Friday, August 29, 2008

Things are unraveling and being re-woven at breakneck speed. Only the filmmakers will be able to document and relay these happenings. Lack of sleep has me hallucinating. Strange electrical currents illuminate my sleep-walk into destiny's abyss.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

The day started on an unexpected note--Jonah flew back to Seattle. Long story.

Now Nerviz and I are in Bozeman. Our show tonight at The Filling Station was experimental. Long story.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

The Bismarck show was mercifully cancelled. I'm in my own shack in Dunn Center tonight for a five-hour sleep. We leave tomorrow for Bozeman, Hot Springs, Bellingham, Portland, and Olympia. Five shows in five days. And then back to NoDak. And then truckin' again.

And then more truckin'.

Bring it on, ol' highway.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Lots to say, lots to say, and no time to say it. The last two shows have been the best of tour, so far. Columbia, MO, rocked hard. More on that later. Winona, last night, was incredible.

I believe fillmmaker Elizabeth is getting what she needs.

Thursday, August 21, 2008!

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We're off to Des Moines, Iowa. Last night's Chicago show was at a tiny sports bar. The Olympics were on.

We're hoping that our luck turns around, starting today.

If not, Nerviz says he's going to kill himself on stage at tomorrow's Indianapolis show. Be there!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

It's hump day in Chi-town. Home of both R. Kelly and Hugh Hefner.

After last night's thrilling yet abysmal Cincinnati show, we drove to our friend Cyndi's pad here in Chicago. On the way, we pulled over at an Applebee's near Indianapolis to rest for two hours. I slept behind some shrubbery.

Filming for Roll Out, Cowboy resumes today. The filmmakers have a new, improved website. Stay tuned.

I need a massage and chiropractic adjustment.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Three shows down, a dozen more to go. Pittsburgh has been a fun two-day vacation. Tonight's show was poorly attended--two people--but merch sales were surprisingly ample. I won't complain.

Moustaches and I have been playing a lot of ping pong, and that has been relaxing.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

We're at my old buddy Bill Daniels' fantastic three-story $8000 house, in the very industrial town of Braddock, PA. Pittsburgh is fifteen minutes away. We play there tomorrow.

Moustaches and I drove all night after our Cambridge, NY, show, to get here. Yesterday's gig--part of The Mill Valley Festival--was in upstate New York, way up in the hills along a river. It was something akin to a mini unadvertised Woodstock.

Friday, August 15, 2008

After three long days of driving, The Moustaches and I arrived in Philadelphia, where we've just completed our first show of the tour. My pal Jonny Fritz (aka "Corndawg"), an inspired songwriter and performer, set up the show and played, too. Moustaches rocked. The crowd also liked my set. I sold $150 in merch.

Two nights ago we crashed on Alex Stevens boat house in Winona, MN. Last night we stayed with Rhonda and Kyle in Canton, OH. Tonight we're staying at Tracy's here in Philadelphia.

After the show tonight, Tracy and Troy, an old Montana friend, took us out for Philly cheese steaks.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Hi from Sauk Centre, MN. We're headin' to Winona for a good night's sleep on a Mississippi River houseboat.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Moustaches arrive tomorrow. After a brief panic that we should abort tour, 'cause we don't have a lot of good-paying shows lined up, we've decided to go for it. Our first performance will be in Philadelphia on August 14th. Then NYC.

Both Jonah and Shawn shaved their moustaches for some reason. I won't be conforming. It's Fu Man Chu time for Sandman.

Saturday, August 09, 2008

8-8-8. Infinity cubed. Triple happiness! It's like the dragon who eats its own tail (eight ate eight).

Why, then, is there an ancient bird, with grave and stern decorum, rapping at my chamber door?

This was supposed to be my lucky day.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Travelin' through Montana this last weekend felt like a homecoming. I picked cherries; saw a moose, three mountain goats, and a coiled-up rattlesnake; visited Grandma; and played a show at the Morrow Ranch.

The show celebrated Jeff Morrow's 50th birthday. Jeff's a professional saddle maker and one of the funkiest cowboys I know. He has pictures of Sly Stone, Bettie Page, and other punky iconoclasts pinned up throughout his shop and bunkhouse.

Jeff and his wife Joanne treated me royally; I felt like a visiting senator. They'd made a stage of straw bales and plywood out in the barn for the show. The absinthe- and whiskey-drinkin' crowd was groovy. Working cowboys mingled with elegant fashionistas and stoned beatnik hermit mechanics.

My night ended late, with a poker game in the bunkhouse.

The next day, after a sourdough and huckleberry pancake breakfast, I drove east via Glacier National Park.

I'll be truckin' west again in two hours.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Stick a fork in me. I'm Dunn. Back home in Dunn Center, that is.

Kudos to Pearl Drop, my four-wheelin' supercar. She ran like a dream.

Now that I've returned from the Northwest, I'm getting ready to head back. Tomorrow I'll climb into Shawn's big rig and drive to Vancouver, BC, to deliver a load.

I'll recount my excellent Montana adventures in the mornin'.
Hi from Choteau, MT. I'm frustrated. I'm at a hotel that promised wireless internet, but the room they put me in doesn't get a signal. The owners won't answer the phone, and their office is locked for the night.

And they made me drive to a mile to a gas station to get exact change to pay for their overpriced, dirty room.

I'm now huddled next to the office door, trying to blog.

I'm taking a towel tomorrow morning.

Not really.