With Gusto

But Really HE'S Stupid

Spent twelve hours at work today. Most of the lessons were retarded. Drank my face off last night at a welcoming party. By drank my face off I mean had a couple of beers and the crew ordered this bottle of shochu, a clear, vodka like bevvy that goes down easy. I danced on chairs and shook the tambourine.
I sang Kareoke:
Born to Lose, Ray Charles
Bette Davis Eyes, Kim Carnes
I Think I'll Just Stay Here and Drink, Merle Haggard
Understand Your Man, Johnny Cash
Wonderful World, Sam Cooke
One After 909, Beatles
and so on.
The morning was rough, with boring, low-level, uncooperative students.
Good news! The worst kid in one of my kids classes transfered to another class! He's terrible. He punches people in the face, draws on their colouring books, calls me stupid. But really HE'S stupid. He like, hardly knows the alphabet and can't even respond to the most inane questions. He's been toddering around the joint for about two years! And get this; he transfered because I tickled him! Well, True I did, but only because he'd been trying to punch me in the face! I don't get along with most kids. The one's that do love me. The one's that don't are peripheral at most.
Tomorrow should be my Saturday, but I'm working eight hours. Thursday I'm working another twelve hours. Hopefully this pays off.
Oh wait. It will. Four hours overtime will net me nearly 90 Canadian Dollars.

Ikuta Park

big art, or small japanese gnome

drank milk tea there

Random Riff Raff Behind My Jade-Fan Plan

Reflect

me and my bros in Hakone. Spacious Hakone.

Lecher On Command

Look at the mini-skirt, and in November this is common!

Joyous and Beckster

Packaging Photos

sign at the beach

some sort of . . . i don't know... thingy

hmmm. . . pretty black

nothing like a tall glass of bathwater in the morning

outside the bowling alley next door to my work

This Is Grape Juice and Cheap Vodka Man This Isn't Even Wine

The above quote by Corby Lund. Don't play poker against him. Or so I hear.

Been listening to a lot of ol Corb. Good tunes, and good honest country.

I've been going through band withdrawl. It's been slow moving, but I'll get on the right track. The main problem is that I don't want to pull out any random buddy out of the musicians woodwork toolbox. In Tokyo I don't know who the fuck I'll be meeting. Most people are wanna be rock-gods who may or may not even be musicians e'en though a guitar case permanantly dangles from a tight fist of uncertainty. I need country musicians. Clean playing gritty beer swillin country musicians. The drummer is of course the hardest part. Yes I know you can play loud and fast, but really, do what I say. As a drummer I know that's the best approach.

I'm at the Baltimore Swingset extravaganza. So fuck you!

PICTURES!!! *crappy cellphone quality

what a cute water marker!!!

the antique and junk

fucked spider in roppongi hills and a strange looking local

scarlett johanson in lost in translation crossed here

Fun In Shinjuku

Fuck Noh

where to go from here after video cameras and country music and fellow english teachers getting drunk in public amidst the stares of freaky japanese people and the skateboarding dog who knows howw to clean cigarette butts sauntered on by!

ps fuck these keyboards

Fuck Yeah

Listening to these Fattest Racehorse recordings I have to say that it is my favourite recording, even though it was done in the living room of some folks I didn't really know all that well for about one hundred bucks. This recording gives me the warmest feeling and also to know that each and every show got the packed bars dancing on their feet with little or no effort. Seriously fun, and nothing else but. Not to say that the other recordings are shit or anything. They are all an important part of my history. But as we all know, scum rises to the top. Fuck yeah.
I recently played my first solo acoustic show at an antique store slash bar. I packed the place. Played about 20 originals and 15 covers. Plus some japanese blues guys and some friends joined me on stage for good fun. Pretty intense, stayed reluctant on solos but knocked em dead overall. Realizing that tradtitional music is more and more my thing and glad that I have backed other people up for as long as I did so as to learn as much as I could within my own means before persuing the ego of all egos: my own. yeah. . . that's it.
Work is going alright, rather well paying and within the next coupla months Joy and I oughta have our own tutoring business up on the side.

Take care folks, Miss you all. these feet I have knew they would miss the island and the people the minute they got onto that plane.

ps I am drunk