We’re having a great time up here in spite of the weather. Hitting the garlic festival in Perth Ontario this afternoon – and hopefully the sun will be rocking it hardcore by the time we’re back at camp Pye. Boating, jetskiing and swimming wait in the wings. If I still look like I just got out of the ‘hole’ at Alcatraz by the time I’m back in Boston, I’ll be pizzznissed.
Rain, Rain Go Away. And Frig Off.
AC/DC Bad!!! Frickin Rain!
Phish was a No-Go for me and my buddy – ugly george – who has decided to shave his head and has a surpising resenblemce to gorgeous george from snatch. Yah – turned out that the most popular tune of the festivities was ‘slave to the traffic light’… However, I think the Jimanator made it in. I will give you all the details when you get back into town – sounds like canada is going well.
I’d like to say I’m sorry you didn’t go to Phish. I’m not. I think your IQ has probably increased for having missed it. If you want to dance around with smelly hippies, save your money. Get a falafel, get on the red line and go hang out in Harvard Square for the day. I have grown to accept Jim’s love for the band. He is a devotee. You’re peripheral – and shouldn’t be meddling in that cultish, mediochre jam-band horseshit. Stick to Queens Of The Stone Age and bathing regularly.
It’s over, the wannabe trustafarian, we-had-to-find-something-to-do-where-we-could-look-cool-cause-we-can’t-even-begin-to-cop-hip-hop (not that it isn’t a good thing) suburban prep school pseudo hippy fag rock is dead. As someone who was forced to listen to endless bootlegs and jam tapes, someone who even would never dare to say no to any drugs, I say thank you Phish. Now if only dave Matthews would kill himself…
It is pretty weak if your groupies haven’t fucking shaved their armpits in a year.
Seriously face it – they are a bunch of dorks that would be occupying their time on a Friday night with Black Wolf the Dragon Master if it wasn’t for their musika.