.colorado.wyoming.utah.nevada.california.

Show in C-Butte was epic. Thank You mountain men for loading the monster box up the narrow icy stairs of death. You need to ride a snowmobile on a daily basis defeating avalanches and yetis to survive that one. My ears did not pop till Denver coming down the high miles with a cold. There we blew the house lighting rig but thankfully Jimanamals new, seperate LED Bonanza kept the show going. Nice screaming there to my right Ladies! ...and Claude...shiny Claude...we love him too.

(es war kalt, es war lange fahren, wundes Steissbein, 48 Stunden in 4 Tagen und viel viel Schnee, Spass hat's gemacht, laut war's, die Lichter gingen aus auf der Buehne in Denver, Sicherung durchgebrannt, aber wir haben gerade unsere eigenen gekauft und so gings weiter mit dem gerocke, meine Ohren waren dicht von der Berg Hoehe, pffff)

Crested Butte...gorgeous...

Now this is the Partypad worthy of Deans 100th, 4 bedroom 3 level red Lodge for us with view of the Butte...sweeeeeeeeeet....and yes it's a cold...darn it...

(Party fuer Dean's 100te Show, er faehrt  ueberall hin und hilft und ist prima)

Vail, 7000some feet, stuffed nose (god let that be altitude and detox)

Dean's 100th show! Now owning the official Crewchief jacket, he is amazing beyong words, Thank You Sir G!
Here is to the next 100...in many more states and countries!

...so this sweet faced, 6 foot 9 awesome security guard called Jim Manimal...well said...he drives 23 hours, sets up, runs the lovely lights, keeps track on everything and everybody, briefs the crew, interfaces, wrangles, shuttles, packs, moves, shakes and looks hot doing it...yeah try that on for size...

Claude gave us a glass swan with a rose, looking at him is like staring into the sun (Buzz said that when a girl in London showed her underage boobs, worthy quote) somewhat painful but you can't help it.

Oh you wonderful peoples around us!

Laplunch, first class...

...it's just a question of balance...

jaja die gesunde Ernaehrung auf dem Schoss balanziert waehrend wir die Autobahen langduesen

Lent, day seven.

On our way to Vail, way up there in the Rocky Mountains, just passed the Sierras...now I am obsessed with the option off Clem force feeding me a chocolate Truffel when things get bad...she said it in an interview when asked about this catholic bassgirls withdrawl from earthly pleasures for 40 days, hmmm what can I do to make her...hmmm...oh I know tickle her...nah, she'll just punch me like usual. (Well she is the one right now still having yellow spots on the forehead from the Barney Rubble, I swear I didn't hit her, she did)

(ich bin ja man nicht vollkatholisch aber genug um 40 Tage alles aufzugeben was Spass macht, Alkohol, Schokolade und Kaese...ahhhhh keine Pizza)

Jim's state of mind...

...in traffic, stuck, toiletpaper wrapped around his head, crying out he's injured and everyone needs to move over one lane...ahhh laughing, medicine for all...

(unser lieber Tourmanger und allgemeiner Held, er faehrt und macht und tut, hier sitzen wir im Stau und er hat sich Klopapier um den Kopf gewickelt damit wir was zu lachen haben)

Yeah, this will do nicely!

Thank you gentlemen. Tahoe sound check happy moment, not quite my double amp wall from the studio, but it's big, it's loud...

...snow expected...

View from Frank Sinatra ghost hotel....

8:14 first run...

Yeah, I'm pretty happy with this wall, if only I'd get to play it again like this...sigh...
20 min breaks between takes to clear the fog out, looks lovely,
falling over the drum riser like it does here in this pretty town, fog rolling over the hills.
Wow 11:30pm done, now we pack up the van to go to Tahoe, play Frank Sinatras showroom, yeah...

(ganzer Tag im Studio, morgens aufnehmen, dann nebenan Video drehen, ich hab mal fuer Spass all meine lauten Kisten aufgebaut, laut und prima, leider lassen die mich nicht immer so spielen, zuviel des Guten)

Rollin...

...ahh, those words that raise your blood pressure, make you forget your last name and basically produce suck on your instrument, all because there is no more brain left to play, it's all panic and doubt and you might want to breathe here and there...uhhh and all that on a couple plenty dollars and hour, no pressure, really

When the levee breaks take 3...
Meanwhile the heavenly crew is setting up across the hall to shoot video, rented red velvet and Jim build these cooler ghetto foggers for the dry ice...wow...what can he not do...

Barney rubble

...that's what you get now there young lady for wildly waving wooden sticks around...


(hat die Gute sich selbst auf'n Kopp gehauhen mit den Schlagstoeckern, dickes Horn und blau war's, na wenn mann denn auch immer so rumwedelt...)

Oh no Clem just started the pre load empty club Discoparty...

...holy moly what a rockin lovin sweatin fun this was, hung myself on the necklaces with my bass strap, the band left stage and I was stuck...ahhhh Help? Best rock bracelets I saw later at the merch, I used to make them out of my broken strings, these had a nice wire wrap to close the ends. I should really do that again, I have a lot of broken ones...Having the after gig Caspar Carnival debauchery headache with windy road carsick, but that kinda went away then with more head shaking...tomorrow we drive...then load, then Monday I work my undercover jobs...then Thurs we do it again...yeah
Lent starts Wednesday. Oh! the Horror. No Scotch, no Cheese, no Chocolate, I shall be so cranky without my comforts...aaaaarrrrggggg...I promise not to txt on the edge, shaking from sugar withdrawl...Pizza? do not mention that word till Easter.

Heavy (rocker's) thoughts on Love and Loss. Warning V-day spoiler.

While standing on Caspars cliff overlooking the Pacific, big big waves today sun and it smells like cut eucalyptus, I think of the reasons people dance, scream and generally shake their heads till whiplash (that might just be me). I know I dance to remember trust and rock to forget death, so what ever their reason, last night I needed to be with others, rocking dancing and screaming. Because even if I were so lucky as to find my mate one day, that other day one of us will see the solemn doctors face coming out of surgery again delivering the blow to the waiting love of a life. But, what a life it can be...here is to my favorite spy Uncle who died with an open heart, full of love, to my art Aunt who showed me over the holidays how it looks like when two smile at each other who know love and a life oh so full of it.

Reibekuchen forever.

das ist hard zu uebersetzen aber ich versuchs:

Wärend ich an Caspars Klippe in Mendocino über dem Pazifik stehe (grosse Wellen, heute mal endlich Sonne, und es riecht wie frisch gefällter Eukalyptus) denke ich an die Gründe, warum Menschen tanzen, schreien und in der Regel den Kopf schütteln, bis zum Schleudertrauma (das kann natürlich nur mein Ding sein). Ich weiß ich tanze um mich an Vertrauen zu erinnern und rocke um den Tod zu vergessen, was auch immer der Grund, letzte Nacht habe ich es gebraucht, mit anderen zu sein die rocken, tanzen und schreien. Denn auch wenn ich mit viel Glück eines Tages den Meinigen finde, da wird eines anderen Tages ein Arzt mit traurigem Gesicht in den Flur kommen um einem von uns beiden den grossen Schlag zu versetzen das die Liebe des Lebens fort ist. Aber was für ein Leben  es sein kann...ich hebe mein Glass auf meinen Lieblings-Spion Onkel, er starb mit offenen Herzen, voller Liebe, auf meine meine Kunst-Tante, die mir über die Feiertage gezeigt hat, wie es aussieht, wenn zwei einander anlächeln die Liebe kennen und ein Leben hatten, oh so voll davon.

Reibekuchen für immer.

DNA sang

They messed up my mascara with the stars are blue duett. Nice. Go see them in SF...

Tampa, rain

We all slept till noon, guess the travel vs rock ration on this trip is 127 vs 3 and somewhat tiring us...or the fact that it stopped being so dry and cold we had injured noseinsides...way to change climates...Clem and I had to make the hard movie pick decisions of: has Clem slept through it and will Nila kill herself after, 'Taking Woodstock and The Invention of Lying' then...

Ahhh, done playing the Party and now I'm watching a naked Girl on the sidestage in white, high platform boots and a renaissance hoopskirt (Seethrough) getting wax poured onto her lovely exposed body by her tatooed black Angel winged Boy...reminds me of times when Bottom had an opener in Detroit waaaay back at PURPLE rain princes venue that screwed a 9 volt in her HOOHA (see http://www.theonion.com/content/news/renowned_hoo_ha_doctor_wins_nobel) and then bit on it to make it glow, the naked skinny flexible one on a bed of nails folding himself into a Fellationial Selfmade-man (really, I saw it up close, I mean, would you ever leave the house?)...

Question of Morals, darn

Dear Sushi Chef, thank you for wearing your Wedding band so I would only dance a few steps with you thinking of him...