Dallas, we hardly knew ye.
The show last night was so-so, but our stay in Dallas was excellent. During the concert, I was really distracted because Troy Aikman was rocking out right in front of me in the 3rd row. And when I say rocking out I mean standing around looking AWESOME. I do not have a picture of that but take my word for it - he is um…distracting. And when I say distracting I mean… oh nevermind.
Stella and Atom met me for lunch at the hotel and we had a lovely time catching up. Atom and I exchanged copies of our new albums and I am planning on blasting some new Feable Weiner tout de suite. That means like, soon or something. Stella’s band Cruiserweight still doesn’t have a release date for their incredible new record, which pisses me off but I’m sure a commitment from their label is forthcoming. Quickly.
indie rock’s premier couple: atom & stella
Everyone in the band has been feeling pretty crappy since the beginning of the tour. I started the tour on antibiotics for a sinus infection and have since added a steroid inhaler and albuterol for bronchitis, but I still can’t seem to shake the baseline yuckiness. Wait, is that too much information? Anyhow, our fantastical road manager Jack ordered a doctor for us so that we could get another round of B12 shots. Jamie opted for a shot in the arm but Candice, Mike and I dropped trou faster than you can say miracle drug
I didn’t take a picture of Mike getting a B12 shot in his ass, but that’s probably for the best.
Apropos of nothing, my cashier at the pharmacy where I got my new antibiotics was named Tyra Banks. Oh, how I laughed. I may never stop laughing.
tyra banks
So now we are rolling to sexy Bossier City, La. Goodbye Dallas!
xok