ok i really dont know where to begin so much on my mind right now .... well lets start with last nights show, as you may or may not know we played a show last night with a band called "fiction plane" from the UK these guys have been opening for the "Police" for the last 6 months or so pretty big deal really and the lead singer, Joe is Stings son theyve been playing and touring for almost i believe 10 years or so and they are a great band and cool dudes we partied til the wee hours of the morning with them and actually Ian of "Billy Talent" (fucking love that band) and i thinks its Colm of Sum 41(also cool but not as cool as b.t. at least to me) anyway thats another story i will save that for later, ok so back to the show we were called last week about the gig by our booking agent and they said that they dig us or something or someone in thier camp dug us or whatever who knows so Tuesday we get the call that its on so were like cool couple rehearsals thurs fri thursday was pretty interesting i had a fit midway through rehearsal literally took my guitar of my shoulder threw it 10 feet at the wall and i mean fucking hurled it (mid song)it slammed against the wall (brian jonestown massacre styles yikes!) with a massive clanging and feedback as the amp was on and i walked out i think the boys were in shock...why did i do this you ask why? Truth told ive had alot on my mind of late many pressures of life pushing down on me so what was in actual fact a small disagreement loomed large in my mind and i finally snapped ...bigtime didnt last long i was back in the room 5 minutes later giving hugs and apologies but i really needed that really really did, i really just wanted to play a great show on saturday which was yesterday and guess what we did! We in my estimation blew the fucking doors off the place(awesome loving crowd i love you) really really happy with it we all were and weve been working our asses off to get here really really we have but its starting to really really (really really?)pay off, there is so much patience required in this business and that what it is you know a business sucks when art and commerce collide but thats life isnt it? a happy or unhappy medium can be found (pick one) its enough to drive a person slightly mad, i mean lets see ive lost cars apartments girlfriends dignity (at times) my cool friends a bunch of shit along the way but i think these are the sacrifices that you make its this for lack of a better term suffering that makes a band and makes songs and makes misery er i mean memories (kidding..or am i?), ok enough about that. So we sold tons of merch met great new freinds and fans signed a ton of cds and just a great reception great job satisfaction rating for last night im right now patting myself on the back picture it.......got it?...... ok moving on so Joe ...stings son pete the drummer super guy and Seeton the guitar player all good guys again though the drummer pete just a good soul not to say the others are not anyway ok so lets be fair youre dad is Sting ok picture that rocknroll royalty i mean the police! for christ sakes doesnt get any bigger than that so they say the apple doesnt fall very far from the tree and in this case it couldnt be true-er (not a real word for sure) Joe looks and sounds just like his dad its pretty uncanny he even play bass holy shit its like a fucking reincarnation of the former the band is tight and the songs were pretty good "two sisters" very cool song im not sure what im trying to say here really i guess that it was so much like his fathers stuff you would think there might be a departure you know a little bit to try and make it your own i dont know maybe thats just me and dont get me wrong man i have a lot of respect for him and the band i mean fuck hes obviously not doing it for the money and those guys have toured their asses of for years and years played every shit hole from here to timbuktu so you got to give'em props and i do....so this is the part where it gets funny to some or just embarrassing if youre me....... so the end of the night were all hanging packing up gear talking to fans in the foyer just goofing off really i have my vid camera out and im doing my best british interviewer voice joking around with our guys and Joe and Pete and Seeton of Fiction Plane just being a goof you know? what i do.... so were all going to the same party afterwards im filming the boys while were conversing about the adress yada yada yada right?enough said we go to the party good times good peeps got to chat with as i mentioned earlier ian from billy talent really nice guy anyway party is fun you know just hanging stop by luckys house late night because i gave his girlfriend my video camera when we left to go to the party...sooooooo im reviewing the tape early this morning (great show footage) and my goofing around footage and im fucking flabbergasted about what i hear so i rewind the tape and there it is ..."did i say? what! o boy" a complete freudian slip, and i mean bad think about all ive said about fiction plane hes stings son yada yada yada i mean he probably gets comparisons to his dad all the time and a bunch of crtiicism as it is right? keep this in mind ok? so as im reviewing the tape im following joe and seeton to the cab camera running discussing direction to the party and i in my britsh interviewer voice keep going on about fiction police's limo which was just a cab what!!!!!!!!!fiction police? what am i retarded? fiction police? yeah fiction police? and im so drunk i dont even skip a beat joe actually makes a crack at me calls me something or other an im completely oblivious to the whole thing.... fiction fucking police? (i got to laugh now it is pretty funny)im guessing he didnt like that too much only after the party and upon reviewing the tape did realize Joe wasnt all that talkative to me there probably because i called his band fiction police..im sure he thought i was cutting into him or slighting him and really it was completely innocent.......well that s my fiction police er fiction plane /police/sting story.....isnt life funny i never thought i might have a story involving sting in it well we must be doing something right...right?

pullie