Sunday, Jan. 17, 1999
London, England, U.K.
Whatsup? I don't remember where I left off so I'll just go backwards from
here. Today were on the bus all day on our way to Brussels, so it is sort of a
day off. Yesterday we did a photo shoot in Trafalgar Square Where we had pigeons
swarming all over us, like literally five to seven pigeons on each arm. Dexter
and Ron were even letting them sit on their heads. I hated it! Pigeons are like
flying rats to me, I Can't stand them. Only one of us got pooped on though and
it wasn't me.
Later that day Higgins and I went to "guitar row" on Denmark Street near Soho.
Higgins showed me this bootleg Offspring record he bought earlier in the day.
Now I have mixed feelings about bootlegs. While I do agree that it is criminal
to make money off someone else's work without letting them in on some of the
spoils, I think that there are way too many far more important injustices in the
world that need to be rendered. What sucks most about bootlegs is that they are
always of such shit quality. This particular copy that Higgins showed me is
fucking embarrassing. The cover is a tenth generation copy of a black and white
newsprint photo that is at least ten years old. What's worse is I look like a
total swamp-thing hippie creature. Worst of all is the horrifying sound quality
of the rerecordings of all the recordings. Add to all this the lame-ass title
and marketing slogans on the cover that we would never in a million years
approve of, and you have yourselves one big pile of embarrassing poop. If you
get a chance, pick one up.
On Friday night we Played at The Brixton Academy here. Its a pretty cool
venue, we've been there a few times. The last time we played there some little
fucker stole my glasses. I jumped down into the pit so that the audience could
help me play guitar and they pulled me in and tried to steal my wallet and
glasses. They didn't get my wallet though. This time the crowd was a bit more
cordial. It was in fact the best crowd we've ever had there. That sort of thing
always makes our job easier, so we played a decent show.
Afterwards there was a party in the bar upstairs. Gizz from Janus Stark/Prodigy
fame was there and told me how getting the wife to make gravy can lead to a
really good "noshing." Go figure? There was also a young lady with a mohawk of
various colors. She was about as tall as me in her knee-high motorcycle boots
and as thin as a rail. She had on a sparkling silver top, which bared her
midriff, and a short skirt or shorts, I don't remember which. From out of her
boot she produced a magic wand and, with very animated gestures, granted me all
I could wish for in the coming year. I thanked her very much and we parted
company. On my way out of the bar I was following this bloke who was wearing a
really cool button-up shirt that had dice for buttons and a devil on the back
with spark plugs for horns. I remember wondering where I could get a shirt like
that. This bloke and I got stopped at the door of the bar where he shook my hand,
said he enjoyed the show, and asked me if I wanted to swap shirts. Wo Dad,
Tinkerbell is a punker!
Noodles and the guys.
Friday, Jan. 22, 1999
Howdy, gang. We played here last night to a pretty good audience. They
couldn't seem to get enough. Both this show and the one the night before in
Paris were devastatingly hot. I think we all lost about five pounds each night.
The Paris audience was phenomenal. France has been great to us and this was one
of our best shows there so far. Unfortunately Dexter has fallen a bit under the
weather. Its no big deal really -- when you travel in such close quarters with
so many people, illness simply has a way of making the rounds. I've fought it
off twice now myself.
We are joined on this tour by a band that I'm sure many of you know called
Sprung Monkey. They are from San Diego, California, and have been able to win
over the European audiences every night. Some pretty fucking nice guys too.
Another band we toured with in the U.K. was called Caffeine. They are a British
band with an Italian singer/bass player. They really got the audiences going
with their cover of Dead Or Alive's "You Spin Me Around." They also kind of
reminded me of Big Drill Car, a great So-Cal band that you don't hear enough of
these days. The band that opened for us last night is called Gold Blade. We got
a wacked out bunch of guys here. They're kind of like The Clash meets The Cramps
meets The Specials. Very energetic and fun. We will meet up with them again in
A couple of nights ago we celebrated Greg K's birthday at a Mexican
restaurant in Paris on our night off. We had almost the whole crew with us
trudging through the streets and subways of Paris like some marauding gang. We
all had a good time in spite of trying to order Mexican food in French (if you
really want good Mexican food you have to get it in Mexico or California). My
birthday is in two weeks and Ron's is just four days before that. We will be in
Italy by then so good food should be no problem.