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Last Updated: 11/19/2009

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City: AUSTIN
State: Texas
Country: US
Signup Date: 2/28/2006

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Saturday, November 14, 2009 
Fastball recently did a session for Daytrotter. The sessions are recorded live at this little studio in Rock Island Illinois (home of Cheap Trick). They typically feature indie bands like Grizzly Bear, Spoon, Deerhunter etc. but they also have legends like Kris Kristofferson and Carly Simon.You can listen to the sessions here: http://www.daytrotter.com/dt/fastball-concert/20030795-2302.html
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009 
Some people do very well on marijuana. They function with no problem whatsoever.
Willie Nelson springs to mind.
Bob Marley was stoned every minute of the day, but he was still very productive.
Then there's me.
I like smoking pot best when I'm headed to bed.
That way if I lay there unable to speak with a big goofy grin plastered on my face it wont matter.
Unfortunately, I was headed away from my house when I took the first of many tokes off a big fat spliff.
Things got very strange, very quickly.
I soon felt like I was wrapped in cellophane.
I was floating above the car.
We went down to this big show at the Austin Music Hall.
I soon found myself talking to people but my words were like a tape recording that I was listening to.
I didn't feel like I was doing the talking.
It was unsettling.
I was thinking if I only had a beer that would help bring me back down to Earth.
The lines to the bar were long. I felt like I was waiting to check in to some international flight.
Did I have my ID? What about my passport? No, that's expired...
Will they even let me on the damn plane? I'm so stoned that......wait. I'm not at the airport..
What am I doing here?
I knew I had to get out of that place soon.
Just then Blues Guy took the stage.
Blues Guy is an amazing musician but slow blues played by white people makes me feel I'm having root canal surgery.
I suddenly felt like I had stepped in quicksand. I couldn't move. I was sweating.
His first song seemed to go on forever.
The intro and first verse alone seemed to last fifteen minutes, maybe even longer.
I was growing a beard watching this guy get through his first song.
Now I knew I had to go. I finally just dashed out the door.
My friends had to chase me down.
"Let's get the fuck out of here." I managed to mutter.
I think the key to functioning on pot is to simply smoke it 24/7.
I actually don't know anyone who does it in moderation.
My friends pretty much fall into one of two categories, stoners and non-stoners.
Until I buy that shack down in Negril, I'm going to continue to give Mary Jane a wide berth. 

MILES
3:56 AM 
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009 

We didn't see it until it was too late.
Out of nowhere a big beautiful hawk came swooping down from out of the sky.
Maybe it thought we were a giant white mouse on wheels.
Seconds later we heard a sickening thump.
The hawk was no more.
We looked for a safe place to pull over and then assessed the damage.
There was no sign of the hawk, but it did break something on the roof of the Sprinter Van.
Maybe the hawk is still alive......
Yeah, and maybe Elvis is still alive.
We both felt terrible and didn't really know what to do.
We talked about how bad we felt that we (inadvertently) snuffed the hawk but probably wouldn't feel so bad if it had been a pigeon.
I know if there was a squirrel crossing our path, I probably would've accelerated.
Are some animals more equal than others?


P.S. There is a little video on youtube of this incident:
MILES
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Thursday, October 22, 2009 
My 1:45 flight had been pushed back to 5pm.
I hate American Airlines. They're pathological liars who will never tell you what's really going on.
Hungover and exhausted I decided to go to the Admiral's club for the same reason some people climb mountains: because it's there.
Sure, it was going to cost me $50 but it was my birthday(not really; my birthday had come and gone but I like to extend my birthday to the length of a massive music festival like Reading or Coachella.)
My fantasy: the Admiral's Club would have swank leather chairs, free booze, hot towels, delicious snacks and maybe even a gym or a Sauna.
The reality: the Admiral's club was like the lobby of a Hilton. It did have lockers to stow your stuff but the snacks consisted of Chex Mix and Coffee, and all the alcohol cost extra. There were free computers but suddenly the $50 price tag seemed quite exorbitant.
I walked around for 15 minutes trying to find something to justify the price.
Maybe there was a home theater with a huge selection of DVD's or a complimentary fortune teller on the premises.
I ended up playing poker online and listening to the guy in the next booth discuss his options portfolio with his broker.
I do admit that when I stepped out of the Admiral's club and back into DFW airport I felt like I was in a giant restroom.
The dirty tiled floors and fluorescent lights brought home why I hate airports and dread getting stuck in them: they're uncomfortable places.
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Wednesday, October 14, 2009 
http://mileszunigalovesyou.blogspot.com/


and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntbJmM9fbuA

Salut, 
MILES
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Monday, October 05, 2009 
I am going to start blogging more frequently. 
Since, I've grown to loathe myspace, I'm moving my blog here: 
mileszunigalovesyou.blogspot.com

See you there. 
MILES
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009 
Hey there, 
We're just about done promoting "Little White Lies" but you can still see us a few more times before the year is out. 
We're playing Lake Charles, Louisiana with the Toadies on Oct. 30th. 
Tony and I are also doing an acoustic gig down in Port Aransas on Oct. 23rd at the Back Porch bar as part of our let's do that whole Margaritas and flip flop endless summer  Jimmy Buffett mellow down easy deal. 
It should be a great hang. 
Lastly, Joey is now banging the kit behind my compadre Bruce Robison, at least for the time being. If you want to see his debut come to the Cheatam St. Warehouse in San Marcos this Friday (I'm playing guitar). 

Aloha, Mr. Hand. 

MILES
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Tuesday, September 08, 2009 
Fastball is playing Music Fest in New Jersey this week. 
http://www.ucmusicfest.com/
It's an early show but you should come out if you can because it's gonna be the last one for a while. 
If you live around Texas you can catch Joey playing with John Dee Graham and I'm playing guitar with Bruce Robison and doing some Small Star gigs as well. 
Thanks to all the fans we met on this last tour. 
We had a great time. 

In other news, I'll be live on Brian Cuban's "The Revolution Rant Live Show."
www.briancuban.com/cuban-..live/

Brian is related to some dude who owns the Dallas Mavericks. 

MILES
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Sunday, August 16, 2009 
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Sunday, August 16, 2009 

Category: Music
It was just crawling with New Yawk radio personalities at the Alive at Five concert in Stamford Connecticut. 
Not only was Jerry Springer there but also Steve Wilkos and  Baba Booey, the producer of the Howard Stern show. 
He was a really nice guy. 
He even admitted that he totally missed our set. 
I've been playing music professionally for over twenty years so believe me when I say that most people would just say "You guys were great!"
One of the all time masters of this art form was one Charlie Homo, a promo guy for A&M. 
He went to see Poco, arrived just before they were about to go on,  waltzed backstage and said, "You guys were great!"
"We haven't even played yet" they replied, flabbergasted. 
"I meant last night." Charlie said without missing a beat. 
Baba Booey was far more honest:
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