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out here in oakland

Hey. I thought I'd drop in since I haven't in a while and ramble off whatever comes to mind.

We are still progressing with the new record. Surely I understand what it's like to have to wait for a new recording for what seems like forever. I mean, how often does Tool or Trent release something right? We're not trying to torture you. I swear. In the meantime....

I drank a hot chocolate...well I took about four sips of a hot chocolate from this new chocolate store. It was vegan. It was chocolatey. Chocolate isn't really my best thing and this melty warmness was so damn ritch I couldn't hang. For all you chocolate fanatics out there it would have been sex.

Adam and Jmann had a lovely dinner last night. Our waitress was a female Woody Alan with an extreme gesticulation problem.

Read a great Mars Volta piece. Love those guys.

I got some purple orchids. I went to the gym. I actually went to the gym on Monday with RJ as well. We're both still sore from that. We'd both make good torturers.

I tried to get Hunter this amazing prince shirt but someone outbid me by one cent.

I'm looking forward to being completely destroyed by The Ring 2 as the first one rattled me horribly.

Other than that, it's all writing and rehearsing.

"You've gone too far this time, now I'm dancing on the Valentine."

DXH

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when he was a teenage boy something got caught in his throat

Adam and Jmann and I had a great dinner tonight. We really put it away.

A very nice girl happened to be having her 20th bday meal there and spoke to us in the lobby. She lives in Rome. She spoke to Tim Burton and equated her nervousness then with that which she had whilst speaking to me. That was strange. She had nice earings. Anna was her name.

A lovely bartender complimented us with some AME.

I went to visit some friends at their show. I did not chip a nail.

It seems that everything "Closer" is great and the latest art with this title is filled with great dialogue and a Natalie Portman that is TO DIE FOR.

People are dying all around us here in the bay. It's really terrible. Their memories will be with us.

Hey, just some advice for you Ask AFI'rs....make it short. The chances of me reading the long questions are not so good. It happens, but infrequently.

Drink Soy Nog instead. It's delicious and didn't come our of a cow's reproductive parts!

DXH

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My Face Hurts Real Bad!

Well, not REAL bad. I'm just whining. I went to the dentist today. He gave me some sort of preventative fillings which I thought meant no drilling but, oh no. Much, mad silly drilling. I then went to practice and sung for hours hence the complaining about my face. Oh, and my upper right lip is immobile so I look like I'm doing the Billy Idol snarl all the time. It's not pretty.

I'm also doing my best to fight off yet another cold but I think I'm going to beat it. I've stayed out of the gym both today and yesterday (which makes me crazy) and I'm drinking gallons of Odwalla's Superfood. For those of you who are unmfamiliar with that, it looks like your drinking The Swamp Thing...but it doesn't tast that much like him. I'm already in my PJ's now and it's only 7:30. Good job huh?

But you why would you be interested in any of that? We've been writing and/or rehearsing every day. The songs are coming along really well and we already have many to choose from for the next album which I think should get to ya'll springish. It's really exciting. The voice is doing well and I'm training to make sure that it stays that way. I received all your lovely cards and gifts and sent out a bunch of thank you letters. Hopefully you're getting those by now.

I've seen some great shows. I got to see the TA record release in Hollywood which was amazing. Got to hang with R.J. and Wedge a bit in LA which is always nice. R.J. came home with me to see Neurosis play for three hours in SF. Jarboe accompanied them. Needless to say it was fantastic.

Not too much ohter than that. I just wanted to drop a line and let you all know that we still exist and are looking forward to seeing you in San Diego!

pet your cat

DXH

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sweetest perfection

David Gohan sings as I write this. I just wanted to drop in and say hello to everyone. We're in the middle of the forever tour and I haven't had much time to get to the board. I'm not positive if the other guys have or haven't been around but if they haven't it's on account of all our mad business. I'm just putting some cd's on my ipod and getting ready for bed.

All the shows so far have been so wonderful thanks to all of you. It's been great meeting you too. Of course, it's always a pleasure. Oh, man, I almost forgot, I've been hoping you all could help out with this. The following in no way regards headwalking, crawling on the crowd while pointining and singing along or stylish diving.....Please, please help stop crowd surfing at our shows. It's a product of car comercials not any music scene that we have anything to do with, and it drives us crazy...especially while playing the slower songs. Nothing bums me out like seeing someone crowd surfing while singing songs that hold such personal meaning for me. Anyway...I didn't mean for this to be a rant, just thought you all could help. Spread the word.

So yeah, the shows have been really fun. While in London we got to see Nick Cave play which was quite the pleasant surprise.

The radio shows were a great experience. I got to see so many amazing bands - Jane's Addiction, Deftones, Foo Fighters, White Stripes, Interpol, Hot Hot Heat. Good Times. We made a lot of new friends too. Unfortunaltely I missed Rancid because they were playing while I was warming up, but I'll have pleanty of opportunities starting the day after tomorrow on Warped. I'm very much looking forward to hanging with those boys.

Well, I really just wanted to say hi. I've gotta finish packing. Hope to see you all along the way.

DXH

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One for ya'll

This question was raised as I was answering yours so I figured I'd see what you guys thought:

How many times will Davey Havok press play before realizing the new cd he just got is actually a dvd?

god

DXH

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jet boy

Much better than jet lagged, as I am currently. I have a beard and there's no sign of sleep coming anytime soon. My roots are terrible. I must get it together. Laundry is happening.

We just returned from Australia this morning. The last few weeks of tour were great and it was really nice to get to meet more of ya'll df'ers. We ate at a very good vegan Chinese restaraunt in Sydney - Mother Cho's. Mother Cho was an 83 year old Chinese woman who took multiple pictures with us before we left. She had her arm around me and when I thought that the picutres were done and tried to leave, she easily restrained me. Strong, that four foot eighty something woman was.

Movies on planes are horrible.

Listen to The Mars Volta.

DXH

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This is the east bay damn it!

So why is it so hot? Man, it was cooler in LA.

I just got home, I am jet lagged. I am listening to a very good song by a new EBM super group - Bruderschaft.

I'm hopin' Paul Hands and RJ show up before my folks show up.

This is all truly rivetting isn't it?

Thank you so much everyone for giving us the experience of winning a VMA. It was really fun and bizarre evening. After the shock of being handed a Moon Man by Mr. Pop himself I found myself gazing into the eyes of James Hettfield. Many crazy godnesses happened.

We immediately returned to Europe after walking off the VMA set wherein I ate fewer Ritter Sports than I would have liked, but more than I should have.

Really just wanted to say hello. See you all in a few weeks.

Thanks for being a part.

DXH

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Hello all.

It has recently been brought to my attention by my dear friends in Bleeding Through that, as a result of "The Leaving Song Pt. II" video, a small amount of people at our shows have been x'ing up their hands despite not being a part of the straight edge movement. This is terribly lamentable and wholy unacceptable. The x's seen in the video affilliate people to a movement. They are not a symbol of AFI. Do not wear them unless you understand their meaning. It is wrong to do so and potentially dangerous.

A public service announcement from

DXH

PS: the tour's going great, shows have been awesome, I have a cold in my nose and Chuck gave me dice last night.

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Nils and Trevor came to hold hands and hang art. They left early this morning (a time which we in our circle consider to be last night) and cartoons with Francis and Sam ensued thereafter. I myself leave early tomorrow morning (a time which we in our circle consider to be obscene) so I figured I'd spill one more of these for you before they became infrequent yet again.

AFI will momentarily converge in LA tomorrow and tour begins. We're all looking forward to hitting yall's cities which we haven't been to in quite some time. Being with SOIA again will be fantastic and having D&D will only make it better. I'm trying to find some new eye shadow for the occasion and taking a bit to decide which earlets and plugs to bring. Mundane and insignificant? Quite possibly...but hey, Hepburn would understand..as would Lou and Dan.

Ryan just informed me that I need to see Smoking Aces. I don't really know much about it other than its inclusion of Piven and Common. Common's tall. Nils turned me on to Amy Winehouse which I'm really enjoying. I read in the new MOJO, which includes a good article on Ian Curtis, that Nick Cave has a new project which I'm very much looking forward to and I'm thrilled to hear about JAMC performances as well as a new My Bloody Valentine. The year in music is looking up.

I believe I saw a cyber girl recently walking the Berkeley streets, nearby I was once told I was a powerful wizard by a homeless person.

I've got SO much more to say....but not in this forum. I'm gonna go write it on the walls....and get juice.

Fuck a cold, 

DXH

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...hey did you know that there's a theatre here in the east bay in which old people urinate on seats which are then simply left to dry? Yep. Really makes you wanna eat that popcorn that fell in your lap....I'm not even gonna finish the prior thought. I prefer Ed Norton's whimsical Illusionist for a good prestidigitation film though there's no lack of eye candy in the Easter Bunny

film.

There's a piece of cake that's been haunting me all day..It's next to me now. Vegan Vanilla Bean. hmmm..

I really felt like I had SOMETHING this time...I was wrong....oh well. Fed lots of nothing and kept dessert for myself, what a whore, DXH

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The Fire's Fine. Lose Those Trunks and Come On In.

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Last night was the second time I attended. The first event took place approximately a year ago.

Rolling up to the warehouse in west oakland at midnight is unsettling. You find yourself in one of those run down industrial areas where lowered cars stop in the middle of the intersections to partake in business that I feel is best to leave as a mystery. The only vegetation to be found in the sprawl is the large grassy weed growing up from the muddy ditches that provide a temporary residency

for the cars of the outsiders.

We parked, stepped over the muddy greenery into the industrial night ,and approached the warehouse, our entrance announced by the sound of hundreds of motorcycles arriving before us. Gutter punks littered the urban path and the bikers stood as sentries to the door - this was their event. You could hear explosions from within reverberate from well outside the metal walls. It would have been no surprise to run into Mad Max in the unpaved parking lot behind the gates. We didn't, but I think I saw his understudy inside.

The warehouse was a towering expanse of metal. When you entered and pushed your way through the 1000+ crowd the explosions that could be heard from outside sporadically cut through the cacophony of the live, abrasive, art punk with a sharp bang. The walls towered about three stories high and the smoky, gritty, tattooed masses converged around the ring. To the left of the ring the band fedback and shrieked from a makeshift, wooden stage that rose about five feet from the ground. A patchy, denim clad pit moved in front of it. Far to the right of the ring a giant orange devil's tale of fire whipped into the warehouse heavens. Joining the flames were bolts of lightning spidering from ed to scatter but there was no where to go. It crept directly into the masses.

Proceeding the automobile were the rogues of the Extra Action Marching Band whom both physically and sonically assaulted the crowd. (Randy pushed Sam into a very nearby trombone player.) Now get this, and I kid you not...jutting from the roof of the creeping car was a stripper pole (why my writing keeps coming back to stripper poles I cannot say) to which a female stripper and a drag queen were attached. Atop the hood and the trunk posed two other girls and all four were wearing matching silver, sequenced outfits and held Pom Poms. The cheerleaders had arrived in style and as they usurped the ring, the band leader and some players took over the stage. There were some pointless attempts at stopping the guerilla pep squad but soon the struggle was lost and as the band broke into a blaring version of Sabbath's "Sweet Leaf," the girls lead the crowd in a synchronized pom pommed extravaganza from the center of the ring. Most of the band was right on top of us onlookers. Brass slides whizzed by our eyes, occasionally obscuring the sight of a sequenced, spread eagled queen or a high kicking, scantily clad, painted, tattooed Miss. What more could you ask for?

Sometime after 3am, when our group had gone home, there were guns drawn in the warehouse. I'm not sure if they were discharged but I don't believe anyone was shot.

It was one of the best parties I've ever been to.

In other news, see Brick when it comes to a theater near you.

I can't believe they don't have one of those nice little pictures of the album I'm listening to. Alan Vega would be sad.

Baby baby baby he's a blazing away,

DXH

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I'm a cookie motherfucker.

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This hour is certainly not unfamiliar to me but having tricked my body into only about four hours of sleep last night, it may as well be 6am. Perfect time to write really. In any other state I might write something halfway intelligible or concise and who wants that? I'll stick to my somnambulist prose.

Last night began with RJ, Shalon and the Circus. Although I find the standing Vegas shows a bit more outstanding, the touring companies are still quite spectacular and I've always found the tents to be romantic. Seeing them dropped amidst the cities at the feet of the highrises or glowing, striped, in the industrial outskirts always gives me a strange sense of longing. Please forgive me for sounding a bit silly (and this feeling may very well come from a longtime love for Darks Carnival) but they really seem magical to me - they seem to expound that age old call of "come join the circus." I have very much already done so in a way, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't wish I could do a triple flip off a giant bed into a handstand on the head board all while avoiding three friends executing the same feat. The performers are amazing. Whenever I witness a show I truly feel I've failed in my role as human being. The things our bodies can do are unbelievable...and by "our bodies" I do mean those of the living super heros who bring cirque du soleil to life. Watching it always brings tears to my eyes, whichever the show. (Last night's event was Corteo.) If one comes near you, you must go. If not, get yourself to vegas sometime. "O" is one of the most amazing shows of any kind that I've ever seen. Ever. Ever in my life. Seriously.

All the performers are painfully hot too, so that doesn't hurt.

After recovering from a bit to much popcorn, RJ,sure to The Dear and Departed that morning. I'm certainly looking forward to more and can't wait to see him step up to the frontman position I know he'll naturally own. I fell asleep around five but was unfortunately awakened at nine. I was in the midst of an inexplicable dream where I was laying on a couch with Britney Spears when I heard two identical, haunting noises. They were somewhat similar to the "whoo" an owl makes yet they sounded somehow human. It certainly seemed as if they came from within my room. I have a feeling they were in my head but, either way, I blame this unsettling spectral alarm clock for my current exhaustion....and you may blame it for this writing. Perhaps I need to get me a salt circle around the bed.

and in the mundane... Mr. Sheric D, in his typical late fashion, has stood up his

bay area family this evening. I'm quite disappointed as I love his company and have missed it very much since his defection to Portland but I understand. He's been working on something exciting that will bring a bit more of Sheric to everyone - yourselves included. Tommy Love will be having dinner with us all tomorrow. Timmy Stardust still has what it takes (as Valentine's at Mr. Aoki's night made clear). Mr. Adam Carson and I have found ourselves on each other's sides of the bay at the same time, twice this week. It's a shame, I miss that man as well. Sammy had an amazing last show with ABO and I'm looking forward to an amazing show from both the Wolfchild and Mr. Eldritch in the near future. Our beloved Nick 13 is touring with the one and only MOZ ( I need not explain how phenomenal that is) and NYC had best prepare itself for a visit from Ryan Wilson this week. He's gonna make shoes look like candy and I'm sure you'll want to eat them both.

I love the Buff Monster. I'm going to go flirt with that pretty lady from Your Enemies Friends now.

Don't ask why... DXH

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aaaaaaaand, we're rolling

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Oh deary me am I tired. This one shall be quick for the brain is but a theoretical resident of my head at this moment. See...I just wrote that. That sucks...but shall remain.

I'm in Tokyo. The japanese gentlemen next to me on the flight over did this neat trick where he took an average newspaper and turned it into a percussion instrument simply by reading it. I mean, that's if you consider the nap destroying, wrinkling sound to be percussive. I do. At the very least it can be considered abrasive. It was also quite noteworthy that somehow through making his reading sing, he took a seemingly flat newspaper and turned it into a huge spherical mass of print and sound. He was quite the talent - a fine artist and a musician.The wakefulness at least afforded me the best airplane soup I've ever had. It was asparagus.

So here I am high above a blinking metropolis, delirious and full of macrobiotic vegan treats courtesy of some very thoughtful loved ones.

NZ and OZ were fantastic. Thank you all who made it so.

and in closing, for all the cards, presents, and interwebically magical BDAY messages....thank you everyone. It really does make me feel nice.

dreaming of bags of japanese fashion, DXH

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Hope you brought a toothebrush baby, this could take all night

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Getting called a faggot by an over-pumped, tan, shirtless, surfer meatmen with suspect tattoos...the threat of the christain right conspiring in a decision to either violently eject me back to Hollywood or hang me from an orange tree as warning to others of our kind†who might otherwise consider†venturing past their†curtain - these were images that historically pervaded when I was faced with going to Orange County. Biggy and Brandan begged to differ. In response to my attitude of "I love ya but fuck ya,"† they would insist " It can be like that, but you have to hang out with us dude. It's different." On the fourth of July, 2005 I acquiesced and found that with the perfect people, even that potentially threatening community can show a "dark baby" (as I believe Biggy has named my sun shy kind) quite the good time. It can indeed be different. What follows is some of the different I've been involved in†during my fruitful trips to the Orange (Fruitful? Orang? Wish I didn't†write that don't ya?) A mission. They actually call it "The Mission." This is, I believe, a longtime† tradition passed down from HXC kid to HXC kid. For a good time a group of boys swim through the ocean, run across sharp rocks, and scale urchin†laden walls all the while avoiding heli-cops and terrified families who could swear they saw about a thousand tattoos run across their private beach.†Even though you can't hear the†aghast "While I never!" and "Honey, hide the kids," it's definitely written all over their faces. Fantastic! All of the water filled lungs and gouged extremities finally converge to begin the delicate and precise scaling of a 60 foot crag that juts over the ocean. This is not an easy climb. To bent each others own initials. Poor Dan was the only one who was a tattooist. Poor Dub's future girlfriends have to see two boys' initials, in hearts, tattooed...there?Come to think of it, Big Jeff†may have footage. Lucky Jeff.† Recently I went down for a more formal†party. Here's another something different: I was freezing in southern Ca. It was really cold, but not cold enough to account for the hill of snow that people were sledding down, yet not warm enough to warrant the presence of the Chillie the Elephant who was stomping†blonde girls around the party grounds. Death Cab†For Cutie played as Dan and Nills†sandwiched me on a Ferris Wheel. Nils confessed his distaste for Ferris Wheels, rollercoasters and rides in general. I informed him that if it

had been illimidate Dan would have just totally won.(Nils baby, you know I still love you.) †Cotton Candy and Popcorn were served alongside a horrifying, yet† unfortunatley popular In N Out Burger stand. Although I've never seen an episode of the OC, Nick informed me that we were pretty much living an episode. It was quite surreal.

I mean, simply hanging out in a parking lot down there can†sometimes lead to making out in the bushes with a good friend and a perfect stranger or watching†that same friend†prove that, even with a pink cast he can pitch a shake onto belligerent, drunk, party girl from about ten feet away. It was amazing and she totally deserved it.†You should have been there.

I'm in Ukiah. At this point I suppose you may be asking "Why? Oh Why did you make us read all the pointless OC garbage if you're not even there?" Well, I actually haven't been there for quite some time, and to be honest, isn't all of this pointless? Self indulgent? Implicitly arrogant?.Maybe.†Everything's pointless in the end.†Yet I digress.... See, the thing is Nick brought up something that I thought about upon descending into this little Hamlet that through it's nothingness, gave birth to the afi, Tiger Army and many a wonderful person. Nick has often theorized that Orange Count †is quite like our hometown except that the children behind the curtain had access to far better recreational activities than we did. There are parallels. I think the isolation of both areas brought about similar personalities. Here you might see someone shoot a bottle rocket from their penis off a rooftop. There someone might instead simply light themselves afire and jump from a hotel room into a pool. The small town allowed for midnight ice blocking at the golf course - which I, btw, never did. (Cold nights, wet grass and soggy Ben Davis clinging to my butt just didn't appeal to me.) There the boys would just sneak†into the water parks. Basically, what†I'm saying is that if†the OC and Ukiah crews combined forces we'd make a nice little†book club. Actually, I don't know what I'm saying. Ask Nick, hell explain. ††So, here I am back in the motherland, writing because I've been a bit neglectful of feeding the pet blog. I fear†its stomach must have shrunken and I am grossly over-feeding it.† Though I've spent many a turkacide away I manage to make it back here every year for the Great Santa Day. It's always strange for me to come back here. These holidays can be quite emotional. You know it's true. No matter what you believe in or don't believe, the cold air pushes it into you this time of year. The air here is very pervasive. I drive past the airport where I shook like a newborn through my first kiss. I can't avoid it. It's on the way into town. I find myself

content with my family, overstuffing myself with vegan molasses cookies that Mom made and finding comfort in those who†demand nothing of me and ask very little. I find myself hiding tears from my mother when the overwhelming memories of my Grandfather sitting in his rocking chair, laughing over the love of his grandchildren, come rushing in unwanted as she, unknowingly, arranges†the†poinsettias on the kitchen table. I find myself hiding tears from myself when the mundane memory of†sitting on a curb, post-skate,†and eating†Dino Pebbles from the box with†Chalker while starving for something more -something glamorous, something, gritty - retrospectively screams of an innocence and excitement†that was unique to that†moment. Those moments.† I couldn't imagine having remained here. Coming back is not an option. To say that I don't belong is an understatement†yet, when Michael told me the folks might move in a few years, I must admit†it did touch me a little.†The†thought of not†inviting this December valley air to fill me once a year is a bit sad. There's great love here. There's great loneliness. I guess it's not so different from the rest of the world.

The cats are eyeing me. It must be time for a song. Enjoy the air..... DXH

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Click Those Rubies, You Don't Want Them Near This One

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I had vowed never to return to the Ave again but I swear, I'm not going back this time. It's always a risk. At the very least the scent of incense and patchouli that hangs heavy around the hippies and college kids ( whom on a sunny school day pack the dirty street like a third world market place) should be enough to keep me away. That scent is the best to be hoped for.

Today it was rainy. If a trip must be made, the rain makes the Ave a bit safer to visit. It's emptier in the rain. There's less people - less hippies, less street merchants, less halfhumans pushing "doses, shrooms, doses", sotto voce, to anyone who doesn't look like they came from a Jcrew add. Fuck you, by the way. The presumption will never cease to make my skin crawl and I hope you die...

Anyhow, I had to go to the Ave. I had to because there's this new jewelry I'm working towards and, well I needed Carrie or Tim to help with the first step. I made it into the back room without a hitch. I found Carrie eating a salad. Carrie is safe. Salad is safe. Safe.

She informed me of all the cute little boys she pierced that are in love with me. I told her she might wanna take advantage of that. I told her I needed her to put some boring, intermediate, jewelry in my ears but that, despite hot showers, soap and sex lube what I had "was too big and hurt when I tried to put it in."

"That's what she said..er..he said" stuttered Carrie. Hm.

Onward we stretched, and other than by the pain that still lingers, I left the trip unscathed....but was that good enough for me? Ohhh nooo.

I thought: "you know, you made it this far and nothing too horrible has happened. Take your stupid throbbing lobes home and call it a day."ble Smith encounter when we went to hang with David and The Loved Ones and have been keeping good gym company with RJ. It's Garimbone's birthday tonight so I must get dolled up a bit. If you're an interested receiver I might be crashing a live105 catastrophe this evening with Francis and Shem. I think TLR may be hosting some hold'em after. You should come. Degenerate with us.

With vegan sundae dreams and airwave destinations,

DXH

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Do You Sound Angry When You...?

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Who needs special K? Really, sing all day. Sing high and loud and then spend a few hours channelling that breathy femme fatal in each and every one of you, and you'll find yourself deeper in a trance hole than an early 90's Limelight fixture. I'm lost, the past days and days of singing has gotten me quite deep into somnambulance. The traveling probably hasn't helped either. I've found myself screaming at elevator doors and menacing my friends with loud serenades of Oliver Twist solos. Oh, it's gas.

A very nice gentleman by the name of Milton who works at one of my favorite

macro haunts gifted me a cupcake yesterday morning. I kept it in it's cute little plastic bubble casing all day, sequestered it away in it's perfect cupcake atrium til I decided it's time was up last night. It tasted like the atrium I believe. I'm told it made me taste like one of those toy balloons used to tie into Dachshunds. W onderful.

At the restaurant I ran into Toby from H20 (he was with a nice gentleman named Michael who starred in True Romance), a still anonymous blonde girl with huge, pretty, blue eyes who I smile at often of late, and the old man that I think looks like Charles Bukowski - though Nick 13 and Adam argue that what he has in common with Charles is the fact that he's old and a man - who is always there. Every time I eat there, he's there. Morning, afternoon, night, he's there. It's bizarre.

I sang on Nick 13's record last week. It was a good time. I got some high quality hang time with Joe and Jerry together for the first time since DU was tracked. The Tiger Army record is going to be fantastic. Nick's voice is beautiful and his melodies are the same. I actually got to sing with an extremely talented gentleman for a few of the songs as well. I'll let Nick let you know who that was himself.

SNL was absolutely fabulous. The cast and everyone involved with the show were warm, welcoming and lovely. My mother told me today that the show first aired the year I was born. I feel as if I began watching around the same time I was enjoying Sesame Street and the wonders of kindergarden. Being on the show was a dream come true and, simply.. really, really fun. Jeremy Piven was very friendly and had quite the nice physique to go with his amiable personality.

The day before I spent shopping and hitting my favorite vegan spots. My recreational activities after the performance had me out til about six thirty am. I would go into detail, but I wasted too much of your time on plastic flavored pastries already. Good times were had.

the cupcake had it's redemption today through the delightful taste of it's peer fucking cupcakes DXH

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A Robot Stole My Sandwich

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The painful thing really is that last night was all me. The cause of the prior night's wakefulness was purely external, purely environmental, however last night there was really no good reason for me not to pass out as soon as I shut my eyes. They'd been watering all day in an attempt to convince me to give

them some time off having only received 3 hours rest the night before....and yet, I've been awake since, oh, about 5:30am. Thus, I am afforded time to type this. So if you hate it, direct all hateful comments to my philinsomnic (yep, made that up) head.

I've actually been meaning to point something out for a while now but it keeps slipping my mind. Just in case someone has mislead you to believe otherwise, crowdsurfing sucks. I would leave it plain and simple like that but, for fear of someone confusing the statement to be only a commentary against aggressive behavior at shows, I shall further clarify. Not to be confused with crowd crawling to sing along, the dying art of stylistic stage diving or the evermore rare headwalking, crowdsurfing is a passive, non emotive "hey mom look at me and how willlllllllld I think I am" behavior. While kick boxing, slamming, singing along and the like are all visceral and emotional responses to music, crowd surfing is, simply, weak. Always has been. There is really no better way to cheapen a live performance than to float like a happy little cloud atop the hands of discomforted show goers. For all those aghast, having been misinformed and tricked into thinking it was cool, or far out, or what ever you crazy kids might call it today, FEAR NOT for you are not too far gone! We at the church of Holylchristrowdsurfingsucks welcome you with loving arms. Now you know...and you know what GI Joe says abouPizza Parlor that serves vegan pizza and vegan cookies. I can't remember where it is, or what it's called, so I guess I'm not good for much. It's like "super Italian name's" Pizza. Maybe a local could help you out.

I spoke to my buddy Jimmy who tour manages Thursday last night. It seems there was a show at the Wiltern with them, Rise Against and Circa Survive. I imagine some of you went. I imagine it was fun. I would have enjoyed seeing all the boys...really would like Mr. Green to release a new album as well. OH! Duran Duran played down the street from our show in RI the other day. Gotta admit, I was a little destroyed when I heard about it (so close, yet so far) but our show was such a good time that the longing was totally overshadowed. Thank you RI.

well, my hair looks like a mossy log...I should go work on that DXH