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Wednesday, June 24, 2009 

Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
WE MANAGED TO CATCH DELANEY ON HIS WAY FROM WISCONSON TO SEATTLE ... IN BETWEEN FLIGHTS HE GAVE US THE LOWDOWN ON HIS ENGLISH TOUR..

DELANEY, HOW WAS IT TO GO BACK TO LONDON AFTER HOW LONG IS IT NOW A YEAR?

OH, YOU KNOW... OLD ENGLISH FOOD AND BUSES AND THAT...

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OH SO YOU ARE A FAN OF THE ENGLISH FOOD? WE WERE AWARE YOU LIKED THE FOOD SIDE OF TRAVEL, BUT WOULD YOU SAY THIS IS ONE OF THE MAIN THINGS YOU LOOK AT WHILE ON TOUR?

WELL NOT EXCLUSIVELY, THERE ARE ALSO SIGHTS TO SEE AND PEOPLE TO MEET..

OH YOU LIKE SIGHTSEEING..? WHAT SORT OF THINGS DO YOU LIKE TO SEE? OLD CHURCHES OR HISTORICAL LANDMARKS??

NO MORE LIKE URBAN SIGHTS...

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OH THE HAPPY SIGHTS OF LONDON.. YES I SEE.. HOW NICE.. AND WHAT ABOUT THE PEOPLE YOU MENTIONED.. ARE THEY AS PLEASANT AS YOUR LANDSCAPE PREFERENCES..??

YES QUITE.. I MET UP WITH MAMA ROSIN FOR SOME GOOD OLD FISH AND CHIPS..

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AND MISS MIKA DO FOR A DRINK AND A CHAT..

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MR ZYMON FROM THE BLACK GARDENIA FOR SOME SPEAKEASY..

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AND DJ SCRATCHY FOR A BAGEL ON BRICK LANE..

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OH BACK TO THE FOOD AGAIN EH??


WELL, YES.

AND WHAT WAS THE REASON YOU WERE HERE IN LONDON IN THE FIRST PLACE.. WAS IT PURELY FOR THE TOURING?

WELL ACTUALLY IT WAS TO COMPETE IN THE SADDEST SONG IN THE WORLD COMPETITION. I WAS ONE OF TEN HAND PICKED MUSICIANS FROM AROUND THE WORLD, PEOPLE CAME FROM OSLO, RUSSIA, GERMANY, SCOTLAND, PARIS, NEW YORK....

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WOW IT LOOKS BEAUTIFUL.. DID YOU WIN THE COMPETITION AT ALL??

NO I GOT THIRD PLACE IN THE SAD SONG COMPETITION...

YOU LOSER

FUCK YOU

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU DELANEY FOR YOUR UNIQUE INTERVIEW STYLE AND SHARING YOUR INSIGHTS WITH US... ANY LAST THINGS TO SAY??

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HERE IS MY FAVOURITE MEAL I SAW... GRAPES AND SAUSAGES ON THE FOOTPATH.

THANKS AGAIN





 

 
Monday, May 18, 2009 

Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

WE CAUGHT UP WITH DELANEY AFTER HIS TOUR DE FRANCE, WE MANAGED TO ASK HIM A COUPLE OF QUESTIONS ABOUT TIME HE HAD SPENT IN FRANCE AND HOW IT WAS:

WAS THIS YOUR FIRST TIME YOU TOURED FRANCE?
YES, ACTUALLY THIS WAS THE FIRST SOLO TOUR OF FRANCE I HAVE DONE, I TOURED FRANCE WITH DEAD BROTHERS ON OUR LAST TOUR, THE "NO SINGER "TOUR, AND HAVE ALSO PLAYED SMALL FORAYS INTO FRANCE, BUT THIS WAS THE FIRST TIME I WAS ABLE TO BRING THE GHOST ORCHESTRA.
I MET UP WITH WOVEN HAND IN MARTIGNY AND WE PLAYED THERE THEN LEFT FOR FEYZIN. BEAUTIFUL DRIVING FROM MARTIGNY THROUGH THE WINE REGION OF THE LAC DU GENEVE, FRENCH ALPS ON THE OTHER SIDE.. STUNNING..



WE PLAYED FEYZIN, GREAT SHOW, NICE BIG STAGE, GREAT SOUND...IT FELT A BIT LIKE A SCHOOL PERFORMANCE.. PEOPLE WERE SO WELL BEHAVED.. THE STAFF WE REALLY HELPFUL.. AND THE HALL HELPED WITH THIS AMBIENCE TOO, BUT IT WAS A GOOD NIGHT..

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THEN I SPLIT FROM WOVENHAND, AND I WENT TO MEET MONSIEUR JEAN LUC NAVETTE FROM VIVA DOLOR TATTOO DESIGN IN LYON.. HE SHOWED ME THE LITTLE COVERED STREETS OF LYON, AND THE FREEMASONS SECRET RECIPE FOR THE PHOILOSOPHERS STONE, CARVED INTO THE DOOR OF THE CATHEDRAL.. WE SAW THE CHARGING HORSES IN THE MAIN SQUARE..WHAT A GENTLEMAN

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 HE HAD ORGANISED A SHOW, ORIGINALLY WE WERE GONNA MAKE A SHOW IN HIS TATTOO SHOP, BUT ENDED UP PLAYING IN THE SONIC... A BEAUTIFUL BOAT ON THE RIVER, AFTER THE SHOW A SWAN WAS EATING SOME DEAD GUY IN THE WATER,  IT LOOKED SO NICE.. SUCH POETRY IN FRANCE..SMELT PRETTY STRONG...

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THE PEOPLE ARE SO HAPPY HERE IN LYON.. SO FRIENDLY AND SUCH JOIE DE VIVRE.. (FRENCH FOR EXCITEMENT)

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ANOTHER GUY WHO SAID HE LOVED THE BEATLES ESPECIALLY THE SONG YESTERDAY.. SAID HE REALLY RELATED TO THE LYRICS..

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SO SADLY THE NEXT DAY, WE SAID GOODBYE TO JEAN LUC AND AUDREY AND LYON.. WHAT A GREAT PLACE.. THANKS FOR THE HOSPITALITY AND THE GOOD CARE...

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SO FROM THERE YOU WENT UP TO REIMS? WERE THOSE THE ONLY SHOWS YOU DID WITH WOVENHAND? HOW DID YOU MEET JEAN LUC IN THE FIRST PLACE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE??

YEAH YEAH.. IF YOU GIVE ME A CHANCE I WILL TELL YOU..FROM THERE WE (BEING ME, ALAIN FROM THE COME AND GO, I CALL HIM COME AND ALAIN, HIS GOOD GAL STEPHANIE, AND DANNY (WHOSE PARENTS PLACE WE WERE GOING TO PLAY IN HERMONVILLE, A LITTLE VILLAGE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CHAMPAGNE REGION NEAR REIMS) WHO COMES FROM THERE) ALL HIT THE ROAD AND DROVE UP TO REIMS..





ALAIN LOVES FRANCE.. IT WAS A PRETTY COOL DRIVE.. NICE MOODS.. WE GOT TO REIMS AROUND 5.30 IN THE EVENING.. IT WAS RAINING AND WE WERE A BIT WORRIED FOR THE PARTY BECAUSE IT WAS PLANNED FOR OUTSIDE..

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BUT BY THE TIME THE EVENING CAME AND WE HAD EATEN THE PIZZA AND SAUCISSE THE WEATHER HAD CLEARED UP AND IT WAS OK..PEOPLE WERE READY FOR SOME ENTERTAINMENT.. THE LOCAL MAYOR HAD GIVEN THE THUMBS UP, THE TOWN WAS WARNED AND WE HAD PERMISSION TIL 10:15 TO MAKE AS MUCH NOISE AS WE WANTED..

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SO WITH ONE SIDE OF THE P.A. WORKING I MANAGED TO MAKE SIX SONGS LAST AN HOUR AND A HALF... I DONT KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED.. EVENTUALLY THE STORM CAME BACK AND TO THE STRAINS OF RAMBLING MAN THE CONCERT CAME TO A RUMBLING AND THUNDEROUS CLIMAX... I GRABBED THE
PEDALS AND THE GHOST ORCHESTRA FROM THE DUST BEFORE IT TURNED TO MUD.. AND THE FRIENDLY LOCALS COMMENCED TO SING LOCAL MUSIC DEEP INTO THE NIGHT WHILST OPENING BOTTLE AFTER BOTTLE OF LOCAL CHAMPAGNE...





THE NEXT MORNING WE HAD A BIG FARMHOUSE STYLE BREAKFAST.. AND WHAT VISIT TO FRANCE IS COMPLETE WITHOUT A BIG FARMHOUSE TABLE EXPERIENCE..MENNO (DANNY'S DUTCH FATHER) COOKED UP BUCKETS OF NASI GORENG AND WE ALL ATE OURSELVES FULL...

WHAT ABOUT WOVENHAND? DID YOU CATCH UP WITH THEM??

FUNNY I WAS JUST GETTING TO THAT BIT.. THIS PART OF THE TRIP WAS THE MOST STRESSFUL FOR ME.. THE SITUATION WAS LIKE THIS: I HAD TO PLAY AT 20:30 FOR A HALF HOUR, (WITH WOVENHAND, SO I PLAYED THREE CONCERTS WITH THEM IN TOTAL) THEN SELL SOME CDS (PREFERABLY), THEN GET THE TRAIN TO PARIS TO MEET MY CONTACT MISS LALLA MORTE, AND GET THE EUROSTAR FROM PARIS TO LONDON AT 6:34 AM THE NEXT MORNING..

SEEMS SIMPLE ENOUGH..

 
YEAH YEAH...SO WE DROVE INTO REIMS TO SEE WHAT TIME THE TRAIN LEFT FROM

REIMS FOR PARIS, I WAS ALREADY LATE FOR THE SOUNDCHECK FOR THE SHOW WITH WOVENHAND.. BUT I WANTED TO GET THE TIMETABLE SORTED OUT BEFORE HEADING TO THE VENUE..
WELL SOMEHOW WE MANAGED TO FIND OUR WAY INTO THE STATION, IT WAS UNDER RENOVATION (FRENCH STYLE), SO TO GET INTO IT WAS LIKE AN INVASION.. IT WAS LIKE A FORTRESS WITH FAKE ENTRANCES, MOATS, WIRE SCREENS, HOLES AND PITS, ANGRY WORKERS AND FOOT TRAFFIC OF THE GOOD PEOPLE OF REIMS TRYING TO GET HOME OR TO THE STATION.. WELL WE FOUND THE TICKET AND INFORMATION MAN, WHO TOLD US THAT THE LAST TRAIN WAS GOING TO LEAVE REIMS AT 8:15 PM.. A QUARTER OF AN HOUR BEFORE IT WAS TIME TO PLAY.. I WAS GOBSMACKED.. THE ONLY POSSIBILITY WAS TO GO BACK TO HERMONVILLE TO SLEEP THE NIGHT, THEN DRIVE BACK TO REIMS AT FOUR IN THE MORNING TO GET THE TRAIN AT 5 AM MEET THE CONTACT IN PARIS, AND TAKE THE 6:43 TO LONDON.. AYE AYE.. WELL I THOUGHT, THATS THE WAY ITS GONNA BE.. TALKIN TO RUDOPLH FROM THE CARTONNIERIE HE MENTIONED THAT HE COULD ORGANISE A ROOM IN A HOTEL FOR ME IN REIMS, WHICH WOULD SAVE ALAIN AND DANNY THE 4 AM DRIVE FROM HERMONVILLE TO REIMS FOR ME.. THIS WAS A GREAT START TO THE SOLUTION, SAVED THE POOR GUYS A EARLY MORNING RIDE TO HELL, (ESPECIALLY AS THEY HAD TO DRIVE BACK TO NEUCHATEL THE SAME DAY AND WORK THAT NIGHT IN THE QUEEN KONG CLUB)....

HOW FAR IS THAT?

I GUESS NON STOP ITS ABOUT 6 HOURS.. ANYWAY I WAS SORTED WITH A HOTEL AND A TAXI RIDE TO THE TRAIN STATION AT 4:30 IN THE MORNING.. I WAS TOSSING THIS OVER IN MY MIND WHILE I PACKED UP THE MERCHANDISE AT THE END OF THE NIGHT, AND SOMEONE STARTED TALKIN TO ME.. HE WAS THE LAST GUY LEFT IN THE NIGHT CLUB.. SAYING SOMETHING ABOUT GOING TO NEW ZEALAND.. THIS MIGHT SOUND RUDE, BUT I HAVE HEARD SO MANY PEOPLE SAY THAT.. EVERYONE WANTS TO GO TO NEW ZEALAND THESE DAYS.. I WAS HALF LISTENING TO THIS GUY. HE SEEMED SINCERE.. HE WAS MENTIONING SOMETHING ABOUT COMING  TO THE SHOW FROM PARIS.. HANG ON .. DID YOU SAY PARIS?? YES HE SAID HE HAD COME FROM PARIS TO SEE THE SHOW TONIGHT.... ARE YOU GOING BACK THERE TONIGHT I ASKED?? YES HE SAID.. OH THE LUCK OF THE HOBO I THOUGHT TO MYSELF... I TOLD RUDOLPH I DIDNT NEED THE HOTEL ANY MORE I HAD FOUND A RIDE.. HEY THATS GREAT HE SAID.. LET ME GIVE YOU A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE FROM THE REGION.. SO THERE I WAS.. ON THE WAY TO PARIS.. MEET THE CONTACT.. BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE IN THE BAG.. 100% JOHNSON.....

ADIEU REIMS, ADIEU PARIS..VIVE LA FRANCE..

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WELL THATS IT? I GUESS SO.. THANKS MR DAVIDSON FOR SPENDING SOOME TIME TO TELL US ABOUT YR TOUR OF FRANCE. DO YOU THINK YOU WILL COME BACK TO PLAY FRANCE AGAIN??

YES FOR SURE. THANKS YOU TOO DICK HEAD

IS IT TRUE YOU HAVE TOURETTES?

FUCK YOU JACKOFF ASSHOLE.



Tuesday, April 14, 2009 

Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Here are a couple of live shots.. from Biesenthals life raft of performance beauty and cool lakeside air, to the wooden and overdriven close quarters of Berlins Bar 25.. side by side....

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Monday, April 13, 2009 

Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Well, starting off in the small and nearly invisible age old gasthaus Linde in Burgberg, we (me, Pierre and Santiago Rapallo) began our tour of Southern Germany.

 A scribbled few words on a scrappy piece of paper was our directions to get there, and we got the chance to practise our german with the friendly locals.After a hearty schnitzel we played and they sure took a shine to Senor Santiago, and the gasthaus rang with the chant:" SANTI...SANTI.." he thought they were going to eat him.. I wouldnt be suprised if they are still chanting it today..he got off lightly with a minimalist drum solo and we managed to escape after being held at knife point and threatened with hashish consumption.. LINDE BURGBERG is an amazing old hotel run by a man whose father and grandfather ran it before him..


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Next night was Eiscafe Salvatore.. a small family run Italian Gelateria, they fed us pasta and insisted we try their homemade ice cream.. we were glad they insisted, and were stunned by the tastes of the pistachio and the banana flavours. caramel aswell was a favourite.. after entertaining the bemused locals for a couple of hours we went to sleep deep in the black forest.. and awoke to a sunny day of the last remaining snow.. spring is begun, but winter still has some outstretched fingers..

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Next two nights we played were in Cafe Limba. after Pierre nearly had a fight with a guy who wouldnt let him look at a guitar in a guitar store. typical music store guy too busy polishing the sticker off the back of a guitar to recognise a potential customer.. shame shame...

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Then we set out for Tübingen, and said goodbye to the warm and outstreched arms of Herr Bernard Zipfel, the spider of Villingen Schwenningan. Tübingen, a sweet little town, where no one would talk to us on the street.. we reckon it was the smell of the Black Forest that scared them away.. they just walked right past us.. so we took the big red volvo and drove through the beautiful little town square like a bunch of redneck gypsy soldiers.. we played that night in the Blauer Salon, squat venue par excellence..

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Next was München, and a date with our old friends Los Dos Hermanos, santiago was getting crazy with the time difference in eating, at one point he told us to get fucked, we could do what we liked he was going to get out of the car, he was going to eat something.. so we dropped him off and before we could get back out into the traffic he was screaming for us to stop the car..he was gonna come with us.. because .."the fuckin chinese restaurant was closed and I dont want to go the brazillian restaurant.. its called "CHURRASCO" what kind of a fuckwit calls their restaurant "CHURRASCO...." Well we didnt argue with him.. he came along for the ride and we went to visit the concentration camp Dachau. i wont even try to describe it. you have to go there to experience this place.

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München was great... amazing hospitality from the GütFeeling records guys, what ever these guys do they do with a style and an ease that is really inspirational. their music and the way they are.. true gentlemen.

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We felt completely at home after our chequered experiences so far.. and left the next day after a great breakfast of weisswürst, with the music from the night before ringing in our ears still..

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We left München in fine spirits and took a scenic route to Freiburg am Breisgau.. what was a 350k journey ended up taking about 6 hours thanks to massive detours, and slow small towns choked with holiday traffic.. We were also sad to say goodbye at this point, as Pierre and Santiago and Marta would depart South for Switzerland, and i would head North for Berlin..
 
So after one more fine breakfast from good friends Jens and Patrizia we split ways.. and i joined the MitFahrGelegenHeit to try my luck for a trip to Berlin.. i managed to have a record trip and made it in more than two hours faster than normal thanks to the 200kph driving and minimal breaks..



Arrival in Berlin was early and just in time for a schnitzel..

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Next day was in Biesenthal, the place deserves a whole write up in itself.. but i will show this photo of the stage to give you some idea of the personal touch and beauty of the place...

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And finally the Bar 25, legendary in the Berlin party and rave scene.. whats a cowboy like me doing in a place like this...?

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Saturday, December 20, 2008 

Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
WELL,  I  SAW  A  LOTTA  MUSIC  ON  MY  TOUR  OF  THE  STATES  AS YOU  MIGHT  WELL  IMAGINE .  I  SAW  SOME  SPECTACULAR WIERDNESS  AND  SOME  STUFF  I DIDNT  LIKE  SO  MUCH . . BUT THIS  MAN  TOM  WALBANK  AND  HIS  BAND  THE  AMBASSADORS REALLY  BLEW  ME  AWAY .  THEY  WERE  A  BEAUTIFULLY  PACED SLOW  INTENSE  SMOULDERING  TRIO ,  WHO  DID  STUFF  FROM MUDDY  WATERS  AND  THEIR  OWN  MIX  OF  DRY  UP  FRONT  TIME BENDING  MAGIC . .  I  ONLY  CAPTURED  A  SOLO  HARP PERFORMACE  TO  OFFER  YOU . . I  KNOW  ITS  A  RARE  THING  TO RECOMMEND  A  BLUES  BAND ,  AND  THESE  GUYS  HAVE  TO  BE  SEEN  TO  BE  BELIEVED   ...   BUT  CHECK  THEM  OUT...

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Wednesday, December 17, 2008 

Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
HOWDY PILGRIMS.. WELL WITH THE HELP OF SOME NEIGHBOURLY LOANS, I AM ABLE TO BRING YOU THE LATEST IN GEORGIAN DIETARY SPLENDOUR.. DIRECT FROM THE TABLE TO YOU.. THIS IS A PLACE CALLED ZEBS BBQ.. I HAVE EATEN IN SOME REALLY AMAZING BBQ JOINTS AND THIS WAS SOMETHING ELSE.. THE PLATE WAS A SMALL PLATE.. WHICH MEANT IT DIDNT HAVE AN EXTRA HELPING OF STEW.. THE DRINK IS SWEETENED ICED TEA. NOTE THE BEAUTIFUL PLATE COLOUR AND THE FINE CONSISTENCY OF THE STEW, THE CAREFUL COLOUR NATCHING OF THE MEALS DIFFERENT COMPONENTS SUITED PERFECTLY TO THE DECOR... A LOAF OF SLICED WHITE BREAD WAS ON EVERY TABLE.. I GUESS YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO MAKE SANDWICHES OUT OF IT ALL..
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THE TOILET SEAT WAS THE SAME COLOUR AS THE PLATE, WITH ITS OWN STEW MARKS.. IT HAS BEEN HERE FOR 60 YEARS AT LEAST. THE CHIPS ARE THE POTATO OR STARCH ELEMENT OF THE MEAL...AND THE "SLAW" IS THE VEGIES...Y'ALL COME BACK NOW... KNOCKOUT!!

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Monday, December 15, 2008 

Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
WELL WELL... AFTER TRYING TO TREAT YOU FOLKS TO SOME GOOD FOOD IMAGES AND MOUTH WATERING TRASH TEMPTATIONS, I HAVE GONE AND LOST MY CAMERA... SADLY THIS WAS JUST BEFORE WE HIT THE LOUISIANA PART OF THE JOURNEY... SO THE CATFISH ATCHAFALAYA WITH DIRTY RICE AND GREEN BEANS IS ONLY A RUMOUR.. THE IN AND OUT BURGER JUST MERE HERESAY... THE SWORDFISH BURGER MIGHT AS WELL NOT EXIST.. NOT TO MENTION THE SOUTHERN BUFFETS WE FOUND HIDDEN IN THE WOODS, MOUNDS OF RIBS, BBQ'D AND GLISTENING RED GOLD.. TROUGHS OF GOLDEN BROWN SOUTHERN FRIED CHICKEN, PILES OF GREEN BEANS WITH HOMESMOKED BACON, CARROTS LIKE BIG GOLD COINS, MOUNTAINS OF FRESH HOT BISCUITS, CORN BREAD, FLUFFY MASHED POTATOES, SIENNA SLURRYS OF PINTO BEANS, BUCKETS OF CHILLI CON CARNE, HUGE PITCHERS OF SWEET ICE TEA, TRAYS OF PEACH COBBLER AND COOKIES... RIP OLYMPUS 709.....
Wednesday, December 03, 2008 

Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
WHAT TRIP TO HOLLYWOOD WOULD BE COMPLETE WITHOUT STEALING A LEMON FROM CLARK GABLE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT??



TRUE STORY...
Monday, December 01, 2008 

Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
WELL, I TELL YA... AFTER A TRIP THROUGH SUCH CULINARY GHETTOES AS KANSAS, SALT LAKE CITY AND DENVER, I WAS IN A DREAM TO LAND IN SEATTLE AND FIND MY OLD FRIEND ANDY WHO I USED TO KNOW IN MELBOURNE NOW OWNS A RESTAURANT, AND I WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO BE A GUEST IN HIS FINE ESTABLISHMENT, BIZARRO RESTAURANT. A UNDERGROUND CULT OF EATING...

FIRST COURSE, GORGONZOLA BRUSCHETTA, WITH PRESERVED FIG AND BALSAMIC REDUCTION

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SECOND COURSE, PORK BELLY, WITH APPLES AND CARAMALISED ONIONS

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THIRD COURSE, CAESAR SALAD

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MAIN COURSE, LAMB SHANK WITH POLENTA AND SPINACH

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DESERT, CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM ON A CHOCOLATE PUDDING WITH AN ESPRESSO DUMPED ON TOP..

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SO THEN AS IF THIS WASNT ENOUGH.. THE NEXT DAY ANDY TOOK ME TO THE MARKETS OF SEATTLE, AND WE SAW THE MOUNTAINS OF FISH, THE SIZE OF THE PRAWNS AND HUGE CRAB LEGS... REAL NORTHERN FISHERMAN TYPES.. IT WAS A FOGGY DAY AND IN THE MIST I CAUGHT A COLD... BUT THE FOOD WILL LIVE ON IN MY MEMORY...

FISH SEATTLE
THEN A SOUP (ROAST CHICKEN AND BELUGA LENTIL, FUCKIN SUBLIME TEXTURE..)

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AND A RARE TUNA STEAK SANDWICH WITH TOMATO RELISH

TUNA SANDWICH SEATTLE

GOD BLESS SEATTLE...
Wednesday, November 26, 2008 
SO WE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE ABOUT YOUNG PEOPLE BUYING GUNS.. BELONGING TO THE ADULT CULT OF WEAPONS AND POWER AT THE END OF YOUR FINGER TIPS.. SUBSCRIBING TO THIS CLUB IS ONE THING BUT DID YOU KNOW THERE IS ALSO A YOUTH SECTION IN THE GUN DEPARTMENT?? GUNS ARE FOR KIDS MAN...

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ANOTHER ADULT CLUB IS THE GOOD OLD FREEMASONS CLUB.. THESE BADGES OF MERIT WERE IN THE BACK OF A CAR IN WISCONSIN DELLS, I DONT KNOW HOW FAR THESE PEOPLE TRAVEL FROM THE AREA THEY SPEND THE MOST TIME IN.. BUT TO CARRY A SECRET BADGE TO ALLOW YOU SECRET PASS STATUS AT THE TOLL GATE SEEMS A BIT OVERKILL, ESPECIALLY EIGHT OF THEM..

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TO THE RIGHT
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