June 2, 2001
Alright! I've already got my first hangover of the tour, and we just got here
last night. We haven't even played one show yet. I figure that before we
actually begin this tour, I better get you all brought up to date. Too late!
This hangover definitely means that this tour has officially begun. And it began
with a bang, let me tell you. Our flight from L.A. to London went fine, but we
arrived to find out that our flight to Lyon had been cancelled. We were then
booked on a flight to De Gaulle airport in Paris where we had to collect our
bags, get on a bus for an hour-plus ride to Orly airport, then finally catch
another flight to Lyon. Of course our bags never made it to either Paris or Lyon
until early this morning. It's all good now though; We are here and raring to
The only thing I must mention before I go is that I went to my first prom
during the break. We actually played at it. It was a special show we did for
KROQ, the local alternative radio station, and it was held at Six Flag's Magic
Mountain, with our friends Weezer also putting in a performance. A bunch of
local high Schools competed for the honor of having KROQ host their prom. Two
schools actually won, so both Weezer and ourselves had to play two sets. We
weren't sure what to expect, but it ended up being a fucking blast. We learned
how to play "Babe" by Styx, you know, because it was for a prom and stuff, not
because we wanted to play that song for years and years, and the audience seemed
to love this. Rob Schneider from the movie "Animal" joined us for the "you can
do it" line. Rob is one of the funniest guys I've ever met. He's even funnier
than Pauly Shore. Weezer was great and we were stoked to be sharing a stage with
them again. Their new song "Hash Pipe" is one of the best songs on the radio
right now. There was only one downside to the whole evening; I'm supposedly some
sort of rock-star, it was my first prom, and I still didn't get laid.
2001 Summer Europe Road Journal - Part 2
June 5, 2001
I haven't slept all night. We just got here. Overnight drive from Holland.
Great crowd. Played Pinkpop festival last night. Tool played. They fucking RULE!
Hard to see from side of stage. Limp Bizkit surprised me. Great show and Fred
was a cool guy. Talked about skating and stuff. Met Wes who's playing I like a
lot. Lots of explosions in their set. Very cool! Tool Rule! New record rules!
Live they RULE! Met Maynard. Doesn't just look like a freak! Really nice guy!
Have you seen the new Fatboy Slim video? The one with Cristopher Walken in it?
Fucking hysterical! Must sleep.
June 9, 2001
Two nights ago we played in Leeds at a small club in front of only about 150
people. Last night we played in front of 40,000 people when we opened up for AC/DC.
That is one of the things that is very important to all of us in this band; That
we get to play both big venues, as well as the smaller, more intimate clubs. I
hope that for as long as we are a band that we continue to get to do both.
The Leeds show was just plain fun! There was no stress involved at all and we
got to tweak the set-list around to suit the smaller venue. We could actually
hear what the people in the back of the venue are yelling at us. We could see
everybody's faces. The only fucked part of the whole evening was that we
couldn't just hang out and have a drink afterwards. We had interviews to do both
before and after the show, then we had to drive back to London.
The AC/DC show was fucking awesome. What a big-time Rock spectacle that was.
It was our first time experiencing anything like that. We were afraid that an AC/DC
crowd might not get what we were about, but they were great for us and we really
had a good time on that stage. Then we went out to watch the legends do their
thing. Fucking-A! (Spell-check just accepted the word fucking-a) I thought I
worked hard on stage every night, Hah! Angus is a fucking MADMAN! The guy never
stops, and the rest of the band is right there with him. They have statues,
blow-up dolls, cannons, fire works, huge TV screens, and one big ass bell. I
felt like that Chris Farley character from Saturday Night Live, the one who
interviews Paul McCartney, "Sooo Aaawwsome!" We've got two more shows with them.
I can't wait!
2001 Summer Europe Road Journal - Part 3
June 14, 2001
Hell-sink-I! Hell sink I. I'm sinking into Hell. Dexter flew home for a
couple of days for some family business. I'm not sure if I pity him for having
to travel more, or envy him for being able to leave the circus for a short
respite. The rest of us ended up with a couple of days off, but I always find it
so hard to switch gears from work to pleasure. Maybe that's because I find my
work to be so pleasing. I can't handle more than one day off in the middle of a
tour. The only reason I go on tour is because I love the work, i.e. playing
shows. Here we are with one travel day and then two days of nothing.
With all of this time off a bunch of us wanted to go to St. Petersburg, only
we were told that, "You can't get there from here." So we decided to go to
Estonia, which is a former Soviet republic. We ended up taking a ferry to the
city of Talinn. It was a pretty enough city, and we got to see this really old
wall. The antique shops all had a bunch of Soviet and Nazi memorabilia, which we
decided we didn't need, especially if it came with any kind of karma attached.
After a while it just started to feel like a travel day, and I started to deal
with it as such.
We found our first bar nestled inside a tower that was part of the old wall.
The tower and the rest of the wall were built in the 1300's. The beer was of a
more recent vintage. From there we went to Molly Malone's in the "old" part of
town for a couple of Guinnesses. From there it all starts to get hazy. I know
that we left Fitzjoy asleep at Molly's, but I don't know what happened to
everyone else. We all just kind of got separated. Luckily I found the really
nice taxi driver who first picked us up at the ferry terminal. He asked me when
I needed to be back at the terminal, so I told him I had an hour before my ship
left. He showed me a flier for a "Burlesque Club" and told me about his friend
who apparently owned and operated it. I figured what the Hell, I didn't have
much time left in Estonia, what kind of trouble could I possibly get into?
Now, if you've read my last tour journal, then you know that I'm not new to
these types of establishments. I don't frequent them often (honestly, Honey, I
don't) but I have experienced them more than once or twice. It is also important
for you all to understand the difficulty with which I had communicating with
this Estonian cab-driver. About the only thing I think I understood him saying
was when he kept pointing to the aforementioned flier and saying, "Yeah!
Fuckie-fuckie okay." Of course I understood that to mean, "Yeah! Right! There is
NO sex in the Champagne Room." So I just let him drive.
After about fifteen minutes of watching the city disappear into suburbs, I
started to wonder where the hell this guy was taking me. By now even I could
tell that we were way off the beaten path. Finally, as we're heading down this
dirt alleyway, he turns into what looks like the parking area of some sort of
condominium. I'm wondering where the neon lights are. Where's the painting of a
big old set of red lips, or at least a broken-heart with an arrow through the
pieces? Instead of some club, we pulled into the driveway of some apartment
building. The cabbie runs to the door and knocks on it. One of those little
barred peepholes opens up and he whispers into it while frantically waving his
hands about. When the door opens a couple of the cabbie's friends rush out and
usher me into what looks like some Huntington Beach duplex. It costs me the
equivalent of about five US dollars to get in, before they take me upstairs and
charge me another five for a beer. All the while that this is going on, I'm
wondering "What kind of weird underworld shit have I gotten myself into?"
From the small bar area in the upstairs hallway I can see through a doorway
into a room that appears to be set up for "exotic dancing." As I'm finally being
served my $10 beer, doors start opening all over the apartment complex. Some
doors are only covered by curtains, and some of the rooms behind actual doors
have curtained off sections behind them. From behind all these doors and
curtains emerge women who look nothing like the women on my new friend's flier.
Beer in hand, I'm now quickly ushered into the "dancing" room. This room is
lined with sofas on each wall, and has an incredibly small stage and pole in one
corner. I smile, say hello, and just generally act polite toward a couple of the
women who are all sitting on the sofas, smoking cigarettes, and looking very
bored. More women emerge from the shadows like cockroaches into a kitchen after
the lights are shut off. I have to admit it, at this point I'm just plain scared.
Like I said, none of these women were the ones I saw on the flier. These
women all looked like they'd just gone ten rounds with Tyson, and Kicked His ASS!
It is finally dawning on me just exactly where I am. This is not what I thought
it was. There are no Champagne Rooms here. These girls are not here to dance for
dollars. This is the Real Deal. I am in a Whorehouse! My first instinct is to
simply head for the door, but that would be rude. Nor did I want to be perceived
as a wuss. Besides, I've never been to a House of Ill Repute before, and I have
to admit, I was intrigued. Okay, in all honesty, I was afraid that these women,
along with their male cohorts, would kill me if I didn't at least spend some of
my money there.
While I was contemplating my chances of escaping alive, music began to blare
out of somewhere as the only passable-looking "dancer" took the stage. I tried
to feign interest, but mostly I tried to get rid of all my Estonian money, all
the while smiling at the "ladies" like I didn't have a care in the world. As the
song ended I stood up, probably a bit too quickly, and walked out into the bar
area. My taxi-driving friend was arguing with one of the men of the
establishment, probably about the type of clientele, or lack thereof, being
brought to such an esteemed place. I looked at the driver and pointed to my
watch, trying to convey that I was needed elsewhere immediately. They tried to
get me to stay a while longer, but I think they sensed that I was having none of
the business that they had to offer. When I finally got out of there, My friend
the taxi driver only charged me a $100 for the fifteen minute ride back to the
ferry. I paid it gladly.
Ah yes! The glamorous lifestyle that is rock and roll, but I'm also reminded
of the joke about the guy who couldn't even get laid in a whorehouse. I'm
somehow proud of the fact that I'll never be confused with Charlie Sheen.
2001 Summer Europe Road Journal - Part 4
June 18, 2001
I woke up this morning only to find that my head had split apart like the two
halves of an overstuffed suitcase, and all its contents lay strewn around my
room like an impossible assortment of laundry, books, magazines, videos, CDs,
empty bottles and overflowing ashtrays. My first thought was,"Not Again,"
followed by the realization that all this crap I'm lugging around in there is
becoming increasingly more difficult to organize in a way so that it all fits.
I'm learning to pack a light suitcase, but my head is pretty fucking full right
now, and I never can seem to find in it what I need, when I need it. What time
is it? 3:00 am or pm (they look the same in the arctic circle, where we were
yesterday)? What day is it? Where are we today? Tomorrow? Yesterday? Just put us
on an airplane and get us to the show! You better fucking hurry!
We are starting to Really feel at home on the stage. We are starting to joke
around and fuck with each other during our set more often. As for me, I know
where all my shit is, and I can get to it when I need it. I am starting to feel
confident there. We all are. Its like every show is a chance to just get better
and better at what we do. And we are getting better at it, I think. I still love
playing the guitar and learning new ways of doing it. And there is no feeling in
the world like the buzz we get when our playing is strong and the audience is
into it. We've had some of the best audiences of our career lately. which makes
all the travelling worth the while.
July 9, 2001
Orange County, CA
Two nights ago we played our last show with AC/DC in front of 70,000
screaming Frenchmen and Frenchwomen. It was quite a big show for us, even if we
were just a support act. It was so cool just to be asked to open for such a
great rock band, then playing in front of their audiences was better than we
could have ever hoped for. What struck me the most about it all is that on one
hand these guys are one of the biggest rock bands of all time, and they have
this huge set and a huge spectacle of a show, yet they are really a pretty
normal bunch of geezers. Brian Johnson came back-stage one night to say hi
before their set. He is really funny and was telling us some pretty nasty jokes.
Their music is all pretty straight-forward, no-frills, rock and roll. On stage
they all looked like a bunch of punkers. Angus does for sure, and Malcome kept
reminding me of Iggy Pop. As for the big-ROCK trappings, It was just fun being a
part of all of that.
Our last two shows on this tour were German festivals, and were among the
most fun of any we've ever played in Germany. Die Toten Hosen were headlining
the shows and we were on right before them both nights. They are the biggest
German punk band and the crowds they brought to the shows were awesome. It felt
really good to end the tour with two of the best audiences we've ever had. On
top of that, I got to meet Blaine and Ruyter from Nashville Pussy. We got to
both shows too late to catch their set, but It was cool to meet them. They are a
great band, really heavy sound, and Ruyter is not only a great guitarist, she is
also quite a looker, in that ever popular (with me at least) trailer-chic vein.
Among other shows that stand out, was the festival in Tornava, Finland, where
we played again with Weezer. It was cool to see another band that we know, who
were also as far away from home as we were. It was a fun show out in the middle
of the woods, up near the arctic circle. Another fun show, for me at least, was
the one in Katowice, Poland. About an hour and a half before our set, Greg bet
me that I couldn't drink seven beers before we took the stage. As he began with
the opening notes to "Bad Habit," I walked up and placed my seventh empty beer
bottle on his amp, hit my first note, then promptly ran into Dexter's mike stand.
I recovered fairly quickly though, played about as well as I usually do, and had
one of my most enjoyable shows ever.
Since we've been home, I've been spending as much time in the surf as
possible. We had a really nice swell hit these parts a week ago and, when the
wind complied, the waves were great. When the waves are small, I've been working
on my old-school long-board maneuvers on my new 10' single-fin. Superfuckingfun!
Last Wednesday we all went to Dexter's for a Fourth of July party. Dexter has
some of the best parties. I got to see much of the crew there, as well as many
old friends that I haven't seen too much lately. Even Solange, who does a
Spanish web-site about us was there. The TSOL guys were all there for a short
while but I missed them. We are really looking forward to touring with them.
The next tour is shaping up nicely and we are all ready to get back out there.
I'm going to try and do the whole tour driving myself in my camper. Normally I
reserve the camper for surf trips, but I think it'd be nice to wake up on our
off days in the woods or next to a river somewhere. I'm definitely surfing the
day of the San Diego show, and maybe even two days in Ventura. After that there
won't be much surf where we're heading.
That's all for now. I'd better send this in before I start getting hate-mail
again. Until next time, I'll leave you with some of the CDs I've been listening
The Dickies; "All This And Puppet Stew." This has been in my stereo since I
got it. The best new record I've heard in a long time.
Nashville Pussy; "Let Them Eat Pussy." Trailer punk metal RAWK!
The Dicks; 1980-1086. Cool, old-school shit!
VAST; "Visual Audio Sensory Theatre."
Dead Kennedys; "Bedtime For Democracy."
X; "Los Angeles" and "Wild Gift."
Minutemen; "Double Nickels on the Dime." A Classic, must-have record!
Oh yeah, we ran into Oxygene, whom many of you know, and he gave us a demo of
his band, the Deadbeats. Not bad. Keep it up, Oxygene, just don't quit your day