patti invited us to play as her band at the meltdown-thing.
so we flew overnight to london.
rested for an hour.
rehearsed with patti a few hours.
slept, ate breakfast.
rehearsed again.
and then played the show.
the show itself was like an absurd fever dream.
“flea” played with us.
and the master musicians of jojouka were there.
and i guess that we were there too.
a newly-learned road-truth=
jet-lag is heavier when you’re a guest on someone else’s stage.
us, we just tried to summon the zion-squall, in spite of and true,
feeling a little like an orphan tapdance brigade,
crated and shipped o’er stormy sea
just to primal dance a little for the bemused royals.
in his review,
johnny dull-quill from the guardian referred to us as “canadian anarchists”.
holy cow, mandated web-content can be a bland fucking puree.
dirk hugsam is our tour-dude,
we’ve buried many miles beneath his wheels.
he’s got an utterance that he likes to unload after certain misjudged forks in the road= “never gonna do dat again…”
yes man.
and amen, and amen, and amen.
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