I'm Melting
Late summer, the Valley. The short period of the year when L.A. weather can be a pain in the ass. Sweat.
Tomorrow, Camp Freddy is playing a NASCAR event at the California Speedway, and I am doing a song with them. We worked out a medley of two Who songs (Baba O' Reilly and Pinball Wizard). The song(s) sound good, and singing Daltrey is always a blast. So officially, this will be the first time that The Panic Channel is onstage together (with the addition of Mr. Billy Morrison). I am not sure who else is singing for the band, but I know Jerry Cantrell is playing. I also hear that maybe Paris Hilton will do a song. Meh.
The event is some crazy race (Jeff Gordon will be there) in Fontana, CA, and apparently from what I am told, what I am feeling right now, is not heat. That's heat.
I worked out my arms on Wednesday and can't really bring them up to my face. Hoping this clears up by tomorrow, so I can properly operate a microphone.
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Hi steve
So the Paris Hilton post comes back to bite in the ass!!
Never mind I'm sure you and the CF crew will have a blast (wish I could be there to see it)
Here's to hoping the old quote isn't true, you know the one, "we'll always have Paris" (shudders at the thought)
have a great time tomorrow
Matt (agent TrippyKittens)
Posted by: Matt | September 3, 2004 04:46 PM
heya Steve
It was hot in Iowa today as well. I was walking around today throwing my keys up in the air and said, "hey, do you think I could throw my keys and get them caught up there?" this reminded me of an event that happened back in the Bronze Ages (otherwise known as 1987) when I was working at Disneyland with a friend of mine named Steve who looks eerily familiar; Steve's keys somehow got caught in the track of the monorail and Fred Flinstone gave his life so that Steve and I didn't have to have a long walk home. this is just a friendly reminder to my buddy Steve to give thanks to the memory of our dearly departed Fred Flintstone.
-rich goodson, Cabana Boy of Satan
Posted by: Rich Goodson | September 3, 2004 07:45 PM
Aghh! I've lost my car keys, and my front door key. Please no mention of keys. Have spent 2 days looking for them.
At this point suspecting someone of stelaing them.
I hope to god that Fred wasn't a real person, and that I haven't commited some kind of horrible faux-pas by writing about keys.
Enjoy the show tomorrow Steve.
Hope Paris doesn't read this blog. :P
Lisa
Posted by: ylais | September 4, 2004 07:39 AM
Dammit, I posted a very eloquent comment, and I can't find it, so I will post again.
Don't worry about the heat, you can go shirtless (PLEASE?) And don't worry about going shirtless, because the good people in Fontana have seen that the area has been sufficiently aerial bombed by all varieties of poison so as to kill any trace of West Nile mosquitoes.
What are you guys doing after your set? Jump on the 10 head east to the college town of Redlands, where hundreds of kids are returning to their dorms after a long summer's nap, frantically partying like it's 1999. There are no less than 3 pubs, 2 martini bars, and plenty of hole in the wall pool halls to keep us busy! Let us know if you boys want company!
Posted by: jezebel | September 4, 2004 10:01 AM
It is so hot in the UK right now, it's fantastic, and pretty unusual.
Baba O'Reilly is a great song (I remember also when PJ did it on their unplugged)
If I'd been around before the weekend I'd have asked you to ask Billy if he knows any Chas and Dave songs(!)
Hope it all went well for you.
Peace Out
RP
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Posted by: RecklessPrincess | September 6, 2004 07:20 AM
How do you think he does it? I don't know. What makes him so good?
Posted by: Mary | September 17, 2006 03:48 AM