Sweet Jesus

Yo, this following blog was written two nights ago and is not current! Side note, Chris Browne had his duffel bag stolen at the Montreal show! Either that or he smoked it! Speaking of smoking, I didn't write this blog sober.


Hey, kids, how have you been? Listen, I know it's been awhile and I'm sorry. Baby, I'm done with all the boozing and whoring. I'm ready to make a go of this. Wait, fuck that. You see, I love you, I'm just not in love with you.

Eh, but seriously, I haven't had anything new to write about. I mean, how many more times can i tell you how wasted I got last night before i start sounding like a brain dead frat bro? Well, Let's say it one more time - kids, daddy time traveled last night. That's how sloppy yours truly got. I traveled through time. Thanks again, Albany!

So we're on tour right now with Trapped Under Ice and some popular rock n' roll act called have Heart. Maybe you've heard of them? I'm told their lead singer Pat Flynn is a Boston Red Sox fan. As a New York Met's guy, I soon hope to discuss the 1986 World Series. We'll see.

Shows are averaging about 250 people a night and most kids are even staying awake for PBC between Trapped Under Ice and Have Heart. Touring with bands you've never met before is always awkward at first because you're not sure if bands will have anything in common. Like Have Heart and Trapped Under Ice, PBC are all straight edge so at least we have that (the joke being PBC is not edge! Ah, the hilarity!). Oh! Weight lifting! Both us and Trapped share the love of power squats and chest presses. Seriously though, Trapped Under Ice look like they've been in a maximum security prison for the last 5 - 10 years where their only options were to lift heavy shit and crack skulls. While they're all great guys, they physically intimidate me and make me want to sit down while I pee.

Out of the three shows so far, Albany has been my favorite. Not only was the PBC crowd reaction the best yet, like I mentioned before I was pretty torn up. Who do you turn to when you can't enjoy anything while sober? God or Aslan. There was another epiphany I had at the Albany show - this whole Pit Boss/Pit Master title I bestowed upon myself in the last entry is a complete sham. Instead of moshing and policing the pit, I choose to either go outside and smoke or hover around the circle acting about as hard as John Waters. In actuality, the true mosh master is actually Steve Baby aka Baby Steve aka Da Professa aka Treacherous MC aka Big Baby Jesus, lead singer of Forfeit. Pretty sure I spotted Steve Baby windmilling in the backstage area practicing his mosh finishing moves. If moshing were promiscuous sex, Steve Baby would be HIV +.

I consider myself pretty lucky to be able to catch Have Heart every night for the next couple of days. I've been dead inside for the last six years but when I watch these guys I actually get goose bumps. It's the energy of Pat and the sincerity he seems to exude when it comes to his convictions which by the sound it appear to be X rated movies (XXX) and some dude named Boston.

Go Mets.