Here it is, I FINALLY have a little time to do this.

Nov. 12
Heathrow Airport- London 6 am

Got into Heathrow, was asked at where I was staying in London, I lied and they finally let me through... went to a pub to drink my long, sleepless flight away only to find they don't start serving until 10 am. Lame, went to go play video games, until I realized that they were 1quid each, that's like $1.80.

Heathrow Airport- London 10 am

Met the PxDx guys, and our driver, drove into London to pick up the rented equipment, went to go pick up the Halo guys and off to the show in Nottingham.


Nottingham 8pm

Drove to the Old Angel, cool place, pub like with an upstairs for the bands to play, also a house attached for the bands to crash. Friendly people. No sleep, set up the mountians of merch that hadn't been sorted, met the Narcosis guys, had to set up merch downstairs, so didn't get to see the show. Drank 1000 Guinesses and crashed at about 5 am.


Nov. 13

Hungover and tired as hell, drove to Leed's loaded into Joseph's Well. Again, I can't see the bands, it's crowded as hell. So hungover, nursing beers until the show's over where I FINALLY feel fine. Went to the house we were staying and went so some dance club where they were playing metal and kept telling people that I was the bass player for Weezer, it got me some free drinks. Two kids recognized me from my old band Daybreak which was pretty weird. Took it a little easy and got some sleep, actually I think the sleep got me.

Nov. 14

made the long, cold, cramped trek to Glasgow. It started raining, but was looking forward to seeing my friend Ryan who goes to school in Edinbourough. walked around Glasgow by myself for a little, found and internet cafe' and tried to answer email. I was too tired to concentrate. Went to a KFC and they didn't have Western Fries, go figure. I HATE having to ask for a drink on the rocks, get strange looks, then have to explain that I want ice in it, then having to send it back because they never put enough in it. I finally get to see my first show of the tour, packed as hell though. It was good to see Ryan, who I put on the guestlist, somehow didn't make it on. No problem, he got in anyway. Narcosis was awesome, Halo was awesome, TFD was fun and PxDx ruled. I also had a hard time understanding the Scots... it was loud and I'm deaf too so...
Crashed at some girls house where some drunk Scotsman was yelling at us and we had NO IDEA what he was saying. We went to sleep and then he peed on the girls bed thatwe were staying with and had to kick him out.


Nov. 15
Starting to get sick or, it's jet lag. Drove to Manchester to play the Jabez CLegg which had a nice downstairs pub, went shopping for guitar stuff and drum stuff. Set up the merch and had the soundman run me a mic so I could talk between the PPig Destroyer songs. Great time butwas feeling worn down. Went to the house we were staying at and crashed once we found it in the pouring down rain.

* I'd like to add this, at this point, I am familiar with all of the people on the tour who were ALL great, especially our drivers Dan and Greg.

Nov. 16
We pull into Birmingham, the home of Napalm Death, I was stoked, loaded up 3 flights of stairs which sucked, but the club, Edward's No. 8 ruled. Didn't hang out that much and went to bed, great show though and great crowd. We were across the street from Europe's largest strip club and only Brian and I wanted to go, so we were boycotted... lame.

Nov. 17

Drove down to Wales to play Cardiff, the club (The Barfly) was across the street from a castle! Wales and Cardiff were both beautiful. Got to sit in a pub and eat a decent meal and chill with J.R. Got some postcards, addressed them and wrote them. Went to the largest grocery store after the show, it was the size of an airplane hangar.

Nov. 18

I miss Wales already. NO ONE can get me to eat blood pudding. We drove to Milton Keynes to play this HUGE auditorium, the show was good but the turnout was the first non-sold out show. Drove to Dan's parent's house and crashed there, nice of him to let us get a good nights sleep, a shower and a clean house.
Swindon is a tiny town that's like 20 years old, I was glad to leave. The crowd that was at the show was great though.


Nov. 19

LONDON, GIDDY LONDON.
Did too much driving around, loaded in, checked into our hotel room. Got back to the club and metup with PxDx (they had some press to do) and went to SoHo with Brian and JR, somehow lost JR. Did a little shopping and went back to the club. Met a couple of people, and met CHRIS THACKABERRY, who got me pissed on Guiness... went and stage dove. J.R. also jumped into the crowd, did't get caught and had to go to the hospital, it was a weird night, but fun regardless of my concern for J.R.

Nov. 20

Got to Swindon late, our van finally had some problems, on the last day, go figure. J.R. said he couldn't play, so me, Johnny Boy, and Pete (both from Narcosis) sang the PxDx set. Great time, utter chaos, but great time.

Nov. 21
Hit Heathrow and was anxious to get home to see Napalm Death. I missed them
Nice flight though.


I have a zit under my chin that hurts like hell... lame

Sunken Treasure - Wilco

There's rows and rows of houses, with the windows painted blue.
With the light from the TV running parallel to you.
But there is no sunken treasure, rumored to be.
Wrapped inside my ribs, in a sea black with ink.
I am so out of tune with you.
I am so out of tune with you.

If I had a mountain, I'd try to fold it over.
If I had a boat, you know I'd probably roll over.
And I'd leave it on the shore, I'd leave it for somebody.
Surely there's somebody who needs it more than me.
I am so out of tune with you.
I am so out of tune with you.

All the leaves will burn and autumn fires then return.
All the fires we burn. All will return.
Music is my savior, and I was maimed by rock and roll.
I was maimed by rock and roll.
I was tamed by rock and roll.
I got my name from rock and roll.


(you could say i am having a bit of a dark day, but this song is their best, kate)

i was going to keep these a secret until I made them, but I got lazy. more stuff I did recently instead of working on Killoggs code. Go me.

Ahhh, bliss is getting home from a 30 minute walk in the chilly rain (no umbrella) after a long day of work and a sweaty session at the gym (and vegging out on the internet with NO pants on). The no pants factor is key to the ultimate state of unadulterated bliss I am currently experiencing.

Today I found a Clinique lipstick in the bathroom at work called "Nude Splurge" but when I first looked at it I thought it said "Nude Splooge" which is a far better name in my opinion.

I gotta say, the awful pop top 40 radio they play NONSTOP at work is really wearing on me lately. Especially now that I'm working in a place where I can hear the music better. If I have to hear that Avril Lavigne song that goes "You're EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING! that I wanted....." ONE MORE TIME, the only thing I'm ever going to want is to shoot myself in the head so I can be put out of the misery that is having to hear that Canadian necktie wearing banshee wail again. I mean, here and there is one thing but I seriously must hear that song 4 times a day on top of all the other awful crap they play. My only moments of excitement are getting to hear the occasional "Everything she wants" by Wham or Tears for Fears "Shout".

Word on the street is that the Mcdonald's McRib is on the menu again. This excites and frightens me, as I like the fact I never eat at Mcdonalds- but this is the McRIB!!! That mysteriously textured boneless meat hiding beneath the tangy almost too sweet sauce- oh god, I can taste it RIGHT NOW. I can run but it will eventually find me.

Ohmahgod. Two days off. So looking forward to this. Sleeping in, gettin' paid, Christmas shopping, buyin' groceries, dyin' my hair, seeing Chris....

it all starts with a HOT shower, some warm vanilla body scrub, and shaving these hairy legs hidden by winter.

I just drove past a DC city bus with an ad on the back that had these words on it. Next to the words was a black & white photo of a scowling young black man in a skull cap, with his arms folded, looking pointedly (definsively? accusatorily?) at the photographer.

The bus turned the corner before I could read the fine print, or see the name of the organization responsible. I sat there thinking, what the fuck!?!? Is this an ad about how teenagers want to be given a shot at being parents, and bad mean grownups are taking away their right to have a cute little baby? Is this some wacky parental-training organization, bent on urban population growth? Or is it some group that thinks condoms ruin the feeling of sex? And who is the black teenager supposed to represent?

I came home and googled the phrase, and found this.

Wow. I can't think of a more poorly-worded ad to put on the back of a city bus that drives through Southeast neighborhoods in Washington, DC.

How about, Give me an STD, not a condom. Or, Give me a tattoo of my baby mama name so I can put it under the tattoo of my other baby mama name, not a condom. Or, Give me a condom, not a handgun. Or, Give me voting representation in Congress AND a condom.

Seriously. Worst. Ad. EVAR.

I didn't think I would connect with this as much as I have.
When Kurt Cobain died it was a choice he made.
I know the effects of Pantera might have worn off on you.
You may have never been a fan.
I kinda distanced myself from the Dixie Flag Strip Club Pantera vibe.
Same as i stopped diggin RHCP when it semmed so silly-macho.
But for all the times I listened to my Cowboys from Hell Cassette tape and for the way Pantera was the new Metallica when Metallica started suckin'
man those first three albums were a soundtrack to parts of my life.
I really couldn't stomach it when this angry dude from work tried to make a joke about it
This was a person.
and I know that alot of times the reaction to a celebrity death is dark jokes.
This was someone's John Lennon
This was someone's Cliff Burton.
This was someone's #3
This was someone's Tupac
This was someone's brother, friend, hero.

I called my old boss Luis at Atomic Music who was friends with Dimebag. Lou's band Lucy Brown had toured with Pantera and Vinnie and Dimebag recorded Lucy Brown's third album.
I had told Luis how I had thought about calling up him and Eric to thank them for giving me a job for so many years and I thought "Nah that's kinda silly" they would be like....uh... Ok you're welcome.?.?
Well when I found out about the shooting I called up Luis and said I am sorry
and I told him how i was going to say thank you for treating me like family all these years.
I know it's a small thing next to things as big as Death and Loss
but I think for as quick as I (we) curse each other or spead around negative stuff we can all take the time to say we care about each other.
When I called Eric .............ah never mind you get the point.