Green Line Please

Why can't we have a subway/busway system that is efficient and makes sense?

I've spent the past week looking up and down Pittsburgh's Port Authority schedules and bus routes. Half of them have to correct times on them, the other half don't even have all the stops on them. I just need to get from Point A to Point B as reasonably close to my punch in time as possible. Why haven't the built the damn Maglev yet?

Suburbia is the burden of my existence.

My Murse Is Famous

I saw the Mike Doughty Band last night at Smalls.

It was a fantastic show. Scrap Facts. Face calls. G'n'R. Chuck. Old school Hip Hop.

Pete McNeal, 'The Man of Feel' as Doughy has so dubbed him, has got to be the tightest drummer I've heard in a long time. I've definitely only heard a few drummers who not only play well, but play well enough into the songs that to hear the song without the drums would be a travesty.

Scrap maybe the funniest person I've never met. He stands off center and in the backish playing the upright with swiss watch like precision. All the while he adorns a smirk on his face that makes you feel he is aware of something you aren't. I want to know what Scrap is thinking.

Handsome Dan has the most amazing sound. I totally dug his Face call. And I definitely want to know what keyboard he was using for it. Dan also has a look to him as he plays. Mostly with his mouth open.

Doughty signed my Murse. You are a very nice man Mr. Doughty. I enjoy all of your music as well as personal stylings.

I'll See You Back At The House

I saw Henry Rollins last night.

He is on his latest spoken word tour. It was definitely Hi-fi. I sit bemused as he calls himself inarticulate and anything less than brilliant.

Blood Guy

I got in at 1:30 this morning.

GWAR was incredible. They were celebrating their 20th year of rocking. I met three of the members and got to talking with one. Joe, the blood cannon guy, sans costuming. He was really quiet and very down to earth. It really was odd to me that they were all really normal dudes.

During load in I got to handle the blood tanks. An experience no one should be without. Three 50 gallon pressurized tanks we had to fill with water as Joe, who has a permanent red pigment to his hair and skin, mixed his blood colored powder mixture. We ended up leaving one of the tanks unattended for a short time, in which time it overflowed, all down the sidewalk. Now the sidewalk has a great redish orange tint to it.

I got to bring Gor-Gor the Dinosaur's head in. As fun as that sounds, he was still soaked in blood from the previous nights show. Needless to say my hands were died red the rest of the day.

As we were continuing to move shit off their 18 wheeler into the theater there was a guy sitting on the street who had just bought his ticket to the show. We asked him if he wanted to help us load in. His eyes got wide as hell. He was fucking more than happy to help GWAR move their shit into the theater. I lost track of him throughout the day, but hopefully he atleast got to meet the guys.

I didn't get to see much of the show. They decided at the last minute that they wanted a live recording. It added more stress to a seemingly simple day but we pulled it off. They were incredibly tight and outside the crowd noise no one would really know it was a live album.

As we knew the theater was trashed and covered in blood and various other substances from their perfomance. They killed off, in order, Pope Benidict, George W, Dick Chenney, Sharon Osbourne, and Michael Jackson, as well as the normal Gor-Gor the Dinosaur and Wargel the 'whatever the hell he is.' We placed the entire theater under various plastic wraps and carpeting in a preemptive strike to help keep the fluids from any sort of permanent damage.

When I got home I hung my official GWAR working crew/backstage pass on my door then drifted off to sleep with visions of blood covered fans walking out of the theater cheering and loving life.

The Worst Blogger Ever.

I get to work with GWAR tomorrow.

For real. GWAR. I need to be at Smalls by 11 to plastic wrap the stage.

Happy Rosh Hashanah

An ardent Happy New Year goes out to all my Jewish friends & family. 5766 years of amazing culture and history.

Matt the Monkey Champ

Matt is the professional Barrel of Monkeys player. He gots them all.

Noah's Birthday

We went to Noah's place last night to celebrate his birthday.

The plan was to pregame for awhile then roll out. We didn't make it out. We ended up drinking a lot and waiting for Jeff to get in. By that time most of us were done for the evening.

My stupendous lady friend went out got a surprise birthday pie for Noah after our first wave of drinking. We pretty much demolished it when she returned.