the night at GAMH was amazing… (yes it took me forever to put this together)
im on my way on the train, and im trippin cause i hate trying to catch a cab in the city when ive got my bass and my gear… it never fits in the trunk easliy, and its a real drag when its fuckin raining… but as soon as i rise up out of the BART station, theres a van taxi right across the street, staring at me like hed been sent there to wait for me… which at first was kinda creepy, but cool… however I was immediately pulled over by a cop, nearly 30 seconds after getting on the move, as my driver made an illegal left off of market…
so anyways i get out of the cab… the stage hands grab my shit and im headed inside… i move into the dressing room, we soundcheck about an hour later… then i post on the couch (again listening to Arvo Part, with a side of Pretty Lights) while i read Titus Andronicus for like the 5th time… unfortunatly were one of only 2 groups that would play tonight that were original acts… so most of the backstage banter is about band members children and their stocks going up and down… and while im sure these are nice people, its not nearly my desired scope of artistic conversation. so i hide out drinking a handful of things, playing the songs to warm up (its like 20 degrees under the stage)… then we got fed, which was amazing and the kitchen staff was nothing short of cool as fuck…
a few hours later my people show up (including Mike and Jen Cash, whom i havent spent a proper amount of time with since the last nSLASHa gig – in other words, too long) and its nearly time for us to hit. i post up at the bottom of the stairs leading to the stage, to do my usual yelling screaming and jumping around bit to balance out the adrenalin rush… and then… pow… game time. 
(courtesy of Jen and Mike Cash)
the set is solid, the sound on stage isnt great or nearly loud enough to really get my skin crawling the way i like, but the set feels good and the crowd feeds off of that. jen and mike get some bad ass shots (as expected) and shortly after its determined that we need to get the fuck out of this place – theres a cover band doing a version of “smells like teen spirit” and i want to shoot someone immediately.
so for various reasons we bounce to NBeach for phillies and burgers – (cause golden boy is oh so closed at this point)
as im trying to order a burger for the lady and i, an old woman rolls up on the joint and tries to jack the proprietors recycling bin, so i bark at this bitch pretty hard cause shes interrupting my fuckin order and pissing off the nice lady that would shortly be preparing said order 
then off to typical hideaway haunt columbus cafe for another round with good homies as we wind down.
then we pack 4 tons of gear, people and a bike into the back of a jeep and head back to oak, where i macked a bowl of corn pops and watch a doc on ancient greece… then passed the fuck out.
thanks GAMH, you were fun. and tons of love to my friends who paid good monies to come and show their love… and to mike and jen for shooting… it was really fucking great to be in the presence of you all.
-PM