Jon Spencer Blues Explosion sautees our faces

June 30th, 2004

Hello All,

As an update, our new record is officially being pressed as we speak. I am stoked to the max, and you will all explode when you see the artwork. It is courtesy of Ottawa's best graphic designer, Steven J. Palmer III.

We rehearsed last night, and it was good. Although my snare drum has now officially passed the point of no return in terms of a potential repair. This is because I never cleaned out the 50 McCain cakes that I had smeared on my face and head at my birthday show last year. The last time I took the snare into song bird, Matt, the trustiest drum buddy in town, gave me a stern lecture about cleaning the icing sugar and cake out of the shell. He said he'd even do it for free. I nodded and acknowledged his sound advice, and proceeded to buy a series of Sabian pencils and other knick knacks that I didn't need. Well now I am screwed because my snare sounds like shite. I'm going to hit Trevor up to smack it on his credit card because I sold him my guitar and amp in grade 13 for $20. The way I see it, he owes me.

Steve and I went and check out The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion last night, and were forced to kind of negotiate ourselves into the show. Good show, for what we saw....anyone remember when JS did that stuff with Beck? It was good....very raw and dirty...heads up...Southern Culture On The Skids is playing Babylon on July 2nd, (this Friday). This is a Birdman show, and I suggest going...very good band. They have the trailer/hillbilly thing down, with a touch of the B52's.

I also fucked up my arm beyond belief. It feels like it is on fire to the max. Steve's girlfriend says its my rotator cuff. What is a rotator cuff? It's my arm dammit! My arm and elbow actually. Really hurts. I'm sad. Pure rock and roll will only cure my ailment, and I'll come back to life like Hulk Hogan on the mat at Wrestlemania 3, fueling myself on the chant of the fans as I show them the pythons and ask them what they are going todo when I come for them.

chris