When you’re strapped into a vehicle, or crammed into one room with the same small group of people for two weeks or more, you start to develop a very unique style of communication.
We have so many jokes, catch phrases, and indiscernible accents, that I’m certain we must sound entirely insane to any passers-by.
I’m not even sure we’re speaking English half the time, though it is the only language in which I am fluent.
Lindsay and Jason have taken to saying “Yer butt”, about just about everything.
I don’t know how it originated, or whether it has any specific meaning, but it makes me laugh, just the same.
What time is it? It is, of course, “Yer butt”.
Where’s the bottle opener? Chances are, it is (in/on/near/I don’t really know), “Yer butt”.
**Even just now, Lindsay exclaimed, “I’m having a really good time. You wanna know what else is a good time?…” (…need I, really?)
Here are a few new words/phrases for your book:
“Yer butt” = Your butt.
“Thpathe Thuttewl” = Space Shuttle.
“We gonna go an thee tha Thpathe Thuttewl!)
(We did go to see the Space Shuttle, Endeavor, in Los Angeles.)
A “five-to-ten” = Morning bathroom ritual. (aka. A “number two”)
“Hey guys, when you’re done in there, I’m gonna need five-to-ten.”
“Where’s Jason?” “He’s taking a little five-to-ten”
“Johnny Likie Wingie” = This one is on loan from Tegan & Sara, via Shaun Huberts. There’s no short-form translation. We usually just say it when someone offers someone else food, and said food is rejected.
“But Johnny likie wingie!”
“Duckism” = The way of the duck. To be a duck. To wish to be like a duck.
“I am converting to duckism”
After Santa Cruz, we drove down the #1; the coastal freeway that they use in all the movies to kill off drunk, Californian drivers.
It’s absolutely effing gorgeous.
We watched the sunset, and took much too much time getting down to Carpenteria, where we stayed the night with my cousin, Joanna.
Give yourself the WHOLE DAY if you’re planning on taking that route.
It is treacherous at night.
Also, gas up. There are scarce fuel options along the way.
If you get motion sickness, bring Gravol. That shit is winding.
We went for breakfast with Jo, and then headed down to Los Angeles so as to beat the rush hour traffic into town, and get a little rest in.
Deb (my manager), and Jocelyn (rep from Cordova Bay Records), met us for dinner at the Rainbow Room, on Sunset Blvd.
This is a legendary room. Seriously. Google it.
A couple of us decided to explore the venue, hoping we’d bump into Lemy, and instead came across Ron Jeremy having a bite and a beverage.
Of all the people…
Our showcase at Hotel Café went well. We met a lot of really awesome music supervisors, and other hard-working industry pro’s.
We are in San Francisco right now… more on that later. I LOVE THIS PLACE!