'm greeted by a readymade merch booth.. RAD! And a very dapper dressed Tender! The boys are all wearing suits and stuff tonight! So spiffy..

It's hailing and raining outside now, boo.

There's a million people playing with the boys tonight, including Muddy, who loves me..no really, he has a school style crush on me. Haha.

Best notable moment of the night:
Woman: uhm, I don't know whose job it is, but someone should know the tiles in the womens restroom are leakig from the cieling!!
Bouncer: OHMIGOD, really?? (half sArcasm, half almost serious)

Me: laughs.
Bouncer said, it's the best way to make people think you care, that way they leave.

So, this is also the first night I've gotten to meet all the band gfs.. They're all so nice! And pretty.
And girls, they look.. Normal. No rock of love crazy shit. The bands hire girls whi look like me to work for them, as attention getters.
The girlfriends, usually fairly normal, very beautiful blondes with bit of rock n roll style.
They're the girls who were into the bands years ago, and no longer feel leather is neccessarry.

Just a hint for the band groupie crowd there.

So, drna drama drama..

COntinue scene: burgundyroom:
Johnnys for the hollywood crowd.


So Liza and I head over to the Burgundy Room.. fun!

Lesli and Nycole are there, enjoying a hollywood-expensive cocktail.

I get a vodka rockstar, to go with those jager shots I had at the venue.

You can imagine how this story is going to end, can't you?

Some douchebag is annoying the hell out of the girls.. leaning on them, then has the balls to ask the (very beautiful, might I add) Nycole "what is up with her mullet"

Somehow this guy took having short bangs, as a mullet.. after insulting her and telling her "it's not a good look" etc etc... they are fed up.

I arrive, and decide to fuck with him, just a bit. I take his stupid furry hat, and try to steal it. He is getting annoyed.
I steal it one more time, I'm enjoying getting back at him for insulting my friend out of the blue.

This dude decides to have his (very short) little sister walk up and get the hat.
"excuse me, HUNNY, my brother wants his hat back" (Hunny? them are fightin words!)
me:"wtf did you just say to me? nobody fucking calls me hunny you little shortshit"
"fuck you, bitch blah blah blah..." and pushes me.
so I pushed her back! Then I threw the hat.
she then tries to start fighting and hitting me. Her brother holds her back, they leave.. end of it, right?

No. He comes back in on a mission to fight me. Lesli said the look on his face was that of an angry bull ready to headbutt.

He pushes me. Not just pushes, but totally grabbed boob while doing it. RUDE. So I hit him. Multiple times. In the face.

My knuckles hurt!


I got high fives from the bartender girls, a shot bought for me from some hollywood type. RAD.

Lesli drives my drunk ass home.. hahaha.

LA Guns, Mainstage, Ramona, CA 1/22/11

So I get a call from Skippy, aka Chadwick, yesterday.. guns are playing a gig in Ramona, at Mainstage. This is a cool
Little venue.. The one we played last on the Pussycat tour.
Now, I have bad tires on my Rolla, so I can't make the two hour drive in my car!
Finally, I come up with the only option.. Saturn and Heidi decide to go with me..
So, way late, we leave hb at about 6.. When we finally arrive, at 745 ish.. My Tender meets me outside!! I interruptshowimg
The door guy my Id to give Tender the biggest hug..evar. He is one
Of my favorite people..ever. eVAR!

So today is blowout on guns merch day. How nice..I don't even need to keep track of what I sell.
I even get to barter and make deals!

Oh, and Chad totally told my old boss Carri how awesome I was on tour! Fuck YEAH!

So after a while of hanging out with Chad, Jizzy (in his track pants..yeah like stripper style..) and Tender.. It's finally time for them
To go on stage. After a quick rub rape.. It's time.

Oh yeah, infamous tender quotes:
"you're my role model.. Roll in th hay model!!"

"savannah,, I really hurt my shin the other day..do you think you could put on a leather aviator hat, like Amelia earheart..and give me an enema??"

Classic Tender.

The show was good.. At the point where Jizzy goes backstage.. The guy with the harmonica decides to jump
On stage.. And starts playing. Tracii tries to give him the NO headshake..no luck. He just kind of goes with it with that uncomfortable look

After a scintillating encore of "love hurts".. The show ends.

The boys come out to sign, and Chad barters some merch. Classic.

After a quick discussion with Jizzy over how I have heard the rumors.. Ya know, I heat he's pretty good at certain things..haha..
I give my hugs and get back in Saturns car for an anxiety and Xanax filled drive home..ohh boy.