four-ten in the am, no rest. . . failed the alberta test. . . work in six hours. . . bought a super-great bathrobe and also a cheap mp3 player. . . . love them both. . . to death. . . gig last saturday at book launch was lame. . . not the reading, nor the book. . . both were great. . . two bands did have to play in 15 minutes worth of time. . .. rock band angry . . . maybe the drummer took time off work? . . nights of rehearsals . . . practising for hours and hours . . . packing gear . . . set up . . . take down . . . for eight minutes of play. . . . i didn't care. . . i had a goddamned accordian and an out of tune voice. . . as if i cared how long I played . . . less to be pissed about. . . . back stage at reading was great. . . large open room, devoid of people . . . plush couches . . . rye-cokes . . . no schmooze. I am alumni.
I have two shows coming up. Next Friday, March 10th, the World's Fattest Racehorse is playing a benefit concert at Steamer's Pub, 513 Yates St.
Proceeds are going towards drugs that aim to prevent HIV infected mothers passing on the virus to their children.
You might say I'm building up my karma. On the other hand, I'm a show-slut. I'll play anywhere, anytime, as many shows in a day as possible. Pisses some people off.
On the 11th the World's Fattest Racehorse is playing a house party.
Movie shoot at 6 am in the deli. Pretty fun. They had a 3-chip camera and lighting equipment.