beliingham, washington, continued:

the lighting (especially the sign in the back) made these some of my favorite shots.

don't front.

dante works hard for your money.

and, finally, seattle, washington:
matt barrick lets his hair down or what too much time on the road can do to some people.

peace and we're out. after the last show of the tour. but wait, there's an after party at the hotel....

"i'd drink a toddler's piss if if meant i could be off this tour and on a steel bird home tomorrow." you got your wish, peter, you got your wish.

thanks again to everyone who pretended to like me while we were on tour together.

sacramento, california.

bellingham, washington:
pete looks like a 36 year old pugilist.
hutch from the thermals.
apparently.
"hey guys let's get one nice one, then we can do a fun one...."

before more pictures, a few notes:

the website for my label, realistic records, is up and running. if you can't reach it, it means that for whatever reason the DNS servers don't know where it is yet so just wait a few hours or a day and you'll get there. it's not pretty, but it's there.

jinners: yes, that's me.

thank god for presidents, except our current one, for providing me with a paid holiday when i so desperately need one. you should have heard my back crack this morning when i stretched. i'm tenser than a tightrope.

between "buy a lot of duct tape" and "duck and cover" we should be pretty well protected from any weapons of mass destruction, right? oh, and to all my friends, they said we should have a meeting place in case of attack. I'll meet you guys at the glowing edge of that gaping hole where downtown used to be. any problems just hit me on my cellie. we can wrap ourselves in plastic sheets like it's fetish night. i call not the gimp this time.

anyway:

from the side of the road, we try and look tough:


backstage in goleta, near santa barbara:
walt throws out the "sleazy" vibe.
paul's fingers, faster than a speeding shutter.
dante of the hot hots keeps it grimey, ya heard? "your cadence is off..."

and onstage in goleta, a few moments later:
pete 10 seconds before he falls asleep on stage.
ham 9 seconds later, before he punches pete in the chest to wake him up. also, paul at the very moment he realizes that he can get away with absolutely anything, as he is usually the quiet one and noone would ever suspect him.

more later, my friends. these are just some to make your morning less soggy.

the apes have landed

from the after party for the echo (los angeles) show:

paul from the hot hots is one crazy motherfucker


steve from the hot hots isn't allowed to speak when he's offstage


does the hhh's dustin measure up?


the pete bauer 'dancing machine' suite


"pshhh! that's nothing! you should see me pop-lock."

it never rains in southern california

well, it's raining now, and as it is February it will likely rain for the rest of the month. the joys of a mediterranean climate, right? but you didn't come here to hear me jabber. you want pictures:



pete in pomona



the harsh realities of life on the road.



san diego sound check.

in the interest of speed, I'm going to post thumbnails instead of full-sized versions of the rest of the walkies pics, except in extrordinary circumstances. I'm also going to post 5-9 pics a day instead of 2-3 so it doesn't take two weeks to do this. therefore, a few more pics. click for full-sized versions.


troubador soundcheck

glass house (pomona) soundcheck

walt waits for his burrito in pomona

soundcheck at the troubador in LA. paul and walt from the walkies with paul (drums) and dustin (bass) from the hot hots.

soundcheck in san fran the first night.

and so it begins. images from the walkmen/hot hot heat tour. I will do this slowly, 1-3 pics a day. this is mainly to be a tease. suck it up, you know you love it. those are twenties. each letter cost more than $100 on average. bling.

to everyone that has come here from The Morning News: welcome. i'm not the Walkmen's manager. i'm the Tour Manager for their west coast tours. they are managed by the lovely and talented dawn barger from big hassle. i just wanted to set that straight. also, to whomever put this in the msnbc "best of blogs" links: you have good taste. as you were, soldiers.

wow. I'm finally home. I'm back at work today and I'm exhausted. 4035 miles. 14 days. 12 shows. 200+ pictures. lots of f'n rock and roll. thanks to the walkmen for having me, and for the celeste, thanks to the hot hot heat and crew for making the trip so much fun, and thanks to the thermals, detatchment kit, and all the other opening bands for being so great as well. thanks to the apes for rocking my socks off in san diego.

I will have selected pictures up by the end of the week. there are a bunch of pictures that just look bad because i was experimenting with camera settings and I won't make you wade through them. the winners should be up by wednesday or thursday. others will probably end up on the walkmen, hot hot heat, thermals, and apes web sites. I may send a few to spin or other music mags because there are a couple that are that good.

the recoys record is at the presses right now and will be in stores in a few months. future Realistic Records release schedule looks like this:

summer 2003: Colin Steel LP. Colin is one of my best friends and he's been holed up in a brooklyn loft with a guitar, bass, drum set, and a bunch of recording equipment for more than 2 years and this record will be one of the results. he played me a few songs when i was back in dc for christmas and they blew my funky mind.

fall/winter 2003: The B.O.T.S: The Robots Are Back. The B.O.T.S. is a rap group made up of some of your favorite rock and rollers, including Ham from the Walkmen, Hugh (now of French Kicks), beats and rhymes from Damon (formerly one of the Recoys' bassmen), nicole (sometimes a lil' fighter), my boy Steve Moscatello, and some other dudes. They did an album a few years ago that still circulates in in-the-know circles and may someday find re-release on Realistic Records, but this will be an all-new album. the B.O.T.S. will go into the studio at some point this year, and hopefully this record will be on your turntables and blowin' up the clubs by the end of 2k3. i will probably drop a rhyme or two on the album as well. werd.

my car smells so bad.

last: bellingham, washington. probably the most depressing place in the fucking universe. the whole place was cold and the people were sad and mean and drunk. when we left this morning i went into this diner place and there was an old woman who had to be 80 playing some bizzare lotto machine that looked like a men's room condom dispenser, frantically putting in nickels and pulling out little strips of paper that she put into piles. then she did it again. she seemed really angry and the machine got stuck two or three times during the 45 seconds i was watching her and i thought her head was going to fall off and roll along the floor. the place is like 10 miles from the canadian border and my guess is that these are the people who they won't even let into canada, which is pretty hard.

current: internet cafe in seattle. vera project tonight. then home. thank god. i think I'm going to be sick for a week recovering when i get back to LA. which is fine. I've had a great time and have a zillion pictures and have shaken the wanderlust out of my system. take me home.

next: drop the boys off at the airport and head home. 20 hours of solo driving. i might just drive off a cliff into the ocean. if anyone who reads this has a warm couch between seattle and los angeles, let me know. my cell phone number is 213-268-5685. call me.

holy shit i just looked at the pictures i've taken so far and let me just say that there are some winners. you'll see them in a week or two. word.

addition: sleazy little after party for the echo show at my boy matt's. steve from the hot hots taped up his face like he had a weird fetish. which he might. there are pictures. that's all i am legally allowed to disclose. see you in goleta, california, fuckwads.

last: san diego. great fucking show last night. there was an opening band called the apes that blew up the spot. they're from dc and they deffinitely have a svenonious vibe but in a really pleasant way. after the show i almost rumbled or had a push-up contest with the hot hot's tour manager outside the club in order to honor america. but there was fear in his eyes and we rescheduled it for bellingham, washington, when we get really bored. then we ealked out to the pier and got really drunk and talked about kool keith.

current: at home again, for one last show in LA at the echo. it hasn't really felt too much like a tour since i've been sleeping in my own bed so much. but that ends tomorrow when we start north, and we'll be at the canadian border by friday.

next: santa barbara. it should be pleasant.

personal: jinners, i get back east once or twice a year and I'd love to party down when i'm in nyc. it's weird how much i party with other bloggers, by the way. did you know when you microwave a hotel phone the message light turns on even if it's not plugged in?