Friday, January 02, 2004

Scandinavian Tour Advisor and General WARNING



To fans, friends, loud-mouths, lay-a-bouts and anyone looking for a good time
in the Great frozen north:

It is with considerable surprise (even to me!) that the world’s one and only,
original SUPER-ROCK band is issuing this Scandinavian tour advisement and
general warning. After an absence of almost a generation, endless desperate
requests and engendering countless pale imitators, The FLESHTONES are indeed
returning to Scandinavia Feb 6th- 14th, 2004. To play, that is. Why? Certainly not
for money. Perhaps to give those who think they’ve seen it all a chance to
kick their diet of highly adulterated imitators and see how this thing is really
done. Or maybe we’re just looking for that special moment. All I know is that
the tour will indeed kick off at the DEBASER CLUB in STOCKHOLM with our good
friends The Nomads and The Maggots. If anyone remembers what it was like the
last time the Nomads and The FLESHTONES got together in that city, be prepared
for more of the same! Much more in fact, we’ve been practicing. In addition,
appearances at numerous fishing stations and fur-trading outposts will be
announced later. No, seeing all those other bands is NOT like witnessing the REAL,
one and only FLESHTONES, live and in person. Look I’ll tell you something
straight up, I don’t want to return home after a week and a half of freezing my
butt off gnawing on herring to read any e-mails asking why don’t we play
Scandinavia. We’re coming NOW. So, I’ve heard a lot of talk. I don’t know about you,
but The FLESHTONES are ready for ACTION. On stage, and if need be, off. If you
miss us this time, don’t count on catching us the next time we make it up
there. Which might be in another 20 years, or in time for the return of Haley's
Comet, if ever. Spread the word and see you there!

Dead Seriously,
Peter Zaremba
Watched The 100 Worst Records of all Time last night on C4 and it was somewhat wide of the mark. I don't think that The Cheeky Girls have been wreaking the worst pop damage at all and it's time they made a record with the one and only Duglas T. Stewart.



Can't wait for things to get back to some semblance of normal. Having said that normal is somewhat like rational these days, you gotta take it when y'can get it. Anyway, here's a link to something that's certainly gonna be keeping me on the straight and narrow. Go!
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