I’m so incredibly glad Mike’s in town. His tour with Pogo, (the video remixer known most famously for Alice), seemed to have him touring everywhere but the Pacific Northwest, leaving me to miss him even more than usual! (I was quite looking forward to finally meeting Pogo, too, but something went down last week and he had to cancel the rest of the tour and skip back home to Australia. Don’t know what happened yet, but hopefully nothing too dire.) Still, the timing seems perfect, given the onset on fall and its overbearing skies. Even though it’s been several years since we split, I still find there’s something soothing and perfect about him, as if his delightfully puckish and easy-going good nature is literally infectious, an airborne pathogen that makes everything okay.
Tony had a wonderful surprise for me when I arrived in Seattle: two tickets to the beautiful and bizarre Billy Nayer Show, the band that birthed That 1 Guy and one of the best movies of all time, The American Astronaut.
Flanked by Bobbie Lurie and Cory McAbee on the first night of the newest Billy Nayer Show tour. This one’s for you, Mike! We all love you!
REMAINING TOUR DATES:
Everyone should come out and support Mike, a favourite ex, as That 1 Guy at the Tractor Tavern in Ballard tonight!
As Tony said, “More fun that you can shake a moustache or laser beam at. He packs a wallop!”
365: 41 – 10.02.09
Thank you to everyone for the overwhelming response to my post regarding the potentially illegal use of my image in a pro logging campaign. Your support is appreciated and very welcome. I will do my best to keep everyone updated as information comes in. So far I have yet to discover what company it was or even when the campaign ran, but I’ve tracked down the photographer, (a very nice fellow I do not want to damage), though have not yet spoken to him, and have been promised a copy of the poster, which I will likely pick up next week. (I can already tell I’m going to feel uncomfortable having a life sized poster of myself in residence. Creeeeepy.) Everything else is going to have to wait until I get back from my weekend trip to the states.
Which reminds me…
Come out to a show, point us toward where the good food lives, or even just say Hi!
We’ll be arriving in Portland late tonight, probably too late for anything special, but should have almost all tomorrow free for exploration, meeting people, and general bumming about. Our current Things To Visit is a whopping list of two, (Sock Dreams, Voodoo Doughnuts), so we’re open to suggestions. I think we’ll head up to Seattle late Saturday morning or early afternoon, and spend the rest of our weekend there, with a quick Sunday gig stop with Mike in Bellingham on the way back. Bon voyage! I can’t wait to get out of dodge.
February 12, Bend, OR, Silver Moon Brewing Co. (facebook)
February 18, Moscow, IS, John’s Alley (facebook)
February 19, Missoula, MT, The Palace (basement bar) (facebook)
February 20, Bozeman, MT, Filling Station (Girl Talk After Party) (facebook)
February 21, Billings, MT, The Garage at Yellowstone Valley Brewing Co. (facebook)
February 25, Winnipeg, MB, Pyramid Cabaret (facebook)
March 5, Holland, MI, Park Theatre (facebook)
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I’ve started to plan my trip down the coast for That Mike‘s gigs, calling people, asking who’s going to be where, and trying to figure out how to get around.
I really like the idea of spending time out of town on Valentine’s Day, though it means my friends in Seattle might mostly be “busy” elsewhere. Already I’m considering buying another pair of ridiculously skimpy panties to throw at him to celebrate. I’ve never had a pleasant Valentines. One of my better ones involved someone locking me out of the house in the rain. Last year Mike was in playing over in Australia for Valentines, and Stéphane had just died, so I instead of going out, I was effectively single, alone, and in mourning. The highlight of my day was when Ben Peek wrote me into an autobiographical story introduced by a large picture containing the word COCK.
So far things seem to be falling into place. Nick called last night to tell me his van survived the fire somehow unscathed and that he and Nicole want to come as a romantic trip of their own. (That word again.) If it all works out, we’ll drive down to Portland on Thursday morning, love life there for a day, groovy down that night with Mike, drive up to Seattle, groovy with Mike some more, then spend the rest of the weekend drifting happily around Seattle like vacationing techno-hippies, and get back in time for my work on Monday morning. Depending on money, we might even make it down to his Wednesday night gig in Bend, which I find a delightful idea not least because I like the idea of a town named Bend. Seriously. You liked a place so much you decided to settle there, and that’s what you come up with? Bend? I love you guys.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETHEART!
Mike’s birthday was yesterday, and it was the most low key, anticlimactic one yet. He didn’t even have a gig, he spent it driving from Albuquerque to Tucson, ate Subway for lunch and Taco bell for dinner, so I want everyone to comment here with Happy Birthday wishes to make up for it!
November 15 – The Rialto Theatre w/ Buckethead – Tucson, AZ
November 16 – The Clubhouse Music Venue w/ Buckethead – Tempe, AZ
November 19 – McNear’s Mystic Theater w/ Buckethead – Petaluma, CA
November 20 – The Catalyst w/ Buckethead – Santa Cruz, CA
November 21 – Big Fox Night Club w/ Buckethead – Redwood City, CA
November 22 – House of Blues w/ Buckethead – Anaheim, CA