Another completely inane interview with a national
publication today. My only comfort is knowing that they learned
absolutely nothing about me or the band. Yeah, baby, yeah!
Cocooned in the comfy covers of my bunk on the
tour bus, I awoke at 3PM not knowing what city (or even state) I was
in. I walked past our 8" x 10" framed photo of Posh Spice
shoving a handgun into Sporty Spice's mouth, took a sip of ginseng
green tea and the world seemed cheerful again.
Later, Kevin (Cadogan, guitarist) joined forces
with unlicensed vendors selling T-shirts at our show. He was
witnessed somewhere outside of Hill Auditorium, where we played
tonight, participating in the illegal sales and garnering a 50%
commission at that!! Yes, my friends, anarchy reigns and I am ready
November 16, 1998
We had the night before last off after a grueling
six nights in a row. The friendly boys of Eve 6 threw a dinner party
for us in appreciation of the sweet and loving way they've been
treated throughout the tour. The food was terrible. Copious chunks
of fatty meat amidst overly-whipped potatoes, replete with way too
many garnishes. All served by snaggle-toothed waitresses with
Speaking of gigantic breasts, we all went out to a
bar afterwards where various members of the band and crew were
accosted by the police for dancing on the tables. They told Kevin
Cadogan that they'd be glad when Third Eye Blind left town. (These
vibes made for a good show the next night, indeed!) Anyway, back to
the bar. Before the law came down on us, we all had a grand time
with the locals and it was here where I got to feel my first fake
breast. Strangely firm and mannequin-like.
On one last note, we've taken to playing bits of
Lauryn Hill's new solo album before we go onstage with our show. The
audience seems to really like it -- just goes to show that we really
are one nation under a groove.
November 30, 1998
Today we decided to change the name of the tour
from the Bonfire tour to the Busfire tour. Our bus burned way back
in Boise and last night in Birmingham, AL, Eve 6's tour bus (along
with ALL of their personal belongings) burned to the ground. I was
strangely elated by this. We had the Eve 6 refugees on our bus for
the drive last night and a good time was had by all. Ashes to ashes
. . . . .
Tonight, Thibodaux police manhandled 15-year-old
girls who were "getting out of line." Sometimes it really
is the cop's fault. We yelled at them from the stage and one of them
shook their handcuffs at me. Hardy, harr, harr . . .
Thanksgiving: the band and crew will be spending
on the road. This is fitting because over the last 19 months of
touring, we have become a family of sorts. -What a sick family!!!