David Roberts // Westley

Has anybody seen Estrada? We didn't leave him in SoCal did we? Not that it would be the first time.

Shit, I really thought we were done with CORE. This is such a bad thing.

I chatted with the band. I'm We're going to take a short break from rehearsals before we hit the studio next week. After these sessions we should actually have a new album to show for ourselves. I know, I'm as stunned as you are.

( Roz )

( CONCERT POSTER )

ETA: I've been harassing the promoter. Free pair of tickets to the first three comments. Come on, you know you want them.

This is an important message for all you pirates and adventurers out there:

This Sunday, May 2 is International Scurvy Awareness Day!

Don't think it couldn't happen to you or someone you love. Spread the word about the importance of living scurvy-free. Give the gift of non-bleeding gums to someone important in your life.

I have the sudden desire to write a song about freedom and adventure and enjoying life without anything tying you down. Such a wonderful feeling.

( Dinah )

Damnit, I had fifty bucks that said Ryan would be the first band member to have a sex tape leak. Thanks a lot, Owen. You couldn't even go a week after we signed the contracts? Such a player.

( Owen )

Some people really know how to ruin a party. On the positive side, no one had a chance to notice our mysteriously absent base player or the fact that Ryan didn't obey the 'mostly sober' clause in the contract.

( Owen )


( Camelot )

( Private to Walt )

I know a lot of your other halves are of the crime fighting and mystery solving persuasion, so here's a puzzle for you: The Case of the Missing Manager.

Our manager, Walt Schmit, hasn't been underfoot and nagging us nearly as much as usual. I am, I admit, almost concerned. Where has he been? What has he been doing? Does he have new clients? Is he cheating on us? Or wait, has he gotten a life? God help us, does he have a girlfriend? Inquiring minds want to know!

( Roz )

I would like this tour to be over now, please. I'm spending too much time in not knowing where I am and way too much time with the other guys. Ryan just ate five sandwiches. FIVE. Over the course of an hour and a half. Then he ran out of bread and started eating ham slices dipped in ranch dressing. And to think, Behind the Music is missing these priceless moments.

We played a show in Tempe last night. No, not Phoenix, Tempe. There's a difference. You know how I know this? Because when we fucked up and said, "Hey, it's great to be back in Phoenix!" Everyone started hissing and shouted, "Tempe!" How the hell are we supposed to know that? It looks like the same city to me. I don't even know what Tempe means, like, as a word. They're all shouting "Tempe" and one of the guys comes over to me and says, "Tempe? Is that one of those Italian things like bravo or encore?" Yeah dude, it's totally one of those Italian things. Like vaffanculo. Screw you too Arizona.

It's okay, we got our revenge. There is nothing we like better than inflicting children's music on a captive audience of very confused adults. If you haven't heard our cover of Ring Around the Rosie, then you haven't lived, my friends.

So most of you are already passed out or arrested by now, but the party is just getting started on the West Coast. Head out here if you aren't finished with Halloween yet. There's music, booze, hot girls in fantastic costumes. What more could you ask for?

As if there weren't enough whacked out vigilantes running around here, it sounds like they've just deputized a whole ministry of them. This should be interesting. Who do you think they'll arrest first? The black hats, the white hats, or the innocent bystanders?

REDO set the place on fire tonight. Nearly literally. I've never had anything actually burst into flames during a show before, but that was new and exciting. I'm going to take a wild guess here and say that the lighting system at the Bluebird theatre in Eugene: not up to code.

For the record, the was no major damage. There was a very nice moment though when you could see the audience start looking at the exits and thinking, 'Hm, who should I trample in order to live...'

( Private to Roz )

I've been made aware of a curious phenomenon known as International Talk Like a Pirate Day. Now, I can of course appreciate the spirit behind this frivolity, but I ask you, what self respecting pirate ever spoke like that? "Arr." "Avast." "Matey." Honestly, where is the dignity in that? Why belittle so noble a profession? This is very disappointing. I suppose there is no accounting for the tastes of the general populace though.

Arrr!

Well, that was unpleasant, wasn't it? I'm alive though, which from the news seems to be more than some people can say. I'm also home. Is it sad that the place looks no different at all for having been unexpectedly abandonned for a week? Maybe I should get a plant or something.

( Private )

The rest of this weeks shows and rehearsals are canceled, due to my impending demise.

If there's anything worse than being incredibly sick, it's being incredibly sick in a crappy hotel. I'd go home, but I think the MTN would finish me off. Fuck this.

REDO will be jamming with fellow band 7 Sins in the city of angels tonight. No admission charge, all you have to do is manage to find your way to Moe's in Santa Monica. See you there.