Circus Mexicus: Day One

So I type this from the free Internet in my Pricelined hotel here at the Sheraton Phoenix Airport Hotel Tempe. Yesterday wasn’t too eventful – a late start but we made it to the airport in Buffalo on time, having had no stop for food at that point. Near the gate we found a restaurant called Which Wich that I hadn’t heard of before. Interesting concept where you grab a bag, use a Sharpie to select what you want, hand it to them and they make it for you there, then slide it into your bag. Tasted pretty good, loved the idea of the place.

I have to note that Southwest is all you’ve heard they are and more. They’re the airline Westjet patterned themselves after, which is noticeable, but they really take it beyond. From walking people’s children around the plane to singing through the PA, even to just plain old jokes and fun. We were even allowed to store our guitars in the overhead containers because the steward noted he also played and he’d never let someone touch his instruments. Lucky us.

We were barely here when we headed down to the Four Peaks Brewery in Tempe to meet up with Nick Jasken. Nick and I have a storied history dating back about 16 years by our best estimate, but this would be our first real meeting. Back around 1994 we connected over a mutual love of the band Extreme, and from mailing lists to message boards to newsgroups just built up a rapport for some time. Our contact broke apart until I found his MySpace Music one day and realized that we were both bald guitarists who’d moved on to become big Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers fans. So long story short we met up, had a great evening that lasted about five hours of just conversation. Four Peaks has awesome food and even better beer, I managed to try the Bleu Light Special Burger and the Kilt Lifter, Hefeweizen, Hop Knot IPA, The Raj IPA and Oatmeal Stout, all quite nice. Ended the night with a night swim and hit the sack at what was almost 2am Toronto time for the end of a long day.

So today? Today will be the Diamondbacks game, and a pretty cool story to tell courtesy of our old friend KP – check back tomorrow!

waiting for the punchline

OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nuno Bettencourt jumped on stage to join Tribe of Judah – featuring Gary Cherone, Pat Badger, and Mike Mangini – at a show this past weekend at the Viper Room in California. This is effectively the last remaining obstacle to a reunion of Extreme, the best band EVER. Kinda makes me wish I had hair to grow out.

In similar, but relatively unrelated news, I have finally secured one of the 153 copies of the new Tribe of Judah album available in Canada, and it will arrive in my grubby paws tomorrow. This has, of course, delayed the Best Song and Album lists of 2002 because this sucka is sure to appear now.

This is the greatest Extreme-related day since the first time I heard 3 Sides To Every Story.

Cheers!

Fri… er.. Tuesday Five!

I’m bored and I want to do a Friday Five – so travel with me, back in time – four days…

1. If you could only choose 1 cd to ever listen to again, what would it be?
This question sucks. If I can listen to only one, it’s III Sides To Every Story by Extreme. The third side of the album, an 80-piece orchestral piece, is (in my opinion) the greatest thing ever put on a CD in history. Honorable mention to Straightaways by Son Volt and August and Everything After by Counting Crows.

2. If you could only choose 2 movies to watch ever again, what would they be?
The Goonies and Singles.

3. If you could only choose 3 books to read ever again, what would they be?
The Bible, Scrubs on Skates, and The Giving Tree.

4. If you could only choose 4 things to eat or drink ever again, what would they be?
Vanilla Coke, Iced Tazo Chai, Kraft Dinner, and Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Blizzards.

5. If you could only choose 5 people to ever be/talk/associate/whatever with ever again, who would they be?
My wife, my Mom, my Dad, my sister, and Robert Schuller.

Night!

PS.. thanks Michelle.

See my hangover girl? The

See my hangover girl? The one with the elephant’s toes? She waters down the rain when I get home. Because it’s gonna rain when I get old.
I’m sure you have no idea what that means. Elephant’s toes? Ok, some of you do. If you don’t, no worries. My general opinion of those with elephant’s toes can be summed up in the line: “I’m not worried about your state of mind – you’re not the revolutionary kind.”

Time for the Monday Mission – Friday Five – questions – I don’t care what you call them, just don’t call them elephant’s toes.

Do you like the food on your plate to touch each other?
Unless they are absolutely meant to be together, no. What do I mean by this? A hamburger can touch a bun. The toppings can touch the pizza. However, the veggies can not touch the potatoes and the meat can’t touch the veggies. Simple as dat.

What two foods should never be mixed together?
Wow, this is a neverending list. But, to pick just one? I’ve never seen a Baskin Robbins offer a Pork Milkshake, and I think I know why.

What two foods do you love to mix together?
My single favourite flavour combination? Chipotle puree and lime.

Speaking of strange blends, have you ever had a friendship with someone your complete opposite?
Yes, a few times. The one that immediately springs to mind is Julie. However, all of my good friends are divergent from me in many ways, it makes the friendship that much more entertaining and unpredictable.

How about telling us about two of your favorite songs from two very different musical styles (country and classical, christian and metal)?
Wow. I LOVE music. Two completely different styles, eh? How about “Everything Under the Sun” by Extreme and “Tear Stained Eye” by Son Volt? They’re quite different. The Extreme song is actually three songs brought together over 20+ minutes that come to include acoustic and electric instruments and a complete 80-piece symphony. That’s different in itself. The Son Volt song is just an excellent song set to a lonely acoustic guitar and a soulful voice. Look’em up.

Cheers,
Rick Jessup