you are in our hearts, you are in our hearts!

on sunday is our booking person’s birthday and we are going to be playing in his city, berlin. we debated if we should get him a silly present or a nice one. we decided on something useful: a 3 liter jug of personal lube with a pump on the top. we do not know what he is interested in but figured that this would service almost anything he might like.

there is a very special and well known sex store in vienna. it is well known only however for its display window which is decorated with tin foil, faded construction paper hearts, dim looking dvd cases and really just a lot of dirt. it is like a sexy preschool crime scene, pink DARKNESS fading into grey.

we determine ahead of time that if there is no music playing inside we will walk out immediately. it is creepy beyond creepy when you walk into a B-grade sex store and it is silent.

so of course we go in and there is no music but we ask the woman behind the counter anyway, who is doing a puzzle and quite literally scowling at us, if she has this massive jug of lube. she points at some huge dildos and we try to make it clear we need a huge jug of lube not a huge dildo but she does not care and goes back to her puzzle.

later tonight we played in nuremberg. the 90′s prodigy twisted fire starter/scooter band before us was- quothe jakub

“so macho that they turned all the gay people in the audience straight.” this is the kind of band that makes me hate people. not that that is all that hard to do but these guys really really brought it out in me tonight.

the first time i played in nuremberg there was a sparrow that had either been attacked or had a some disease but all the feathers on its head were gone so there was just a skull with a beak and eyes there. it, and i am not making this up, chased wilbert williams and myself for about 2 blocks. it was actually terrifying to be hunted but this demon skeleton filth bird. earlier in the day we visited the stadium hitler used to whip the masses into a genocidal rage. the bird did not help.

we are sleeping at eva’s house. she is playing fugazi. they sound amazing.

right now jakub is holding a pineapple and looking at the ceiling. freddy is drinking a shot. the fly on my pants has broken and i am not sure if i should just tape it shut or if that is even stupider than thinking about taping it shut.

our first show last night in prague was good. thank you prague! this morning jakub, iva and i walked to staromestske square.

i am quite sure i have not only brutalized the proper capitalization but the spelling as well. however the square is incredible. i have been there 2 times before but for some reason this time it really hit me. on occasion looking around is extra-elating! thank you eyes!

for lunch i had a pear in ginger bread sauce. on occasion eating is extra-elating! thank you mouth!

on the drive to vienna jakub told me-

“you have had no liquid incomes for 3 hours.”

this means that he is worried that i am not drinking enough water. however it was so cold in the van that all of our water is frozen. also i am reading one day in the life of ivan denisovich, which is about freezing to death in the gulag. this makes it seem colder of course but adds an slight experiential realism to the book.

the show is vienna was good as well. thank you vienna!

a woman drove to the show from slovenia and asked for the set list justifying the request to the distance she had driven. however, the set list we have is a joke set list of the following song titles~

1)N.O. TITS

2)WINTERS TRANSVESTITE

3)MOTHER OF ALL FUCKERS

4)DREAMS OF SLITS

5)HOLD ON TO YOUR BUTTOCKS

6)CHOICES OF INBRED SLUTS

7)KISS  MY STUMP

8)THE DAYS WILL GET DRENCHED IN CUM

9)TAURINE NUDIST

10)THIS IS MY LAST FINGER HOG

of course freddy gave it to her. thank you slovenia!

the last former ghost tour diary that i wrote was about freddy trying to make out with people. but now he has a girlfriend. i suppose i could write about him making out with her? that is gross and kind of aggressive but might be funny. on the last european tour we did with former ghost, zola jesus and xiu xiu they both sat in the van or the clubs we played  and made out all day in front of everyone. that, i suppose, based on what your take on that sort of thing could be gross, aggressive or funny also.

last night we practiced in a soviet era tecno park in czech republic. i believe tecno park means office building. it is freezing in there and about half way through the practice a guy walks in and asks us who we are and why we are there. we think he is a serial killer. i have been trying to be less afraid of serial killers by watching serial killer documentaries but as you would suspect this is not helping me. he does not speak english well and we do not speak czech at all. we figure out that this is his space and we have to leave even though we were planning on being there for at least another 4 hours.  jakub our tour manager would not be ther to pick us up until then. considering the guy whose practice space we are in has no idea we are supposed to be in there, he is being pretty decent but making it clear he thinks it is bullshit we are there. if our show in prague tonight is ragged please forgive us. but i think we will be ok.

this leaves us three options. we can wait out side for 4 hours in the sub zero night and die. we can sit in the space while his “rock” band practices making them uncomfortable and us miserable and deaf. we can go to a bar.

the guy is nice enough to point us to the right part of town as we are in the middle of nowhere. while getting money from an atm to drink and wait we see a huge car accident happen about 30 feet from us. massive! crazy crushing sound. at that very moment a burst of wind shears through us and it feels like someone if grinding crushed glass into our ears. this moment is brutal and insane feeling. we hear a horrible sound and then the physical structure of our ears is ripped off as well.

we run across the street, past the auto carnage into “RODEO” bar which so so filled with smoke you can’t see everything. i am not used to this. freddy who has been in czech for a couple weeks already knew it would be this way. however there is a david bowie video marathon on the tv so we are ok. we talk about david bowie and have 3 pilsners each and a shot a whiskey. we are drunk. by then jakub texts us and tells us where he is. we stagger and scream through the evil night air and watch the joke police clean up the car wreck for a minute. we see another car parked on the side of the road running, with its lights on but no one in it.

we make it back to the tecno park and the other band who space we invaded help us carry our amps down the stairs. that is nice of them. i think i would have someone who was in my practice spot to fuck off but apparently i have a lot to learn.

“Wish Piece by Yoko Ono (1996)

Make a wish

Write it down on a piece of paper

Fold it and tie it around a branch of a Wish Tree

Ask your friends to do the same

Keep wishing

Until the branches are covered with wishes”

Xiu Xiu + J. Morrison 2011 February

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hi. i had the mind and heart exploding opportunity to be on stage with larsen , julia kent, little annie and baby dee in torino this weekend

thank you so much for asking me to play with you!

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hi

i sent these out today and hope they get to you.

please do send a photo with your answers when you can to xiuxiuforlife@gmail.com

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