Back from the End of Days...

Well, we managed to get back from our travels in one piece, and just in time to have Christmas with two different sides of the family.  Monica was pretty sick for about a week and is just now feeling normal-ish.  I made it through the last couple of weeks without catching cooties from anyone, even as the kleenex piles grew and grew.  I'm just now catching my breath while enjoying some solid down time after so much rock and holiday food.  It's nice to not have anything big looming on the horizon just yet.  

The shows with Sunn O))) went really well, and they were great hosts.  I've thrown a few photographs together while I try and piece together our trip.  In the meantime, thanks to Sunn, Pete, Randall, Dead in the Dirt, Ben and everyone else who helped make things run smoothly.  There was only one incident in which a band member went missing overnight, which is not that bad when you compare that to the kinds of things that can go wrong.  He did mysteriously pop up at the next city and the show, as they say, did indeed go on.

Click to see more photos from our trip.  I'll have more to post about our adventure in the days ahead.  Our homecoming show here in Raleigh is just a couple weeks from now, so hopefully I'll have some decent live shots of us after that.  For now I hope you will enjoy these...

When "rock" calls...

Well, we're off for our week long West Coast stint!  It's hard to believe that after twelve years of writing music, Loincloth is actually taking its magic show on the road! Fortunately for us, Rock knows no boundaries, so a group of four crusty musicians like us can still contribute to the world by kickin' our own peculiar brand of instrumental metal for the soul.  Thankfully, science provides us with pills to help with the kinds of things that never used to bother us! Not recreational pills mind you, but the "doc-in-a-bottle" type pills that make rockin' out a little less painful the next day!  Hell, if the The Rolling Stones can do it in their early 100's we should be able to kick some walker-'n'-caned ass in our 40's, right?

The adorable dog in the photo is Jasmine, and she's probably going to be a little mopey until I get back.  She'll forget about me when it's dinner time, and every time Monica takes her for an r-i-d-e ( if I type it as a word she'll go nuts! ) but she will definitely be on a pity trip for a few days.  Aww, who am I kidding?  I'll miss her too!  Almost as much as I'll miss her mother.  Monica, it's up to you to make sure that Jasmine feels loved while I'm gone.  I'm the bigger sucker between the two of us and she has grown accustomed to a certain level of spoiling!  Oh, note the framed photo on the wall behind Jasmine.  It's the original photo that the cover of "Iron Balls of Steel" was cropped from.  Maybe I'll post it and the missing image from the inside of the cd some day.  Right now I have to figure out how to cram all of my clothes, a bunch of Loincloth shirts, cd's, vinyl and some drum stuff into a suitcase. Here's hoping the Christmas rush prevents the TSA from deciding to pull every garment out of my bag out of boredom!

What tales there will be to tell once I get back!  Assuming of course that the End of Days doesn't really happen on 12/21/2012.  I've made a flag for a new nation..."Stevetopia", just in case the excrement hits the fan while we're in the air on our way back.  Someone has to start over, and I'm up for the challenge!  I will be a benevolent dictator, unless of course someone dares to disagree with my decrees.  Then Jasmine here will whine and pester my enemies into submission.  She is merciless in her pitiful cuteness!  Her dead bird breath is merciless too.  She's a self contained "good cop, bad cop" interrogation team.  No one can take her one on one.

More when we return...

Merry Christmas, everyone!  And safe travels!