Sung Our Last Song In Lansing...

[Little Miss Risk]

We have a day off today, and it’s sorely needed. BJB’s voice is shot to hell for the moment, Betty’s hips sound like Jiffy-Pop when she moves, JT’s rotator cuff is aching and I’m fine except for the cyst of glitter that is acculminating in my right tear duct. The Voodoo Doll costume bag has slowly been falling apart and last night was the final nail in it’s coffin. As it shed it’s pieces I accused BJB of buying us the luggage equivalent of a leper. This goes to show if you need strong suitcases do not purchase them from the Vancouver Flea Market… Between that and our show at Mac’s Bar last night, we’re a little burned out after eighteen shows in a row and ready for a day of rest.

Since Chuck, the bar owner of Mac’s, forgot he had booked us until Monday afternoon there was no promotion, no posters and no opening band until noon. I’m not sure why or how he forget that we were stopping in but thanks to our new friends Lola (not Frost) and one I shall refer to as “Chops” for his glorious muttonchops and a few old ones, we were able to somewhat salvage the night. The opening band, “Owch! Me Arse!” were as JT dubbed it, ’spaz punk’. The only way I can think to describe it as if G.G. Allen looked like Ryan Gosling and was fronting Primus. Needless to say, our US agent is deeply unimpressed but word does have a tendency to travel so it may cause Chuck to smarten up and perhaps pay better attention.

The night got deeply weirded when Lola led us back to her house for an afterparty and her roommate (who seems to be chemically unbalanced) spazzed out at her and called the cops. The police were very nice and after everything was cleared up, the late night munchies consumed and the beer drunk it was time for us to go to the hotel. I swear to god, if David Lynch gets writers block, he should come on tour with us and refill his well. I think in terms of inspiration he’ll get another few decades of work out of our experiences…

So now I’m waiting outside of Elderly Music, which is one of the best music stores, regionally. Since I don’t play an instrument, I find very little use in going in to see the same Hello Kitty guitars in various cities. One day, as a joke, I plan to make every member of the band sits in a dance store while I finger fishnets and try on different shoes and so on as revenge for five years of haunting music stores with glazed eyes. ;)

Off to see what Lansing offers in the way of Merlot…

Little Miss Risk