today is my last day of work at quinsig. last night was kind of the first night of tour (a show at wesleyan university) but we all went home afterwards so that hardly counts. tonight there’s a show at the berwick in boston from which we take off for real.

for the duration of the tour, business manager and BFF nicky boom-boom will be manning this notebook so uh, keep it locked. in addition to reporting his own musings and adventures, i’ve authorized nick to occasionally (or constantly) “channel” me, and write up the things i would ordinarily be doing/thinking about (come on- i’m pretty transparent). to up the confusion factor, i (the real me) will also be checking in from the road (when circumstances allow), on a separate tour diary. i will check the messagebook so feel free to drop me a line. love ya. jpb

cool breeze’s mom’s cat had to be put to sleep yesterday after she (the cat) got hit by a car and wasn’t able to go to the bathroom anymore. for years she lived in harmony with a blind dog who could only locate her by her nearly-inaudible babyish proto-meow but wasn’t a mean dog anyway so that hardly matters. r.i.p. squeaker.

yesterday i printed out a whole mess of fiesel t-shirts for sale on the tour. the design features a white elephant (the shirts themselves are blue). look for it on the bodies of zero hipsters, because the shirts are way too big (xl every single one) to satisfy hipsters.

flotsam: beer trek last night. “shit-ton” (a quantity) is in danger
of becoming oversaid at my house. shy child tonight at wesleyan
university. there is an entire category of 30ish female joggers who
consistantly remind me of iggy pop- i delight in
this. jetsam: where can i get an original series science officer
shirt for less than $30? not joking. when people used to say “put pants on
one leg at a time like everyone else” it always upset me because i sat on the edge of my bed and put both legs in at the same time. is this not your best bet? i am warming up to poetry, but i beseech- poets- abandon your carriage returns!

uh-oh. they’re throwing some sort of going away coffee thing for me here at work. this is bad because a- i just want to sit here at my computer, b- i hate making small talk, and c- i don’t drink coffee. wait, there are pastries. still, i’d rather not.

so nick revillo is going to fill in for me on the weblog detail while i’m on tour with fiesel. i was going to set up another tour weblog for myself, but i doubt i’ll be around many computers. it looks as though i won’t be playing shows after all, and i really don’t want to talk about it (or recieve shit for it) thanks. i’m just going along for the ride. tonight i cook dinner for everyone in my house for the 3rd consequtive day. yesterday my free time began at 10pm (work + house work + cooking dinner + house meeting + cleaning) and lasted until 12 when i went to bed. this morning my ‘waking up for work’ pathology was at its apex- i missed three buses one by one. i’d describe the sequence but i think everyone knows what not getting out of bed is all about.

i got new stickers in the mail, one with a unicorn, and one with a monkey farting (drawn by timberwolf oona squire!). i gave out a bunch this weekend and now i’m concerned that all the people i met will tune in to see me going crazy. oh well. my left-handed right-hand man nick reville moved to NYC this weekend. i hate new york. i listened to the buzzcocks album (operator’s manual, obviously) twice this weekend and at one point i was singing along and events transpired in such a fashion that by singing along i was actually commenting on the situation and my own personal feelings in real time. the song was not “fast cars” although that’s a reasonable guess given my preference for bikes over autos.

friday i worked on my live show on into the late night, at one point
biking down to the store to get generic cola. saturday i worked on my
show, then me and my mom drove to framingham and i bought a laptop
(computer (i clearly already own a laptop)). it was weird. me and my mom
ate at some metro west chinese restaurant. it was like a play. it was
weird. drove home and high-tailed it to the above club for my
show. unfortunately, we were slated to play last, at midnight. so i did
some hanging out in a manic mode at jess & jenny’s, then headed over at a
reasonable time. i thought we had a pretty good show, even though andrew
didn’t have drums and we only played 15 minutes until we got the
finger-drawn-across-the-throat sign from the soundman/club owner, a
notorious asshole. i should point out that it was a noise show, and all i
ever see there are noise shows, and the guy always gripes about it. it’s
like he has to do noise shows to pay the rent when in fact maybe twenty
people showed up to watch and i personally brought 15. back to jess and
jenny’s where i tried in vain to be a sleazy guy (i was easily
out-sleazed) then collapsed in a ball. it’s wasn’t like the way a macy’s
balloon collapses- it was like an enourmous soccer ball made of pentagonal
and hexagonal metal plates held in place by the tension created from large
springs running across the interior (pulling inwards), then one or the
springs snaps and the
whole thing implodes. sunday i had a gross breakfast at the clark
cafeteria (vindicating my vegan leanings), then went to a sad flea market,
came home and cooked for everyone, and finally opened up the fucking
laptop box only the find that like a complete shithead i bought a god damn
piece of shit laptop that doesn’t have a mic in jack. then it crashed
three (3) times when i tried to shut it down. me and my housemate steve
had a good long talk, then i put a record on (scott joplin) went to bed
and cried. got up two hours later and watched “city lights”, a beautiful
movie to be sure.