Purple Shirt of the Week: Making tracks

This person just moved away last week. :(

Purple Shirt of the Week: Irony

Irony...it's the way to describe a shirt that was recently pressed,
worn for an afternoon, and then hung back up in the closet crammed in
with your other (probably purple) shirts. It's *mostly* good.

Certainly would be in better shape than that black shirt with the
french cuffs I carried around on tour last month to every show and
only ended up wearing twice because of rushed load-ins or whatever -
forever stuffed in a bag, sometimes aired out (translation: taken out
of the bag while rummaging for a toothbrush, etc, and left on the
floor until the next morning), and almost lost the cufflinks on a
rooftop in Washington DC. I know I wasn't getting those back if that
happened. But that story ends happily. And the other happy ending is
probably that I didn't wear the shirt more, for the sake of our fans
after the show. For anyone who's seen what goes into a live TtW show,
you know it means a lot of sweat all around, with about three shirts a
night for yours truly (load-in, show, and something non-offensive
(wet) to greet people in after the show before the load-out).

None of this has anything to do with friend Sharon's photo. She is
giving the two thumbs up, which is completely NOT how I feel regarding
this sudden invasion of wet new england autumn into my life. Hence
the irony. See?

And now you probably know too much about tour hygiene. And now
understand why sometimes band members start raiding their own merch
case for something to wear. (Ah, the multiple i84 breakdown in '07 on
the way to Worcester...)

foiled again

reposted blog with image that didn't load. i now have my suspicions about what's going on here...

Purple Shirt of the Week: You'll be seeing more of this soon enough...

Here we are, my rabid purple fans, in the first week of September. Summer is over, forget when the equinox says it is. It's September, when school starts, weather gets cooler and the first "R" month you can go back to eating oysters.

Speaking of, I have maintained for many years that I would not eat sushi. My reasoning being that we are evolved enough as a species that we can cook our food and not eat animals right after being killed without the appropriate amount of cooking time. I'm pretty open minded about food, but come on. (Cerveche cooks in the lemon juice? Yeah right, now many flaming lemons have you seen outside of a Village People commercial for Tropicana?)

I was in Washington DC this summer when my friend's husband was REALLY wanting to go to a raw bar in the Foggy Bottom district where all the rich and/or powerful peeps eat; the thought being the food would be excellent and as fresh as you could get it. And I wanted no part of the menu. Until I realized that perhaps I had been hypocritical, recalling I had, as a child, eaten oysters rockerfeller, which, of course, is raw. Well, when in Rome... I ignored the creepy realization of what I was eating and went for it.

So I guess when TtW tours Asia and we are in Tokyo for 2 nights, I will break down and have the sushi...

It the meantime, here is a shawl that will help keep you warm as you go a-Travelin'