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there is not much to say about Missoula. It wasn't that cold anymore, great promotor and a really good show. I take the chance to introduce you to some nice, cool and great people…
Guillermo, Ryan, Ben, Yusuke, Jenean, Nico and Will:
Megalomania or just a healthy overestimation of one's capabilities.
I'm already burned out because the long drives but It became even worst in a couple days…
….who knows what's next…???
we had damn good hotels on this trip...
PLEASE HANDLE YOUR BUTT… ;-)
here is Mr. Gesetzlos point of view...
...so we played this club in pontiac, michigan, and this place is big, 3 stories above ground building, and huge basement below, complete with laundry facilities, showers, a little office with time clocks and punch cards, the real deal, catered meal, cooked in-house, real professional... and we play to a hype crowd of reeally cute kids, i signed some girl's breast, sold some cd's, etc... and this kid's jocking us, he pays two of us to come out to this art gallery in detroit and perform, so we do it, take a cab which the kid paid for, and we get to this afterparty, party a la nO2, and dudes are roaming around this place straight outta eyedrum, and they're speaking the same language, giant blue balloons in their hands... some cute girls with red cups, purses, and we set up, play some of the noisiest shit they've ever heard, lucky for them... it gets so bad at one point the kid who laced all this up realizes people don't know what to think, so he stops us and asks me to play a straight beat so he might rap over it, which is exactly the point we should have got the hell outta there cuz it turned into some 8 mile type shit, mc's jocking the mic, repping prefuse, repping ben lawless, detroit, et al... and we're supposed to be the backing band for this shit, and then actually trying to leave is a complete nightmare, the kid took like 3 hours to get us a cab back, granted he did pay for all of this, cab fares, and some cash for playing, and though we declined the blue treats offered, we did receive some party favors... an amazing cab ride back with a gentleman by the name of Wilford Hardy, who sang some chilling gospel numbers, keeping us company, i actually cried... but upon arriving at the Crown Plaza Hotel, everything goes awry. G is totally drugged, what we don't know, but all he can manage to do is stare at the fresh floral centerpiece arrangement in the middle of the lobby, talking to them, laughing, wavering, while i try to check us in but there's some confusion as to whose name the rooms are booked under, the hotel had silver sun pickups, but we're prefuse73 and gaslamp killer and voices voices, but finally after a small eternity of like 15 minutes, we realize our room is booked under my name, who knew? Mr. Hardy had loaded all the equipment into the lobby himself so i took both carts up to our floor, dropped 'em off, went back down fro G, but as soon as he has to move in any direction other than standing and weaving, he goes limp. we just make it to the elevator when he actually collapses, body in the elevator, legs in the lobby, i get him in, get us up to our floor, and literally drag him by under his arms to the room, get him in, up on the bed, he falls off between the bed and the wall, laughing hysterically, i get him back up, then i get all the shit in the room (i think) and decide that since i haven't eaten anything substantial in quite a while, i went downstairs for a little breakfast, eat some eggs and potatoes with jalapenos and onion, smoke a cigarette, and go back to the room for a little shut-eye... when i wake up the next morning, my bag is missing, so i search frantically, holding up the van, i can't find it! anywhere! it has my camera, flash drive, and my notebooks of music, words, lyrics, notes, stuff i had been working since i was thirteen! i know it was in the lobby, i must have dropped it taking all the shit upstairs... after like four or five trips back and forth from the room to the lobby, looking everywhere, it's gone!... i go back up and look one last time in the room and good thing i did, G's wallet was on the floor between the bed and the wall right where he had fallen the night before! saved his day. all was not lost. i smoked one last cigarette, left my information with the receptionist, got in the van and left Pontiac...

day 5 - JAN 22 The Summit - Columbus, OH (330m)
It's bad when you'd plan to write a blog and you're hanging so far behind schedule. but I'll try to catch up. I can't really remember the drive but it was easy and smooth.
The Summit is a really cool place and it reminded me a little on many European D.I.Y. venues. good people, in house catering, cool punkrock bar next door.
the show was the show but something happened before and during the night. so, we had somebody really tired with us. It was funny on the end but we were running late again. no names but a short story.
I guess you heard before that sometimes on tour this groupie or one night stand thing is going on. but you should make sure that the following things are not happening:
- the women shouldn't be that drunk that she is throwing up the whole night before she is falling into sleep.
- at least you should be a gentleman and try to stop her from drinking her contacts by accident.
- finally, you should never give the drunken promotor your credit card to book you a separate hotel room because you have to find him somewhere in town the next morning to get the card back and that means you're running late for sound check again in Columbus.

Hey there,
hope you're all doing well. I defn. do... my train ride was boring and relaxing at the same time. my flight was nice and I was drunk. thank you Lufthansa. 3 hours stocking in customs wasn't nice and fun and I also thought that my ex girlfriend is in the row of people with me. I guess it was a day dream or something like that. but when I finally went to the counter and left all of my finger prints and eye photos behind. the guy asked me one question: 'how long do you stay in the US?' and I said: '3 month.' and he yelled at me: 'WHY?'. ups, but I kept my cool and told him the truth. visiting friends traveling around and having a good time. he smiled at me an I took a cab to Ryan's house in Brooklyn.
here we go and it was a great hello. we chilled for a while, had two beers and then I enjoyed a basketball tv channel for an hour or so and felt into a deep dream less sleep...
This is how it looks like here where I usually spent my off time, my fun time, my pain time. Huh, people call it sometimes Home, for a while. (ok, it looks like this only these days…) I guess you can imagine that I'm quiet exited to leave this shitty weather behind for a while. You should know that I'm traveling since basically 10 years non stop but still have an apartment. Hey, I'm not rich it's just really affordable. it's also my job to travel. To travel with bands and taking care of them. I don't want to go into details of my job. People call me a Tourmanager. I call myself… babysitter, bartender, social worker, hell driver, under payed seller, life artist, and so on and so on… when I started the job I really had itchy feed but after a while it turned into the total opposite. Today I'm just leaving 'home' because I love the feeling of being homesick and it's so wonderful to come home after a long long journey.One last thing for the first entry. I'm sorry for my bad English and I'm not 100% sure if I do the whole Blog in English. I might switch here and there into German. Let's see…