Lipstick Shades of Parking
Damn the big city, man. I've never bragged about being a good driver, but have prided myself on parking technique. The first day of my tour began in Vancouver with a few days of recording before hitting the road. The park job at my producer's apartment was questionable, I admit. But John assured me that it would be just fine. After a full day of laying down overdubs, I went out to my car around midnight to find a fellow tenant who did not, apparently, aggree that my park job was harmless. And she let me know by scribbling, in bright red lipstick, DICKHEAD across my back window. Perhaps she liked the feel of gloss on window, because she continued on, lipsticking my door handle and scribbling "Nice Parking Ass" on the passenger window. Hmmm.
By the time I got back to the pad, I was too tired to get out the scrub brush. And the next morning, I was in a hurry to get back to the studio. So I didn't get around to removing the friendly message immediately.
Among friends and family, it's pretty common knowledge that my tours are referred to as U-turn tours. Blame my poor navigational instincts and disregard for city bylaws. Alas, the fine law keepers of Vancouver were not to be toyed with on the second morning of my tour. One harmless U-turn introduced me to two very kind officers on motorbikes. One informed me that he would be kind, give me a break and charge me with a lesser offense that would not show up on my record. Bless his soul. He quickly grilled me on my past driving record before issuing the ticket. I wonder if he questioned how flawless my record in fact was, as he stood behind my car, jotting down my license plate and reading the bright red DICKHEAD still glaring from the previous night.
Ah, but a few more blessed days in the studio color unfortunate events as laughable episodes when the record shapes up, better than expected and always a thrill. Gotten love the sweet touch of John Ellis, not to mention the fine health-driven cooking of his sexy wife Leslie Alexander (check her out at www.lesliealexander.com) who delivers us lunch in between working on the release of her own album. I miss them already.
By the time I got back to the pad, I was too tired to get out the scrub brush. And the next morning, I was in a hurry to get back to the studio. So I didn't get around to removing the friendly message immediately.
Among friends and family, it's pretty common knowledge that my tours are referred to as U-turn tours. Blame my poor navigational instincts and disregard for city bylaws. Alas, the fine law keepers of Vancouver were not to be toyed with on the second morning of my tour. One harmless U-turn introduced me to two very kind officers on motorbikes. One informed me that he would be kind, give me a break and charge me with a lesser offense that would not show up on my record. Bless his soul. He quickly grilled me on my past driving record before issuing the ticket. I wonder if he questioned how flawless my record in fact was, as he stood behind my car, jotting down my license plate and reading the bright red DICKHEAD still glaring from the previous night.
Ah, but a few more blessed days in the studio color unfortunate events as laughable episodes when the record shapes up, better than expected and always a thrill. Gotten love the sweet touch of John Ellis, not to mention the fine health-driven cooking of his sexy wife Leslie Alexander (check her out at www.lesliealexander.com) who delivers us lunch in between working on the release of her own album. I miss them already.
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