Dr. Frank's What's-it

Born a Rambling Man but Not Really

4/5ths of the way through the tour. The tension is building. Tempers start to fray. The drummer is sulking in the back of the van. You're getting slightly tired of the Supersize Me diet. Sausage McMuffins for breakfast, chicken nuggets for lunch, beer and Jim Beam for dinner - even that can get old. You haven't bothered to show up for a soundcheck for several shows now. No one's gonna come to the show anyway. Except possibly this scary ex-girlfriend who has been txt-stalking you ever since your cell # was posted on somebody's blog. "DRNK UR BLOOD". What's she getting at? Your booking agent's number has been mysteriously disconnected. A fourteen year old kid just told you he used to like you when he was young, and that seeing you play was a great nostalgia trip for him "Why don't you play any Rancid songs?" asks another. A kinda cute girl comes up to you at the bar and says "you don't know me, but you used to date my mom."

Not really. These virtual tours are soooo much easier to than the real thing. It's just like living in space.

Day Four of the Litzkrieg Bop Blog Book Tour is being hosted by Brooklyn Vegan.

In my book, there's a scene where Tom Henderson watches Rosemary's Baby with a Black Sabbath soundtrack. When asked about this, I realized that I had never actually tried it myself. So I performed the operation, took notes, and reached a rather startling conclusion about the message hidden within the heavy grooves of Sabbath Bloody Sabbath.

Today's reading is about Little Big Tom, Tom's step-father. The song today is "Gooey Glasses." You know, the polite thing to do is to face the stage while I'm playing. Wait, there's no stage. I mean, the polite thing to do is to face the weird, grimy corner of the room where I'm standing with no monitors. Can you at least turn the TV off during the set? Or, down...

Posted by Dr. Frank at April 13, 2006 06:09 PM | TrackBack