You Put the Chik'n in the Car
Here are some pictures from my trip last weekend to Chicago. As my mom taught me when I was young, "You put the chicken in the car, but the car wouldn't go. That's how you spell Chicago!" Weird, huh?
Anyhow, this trip had a slightly early wake-up for me.  My double chin was wide awake, even if my right eye was not...  I did, in fact, make it to the correct gate though.  Upon arriving at O'Hare, my senses were accosted by a surreal neon light show clusterfuck. This part of the airport should be accompanied by a Phillip Glass score.  I stayed with my high school chum Ashley and her boyfriend Hans in this apartment in the Andersonville neighborhood. Cute place; cute couple!   I have a special affinity for Hans since he is a tall bass player. Plus, he hates the Republi-tards as much as I do. And, they both like cats, as do I. They have two tiny kitties. Orko (who slept with me at night):   And the One Who's Name I Forgot (who pretty much ignored me, as you can see) (sorry!):  Chicago is full of wonder and awe, and happy little clouds... Wait, I think I stayed in here too long:  For good measure, here are some arty photos for your enjoyment:   Anyhigh, we went on a rad architectural tour of the city. Here are the highlights. The Sears Tower is out of hand. I mean, c'mon. If Godzilla was a building instead of a weird Japanese dinosaur that rises from the Pacific to battle giants moths and eat subway trains, he would be the Sears Tower:  The new Donald Chump building, which actually tried to fire me as I went by in the boat.  Other random shots of buildings that were pretty rad.    We also went to Millennium Park. They have a nice Gehry-designed amphitheater:  and a very weird mirrored bean sculpture:  I swear I look like more and more of a dirtbag every time I get my picture taken... Anydirty, we also went by the Museum of Science and Industry. I was really impressed with this museum, although I did not take many pictures. Here is one photo that I could not pass up though:  Seriously. An R2D2 mailbox!! Beep boop boop beep boop. Surprisingly, they also have a "scale model" of Seattle at the museum. Not surprisingly, it was all jacked up. First, downtown Chicago and Seattle apparently are located right next to each other and separated by only a mountain range. Second, the buildings were all out of scale and in the wrong places. Third, the First Hill and Capitol Hill neighborhoods are figments of my imagination, and are instead a very Himalaya-esque mountain range (which is supposed to be the Cascades I guess)...   Most surprisingly, though, the Museum has little iddy-biddy baby chee-kons!!! Bok bok!  I had a blast!! Thanks Ashley & Hans!! Nashville Trip!!
Ok, so the band took a little field trip out to Nashville a few weeks ago. Truly a fun trip for a bunch of mellow alt-country rock types.
Here are some pictures (along with my semi-witty banter)... This is the house we all stayed in. It was on Shelby. Purty darn nice.  The first night, we wandered to a bar and actually ended up playing a couple of songs! This is where we were (sorry for the cell phone picture):  Afterward, we... umm, let's just say... Ok, we all got hammered. Andrew pretty much blazed inside and promptly passed out on the sofa without any real discussion.  He was rip-rarrin' ready to go the next night, though:  My favorite part of the trip was the gourmet wiener stand (yes, you read that correctly). It's called "I Dream of Weenie." Ha!  As the sign attests, it IS in fact East Nashville's only full service weenery, whatever the hell that means. I guess people in Nashville were tired of all those half-assed partial-service weeneries.  I got this mish-mash glob of goodness. It made me feel good inside. Then -- shortly thereafter -- it made me feel very, very bad. I'd do it all again though.  Here's Andrew mowing down a gourmet weenie:  Spending several days with the band led me to realize that Josh, Amanda and Mason are all peas in a pod. To wit:    The trip also taught me that some things never change in the South...  But WTF is this??  Our last day, Andrew and I went to the Grand Ole Opry and took a "Behind the Scenes" tour. It was awesome. Except for the Minnie Pearl impersonator. That was just creepy.  Here's the stage:  Andrew and I got to chill backstage in a dressing room for a bit.   They have a circle in the middle of the stage from the old Ryman. Note the dress of Doppelganger Minnie Pearl.  I hope to one day have this view while holding an instrument and looking out on adoring fans. Hell, I don't care if they hate me, as long as I get paid.  Overall, the trip made us feel:  Good Times! Part 1
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