and in the mornings I like to play, tug on my own scrotum for no apparent reason...

A Little Help From My Friends

Leo it was orignaly by Joe Cocker.... thats who you where thinking of

Bonnaroo Exclusives

I've been on a rampage trying to get videos and audio from this years Bonnaroo in hopes of saving some memmories, I found a couple and listed them here for the hopful. But sorry Nick there are no good videos of Radiohead.

http://blueroom.att.com/mainstage/index.php (a collection of Bonner videos.)

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6863441733102973588&q=bonnaroo+2006 (Les (Claypool's Fancy Band Show {48:34}, a good hunk of it, but not all of it for tracks refer to entry about set list from this show. )

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7742836097543430233&q=bonnaroo+2006
(The lady under this flag became good pals with Brian on our first night at the 'Roo)

http://www.livemusicblog.com/downloads/06/06/18/bonnaroo-2006-downloads-torrents-mp3-video.php (This is the most impresive by far. Its all the Shows [to my knowlege] audio you can download and burn onto a disks. HOWEVER I have yet to be able to download any of it. So if any of you solve it's misteries please explain them to me.)

More Tom Waits News

THE TOM WAITS SHOW IS SOLD OUT!!! So the tickets whent on sale on the 14th I think, at 10:00 a.m. (I made a mistake on time.) I got on the ol' web to purchase said ticket and found that at 10:02 they were already SOLD OUT for good seats. The only seats available were in the final row, and there were a few left. So I jumped on the band wagon, seconds after I got the notice that I had a ticket the site posted the harsh and bitter words sold out. So for those who can not attend, I'll try to videotape it if possible.

Primus Has another new Album on the way!

So as of curent news, Les and Tim have both announced that a Primus album has been postponed, but is deffinetly on the way. Les in a recent interview said that the album is there next full album with the "original" line up, (Tim, Les, and Ler.) They said it started by passing tapes around and just before the release of "Of Whales and Woe" the sucky trio got togethor and laid down some tracks for the anticipated album. It was origanilly schedualed for spring '06 then to late summer '06, but Les had to delay due to an expected touring for all his new projects. Tim and Les have clarified that the album is in need of some tweeking, but fans can expect the album to debut not to long after current Fancy Band tour in progress. The album is highly secritive, and no one has said on wheathor we can expect a return to early Primus sound, or the much new more expeiramentle jam band sound. It has been rumored however, that the album will reflect a mixture of the two as seen and heard on the Halucino-Genetics Tour.

TOM WAITS!

So the man himself is coming to our own town! So I'm deffinetly going, but I found out some really IMPORTANT INFORMATION off the web.

-Tom Wait's shows are natoriouse for selling out in a matter of days after they go on sale.
-The show is August 7th at 8:00 at the Palace
-Its $55 per ticket
-Tickets are only available through Ticket Master
-Ticket will go on sale THIS THURSDAY (July 14) at 1:00 a.m.
-And there is a very nasty Rumor that this may be his FINAL TOUR! Few have speculated that he does large shows but dosn't much care for touring, so catch him while he passes by.

Hope to see both of yah there!

The Diamond Shines On No More (1946-2006)

Well as of the 7th, our good ol' pal Roger "Syd" Barrett passedd away do to a prolonged battle with diabetes. It is odd that I've had Terrapin stuck in my head all day. It's very sad news especially for those who worked or lived with him. He has been out of the lime light for some time so his demise comes with miled shock, or at least thats how I feel. But still, the legend and legacy of Syd was a great one, surouned in a haze of music and myth. I should think that he will still be the subject of many conversations to come, and still hold a high unworldy throne which will continue to inspire musicians, artists, and humaniterians alike. So though I feel some looming depretion with these bad tiddings, I do find comfort in the songs Shine On you Crazy Diamond(I & II) which now I have a hunch will glorify him even more in death than in life.

"....I fly above you, yes I do...."

From somwhere over in the electricity

NO were in ENgland, and that why its cold, and why my skin feels extrodanaraly like a veiny electric veins in art done by that guy who works for tool. yeah, leo is playing some spontainius toon on the piany. His music transports me from any foriegn place imaginable to the next. first we are in a dry but damp England which was a lot like an Edward Gorey animation/picture. Like its gloomy and grey, and has an antmospheric tone symaler to thatpoem about the Fog, by Sandburg. Its hallow and cool, with a grimm feal simaler to that of a buggy carying a husband and wife through a hollow in the north east of America in the Rocoocoo period. Its sad like a drizzleing blue november. Or possibly green or purple. Yeah Leo now has brought me to THe Maggoty Mill, that kids pop up book that has all the Halloween related parafanaila jumping out at cha. THe piano is damb and I feel drenched in the emotion brought on by kids halloween specials, cool that feel as if they could occure any time of the year, but in a autumn-esque emotion. My arms are heavy as Leo's tunes bring us in the depts of a woods in the summer, with heavy air, thats bursting with the breath of a spector. I wear a bowller as the close the wooden pioneer style fence, GOd knows we don't need any fucking indians fucking our women tonight. the boffallow move as the silance falls like a black net thats used by ted nuget to catch miniutre hippos. Leo's basket ball bangs like the kids in wishbone episodes, which took place in a spring like cool. Its like a volcano, pumping pus like spew from its bowls, we are stuck in the halloweens specials for kids, especialy like boy boy meets world episodes when they where still kids. Like the rugrats and simpsons halloween christmas and chralie brown ! can't forget chralie-boy! halloween specials, or possibly like a turkey day special. I love when my hands become the hands of boris karloff as the monster of frankie man. Dude!

DUDE MY SUPER EX-GIRLFRIEND LOOKS AWSOME!!!!

BIG NEWS!!!!

I recently scent in some art work to Les Claypool's website. Now if you go there and check out the numerouse banners over the news (you may have to go to differnt parts of the site and then return to news to see them) but one of my drawings was selected! The ol' Fat Tar Eye. Christian you remeber it, I did it in coach Nichole's class! One problem is I scent it in using my brother's e-mail so its subtitle is by Patrick, my brother.

Adam Gates Again

Adam did the illustrations for the Les Claypool DVD 5 Gallons of Diesal.

Story Time Again...

The evening was warm and tasted sweet due to the resedue of niccotine on the inner portion of my lips. I had the bitter taste that oddly reminded me of the color yellow in this region of my body for I had boarrowed a camel from Nick in the hopes that it would ease my placebo driven addiction to cigars. We for no apparent reason made our way up and down the long python of a two lane Bardstown. We shared stories from the past two weeks and examened the enviroment in which we stood. I had just consumed a 50 oz. cup of Gorilla Gulp Energy Soda, so I was capable of scoring a tutchdown against the New England Patriots, and then retiring to the locker room showers to pull the pud some fifty-hundred times. However I lacked both the football team and thier feild as well as it's facillitys, so I had to settle for walking aimlesly about the local vicinity. It reach the hour of nine and Nick's mother came with the car so that he could depart back homeward. I called my ride and found that my home number was buisy. So, I walked from Ear X-tacy down the road to my old pal' Christians; about a couple miles (if that) down the road. I reached his house around 9:22. I thought that I would be able to crash at his joint until the line cleared up. Unforchanetly, the lights where on, but no one answered the door. So I continued calling my home on the cell in my hand, and walked to the park. Finding about halfway down the hill to actualy be in the park itself I found that this particualr section of Cherokee park had no reception. I jogged. I jogged some enconcievable distance with cars zipping past and fireworks blasting in the distance, until my service returned. This was around two miles out of Cherokee. I kept a steady walk as I meandered through a rich neiborhood I was somewhat familure with. I passed homes that could have easily sheltered seven families of seven and the property could be used to build seven more of these baheamith shelters; but held rich fucking familys of four, with brown-nosing fathers and cheep alchohalic mothers who fuck the poolboy every afternoon, while Teddy jr. and Jennifer chat on their sidekicks about how Paris Hilton has "such a tight new song out!" This all goes on while some blue collar kids work their ass off to see Yarmuth elected and still find the time to work a shift and see some free time. But the rich snobs fallow blindly in the paths of thier parrents who shieth their children's eyes with portraits of a green Ben Franklin, symotaniously throwing all their chances of actual intelagence out the window. Now some two-hundred and seventy-seven feet beyond the the shatered glass and the open mindedness, across the green grass, which is watered and cut by some poor mexican named Julio, who just whanted to come to this country for the American Dream but instead had to settle for picking up Teddy jr.'s doberman's shit, there is me powerwalking down the side of the street. This is 10:00. I eventualy stop at the corner of Alta Vista rd. and Alta Vista way. where my brother comes and gets me. I get home and call Leo to see if he posseses my phone which would have prevented the evening where I got home 77% of the way on foot. He dosn't have it. So, If any of you know where my cell phone is please call me, I don't whant to walk home again. Anywho, the evening continued with me coming home and watching VH1's "Super Group" and then retiring to my bed room, where I watched the Big Labowski on Showtime, and hot glued some teeth into the head of my plastic human skull. After this I threw the hot glue gun into my sink for it was to hot to keep in my room, it would have probably started a fire. After the final credits had rolled on the dude, I turned to channel 99 to find out what was on next. After I found that the next film feature was not a porno, I decided to come downstairs and type up the experiances which started some twelve hours ago... it's 4:33, up now 4:34, and I have to wake up at 6:00 to help my family pack and prepare to move.... In all probablillity I'll spend 6:00 p.m. reading this to you all, at Christian's Ameba party tonight. Well, we'll see in another....14 1/2 hours.

Allways yours,
His Holyness The Drewbylama
July/?/o6 (4:38[I had to edit it])