Seen The Scene
Buenos Aires, Argentina
We arrived in Buenos Aires with no more than 3 hours of sleep and a full days schedule ahead. We were greeted by a new promoter, Pablo, ah yes, Pablo the Promoter. I think I am getting the hang of this. Pablo was taking us to meet a man named Chino that was responsible for arranging this tour through South America. Chino was holding court at a nice restaurant on the river with uncorked bottles of wine awaiting us. It is 1 pm and the party has already begun. I think the reality of Argentina is that the party never ends. I ordered some "Pasta con Calabasas" (pumpkin stuffed pasta shells) and chugged some sparkling water cause I know how they roll here with the wine. Chino speaks very little English so Pablo acted as translator throughout our stay here. Chino told stories about some of the different bands that he has brought down to Argentina. He ended up having the most drama with Velvet Revolver but also had a great time with them as well. Next on his list is Motley Crue coming to Argentina in October for the first time ever. There are posters all over the city promoting this event and Chino is excited.
After lunch we headed to the Hotel NH City to check in and hopefully get a few minutes to rest. The hotel was beautiful and located in the heart of the historical district. All of the government buildings were at the end of the block situated around a small central park. There was a lot of activity in the busy hotel and as I was walking up to the desk I noticed someone that looked kinda familiar. I looked over again and wondered, "Where do I know that dude from?" I couldn't figure it out until I saw a tour laminate on another person that said "Boy George". What a crazy situation to see Boy George in Buenos Aires. I walked up and said "Hello Boy George". He stood up and said hi and told me that I looked like I was in a rock band. I told him LA Guns had some shows in town and mentioned I saw posters for his Culture Club Greatest Hits Tour In Lima, Peru. He told me he was pissed that it was promoted as Culture Club and Greatest Hits because it was neither. He said, "It's just Boy George". I laughed when he spoke of himself in the third person. It was a fun conversation because he was in a good mood, cracking jokes, making fun of himself and I think he was just happy to talk in English. His band came over and I got to meet some of the musicians and backround singers. George asked if we wanted to go to his show at the Luna Park Arena. Then he said, "If you don't wanna go I won't take offense, you will probably be bored to tears with the show anyway". I told him we would love to go and he waved his finger and a tour manager showed up and took down all of our names. We snapped a picture and I told him to "Break a leg!" We ended up getting there about 30 minutes into the set and saw the last hour. We had third row seats in this huge arena and enjoyed the show. There was a great mix of pop, reggae, rock, dance and soul showcased throughout the set. At one point he said he could not hear himself loud enough so he told the band to exit the stage and he performed a duet with the female backround singer. I was impressed with the way he just changed the entire set cause he didn't like how it was going. It turned out to be the highlight of the show. It was also really fun to see Tracii, Jeremy, Chad and Big AL at a Boy George concert. We definitely stood out in our black attire because everyone else was bright as butterflies. Tracii and Jeremy hung out in the very back and just chilled out while the rest of us enjoyed being up closer and checking out the show. We had passes to go backstage after the show but George was getting really bitchy on stage because of the poor stage monitor system so we thought it would be best to just roll out.
In Buenos Aires we ended up having three shows in 24 hours. We had an acoustic performance at a club just after midnight where Tracii and I played songs together. It was more of a meet and greet with the fans than anything else. The people coming to this particular show were not necessarily hardcore fans. I got the feeling that they were there to see an American rock band. Many have heard of Tracii and others saw Rockstar: INXS but mainly the crowd would listen intently and clap along with the beat of the songs. When we finished the short set we hang out, took pictures and signed autographs.
The next show this evening was at a unique place called ROXY that was situated underneath the subway. UNDERNEATH THE SUBWAY!!! A true underground club constructed with cement walls in a catacomb like structure. The club was huge and slit into two separate venues. One side was Rock n' Roll and the other side was a Discothèque playing dance music. When we walked into ROXY at 2:30 AM you could hear a mix of the opening rock band and the deep thumping bass of the dance club. There was no way to keep the sound divided and each venue was trying to out-boom the other. I was excited. This was a cool place to get to play and it made us feel very much a part of the city and a part of the scene. The way things work here is that many of the clubs open at 2 AM and close at 8 AM. At 8 AM the partiers head to the "Post Parties". Yes, a Post-Party that begins at 8 AM. Definitely an alternative lifestyle. By 3 AM, ROXY was slammed with a line down the block. I could not believe how many people were just beginning their evening in the wee hours of the morning.
We were escorted to a VIP section in the back of the club that had video games, fooze ball and nice couches to chill on. We hung there for a while and I got restless and decided to explore the place. There is no drinking age in Buenos Aires and most clubs allow anyone in over 18. The dance floor was filled with teenagers just going crazy and it seemed like everyone had a can of Power Energy Drink in their hand. There was so much intense energy going and I just stood in amazement. I have never seen this scene in the states. I was the only one in the dance club at that moment not dancing. It was wall-to-wall one huge dance floor. I started bending my knees and swaying my hips a bit to jump into the party but I just ended up feeling like a complete idiot. I felt like Steve Martin in the movie "The Jerk" when he was learning how to dance. This foot here, this foot there…… I wasn't up for dancing at the moment. I just wanted to witness. I walked around the perimeter of the club and stumbled upon the DJ booth. The DJ was a rockstar in his own regard with a mass of girls pushing their way up towards the booth. He was clad in total DJ gear with neon yellow and black hoodie, baseball cap tilted to the side, black sunglasses and perfectly manicured 5 o'clock shadow. He looked like his stage name would be "DJ Bumblebee". I wandered around for a few more minutes and decided to check out my dressing room.
I was surprised that there were a bunch of dudes with Hell Angels jackets hanging out in our dressing room. They knew the club owner somehow and I kicked back and hung out but their Spanish was spoken too quickly and with to much slang to understand. I just pretended they were talking about knives, motorcycles, loose woman and Jack Daniels!
I was wondering how I was going to get my energy level up for the show. We were real tired at this point and still had another hour and ½ before showtime. We ended up meeting with fans and just talking our way through the evening. By the time we hit the stage at 4:45 AM, the place was slammed packed from front to back and the energy in the room got me going. The crowd was really intensely involved in the show. They would dance, sing and sometimes even chant in-between our songs. It sounded a little like the chant "O-ley, O-ley, O-ley, O-ley…." but different. At one point in the show I saw a girl in the 4th or 5th row flicking me off out of the corner of my eye. I was a bit stunned and when I turned towards her to address her she then put both fingers in the air. I flexed my brow signifying "What's Up with that?" and she cinched her lips and scrunched her face and waved the birds at me. I kept on with the show but had to laugh thinking, "What the hell is that all about!" After the show we hung in the dressing room and then headed out to meet some fans. I saw the double bird girl and walked up and asked her "Porque (why)" and then held up my middle fingers. She said "No Se (I don't know)" We laughed and I once again thought "What the hell is that all about!'
At 6 or 6:30 AM we got the crue together and headed back to the hotel. We were absolutely beat and needed to get some sleep for the full day ahead.
We got a few hours of sleep and then the rest of the guys headed to Chino's house for a BBQ. I stayed back and caught a few more hours of sleep. It was nice to also take a walk thru the market and get a feel for the city of Buenos Aires. I stopped in a record store and bought a compilation of Tango music, the music of Argentina and then had some lunch
I have noticed a unique thing about Buenos Aires. Whenever the topic of eating comes up, everyone needs to lean in and tell you how amazing Argentinean meat is. They tell you before you order, "Beef de Argentina is the best", after you order they tell you, "You are going to love the Beef" and then when you are eating they ask you "Are you loving the Beef?" It so out of control that when I was placing my steak and fries order with the waiter at an outdoor café, a passerby gave me a thumbs up when he heard me order. This is getting out of control!
When everyone arrived back from the BBQ we were escorted to a club to do press and a meet-n-greet and then over to the big show at SUPERROCK in the evening. This club was packed and when we hit the stage I was surprised at the amazing LA Guns banner that was the backdrop. I had never seen it before. Between songs I asked Jeremy where the backdrop came from and he said "Chino made it for us!" We played for an hour and ½. I liked that the crowd drew big signs as requests for songs they wanted to hear. It felt like ½ rock show and the other 1/2 soccer game. We played everything they wanted to hear and even had some guests come up and perform with us. At one point I jumped into the crowd near the end of the show and I didn't expect the response I encountered. My black handkerchief I wear on my wrist, scarf I had hanging out of my back pocket and my Trees necklace were tore off me. Even my cheap red belt was broken at the buckle. When security pulled me back on stage Chad was laughing his ass off. He said "I tried to tell you, if they get the chance they are gonna steal your stuff!" I was a little stunned and my neck had a little slice in it where the necklace was yanked off. I never felt threatened in any way; it was more like piranhas nipping at your knees. During the last song I saw the different articles I had lost held up in the air. One guy had the handkerchief, another guy had the scarf and was waving it in the air and I saw that a girl had torn then necklace off of me. That cut still stings a bit.
After the show I had a conversation with Chino and he told me via translator that he was sending Pedro with us to Uruguay to make sure we caught the boat and everything went smoothly and safely for us. He knew we needed a translator so he gave us his. I was really amazed at how caring he was and how he was willing to send one of his crue with us to manage the 24 hour excursion. Chino is an amazing man and he treats us like family.
Monte Video, Uruguay
We arrived in Monte Video, Uruguay via boat at 11 AM. The people of Uruguay take Sunday very seriously. Every store is closed and I saw few people out and about. We jumped on a bus and took a ride to the hotel. One thing that I realized when we arrived is that it is winter here. I jumped of the boat in a tank top and a vest and needed a down jacket and a scarf. Tracii saw that I was freezing and dug thru his bag and gave me a long sleeved shirt and a jacket. When we were driving to the hotel we passed a cute old couple that was riding along in their horse drawn carriage. I felt like we were in a black and white movie. The sky is grey, the buildings are grey, the streets are dusty black and there is absolutely no movement going on. At one point we passed thru some activity at the local flea market. At the market they had everything that you need for life here in Monte Video; Fishing rod reels are 2 for $10, a rubber rain suit can be purchased in multi-colors, you can buy used car parts, old shoes and even live chickens. Good choices for my brothers and sisters upcoming birthdays!!! We arrived at the Hotel Los Angeles (fitting) and were all ready to get a few hours rest. We got done with the post show meet-n-greet responsibilities at 4 AM this morning and were headed to Uruguay at 7 AM. We are all a bit tired and cranky. We headed up to our rooms and Chad and I were sharing a "Suite", Jeremy shared his with Big Al and Tracii had his own. The hotel gave me the feeling like I was living in the board game CLUE. There were candlesticks, butlers, swords, debutante guests and a mahogany main bar. While we were checking in I felt like I should push on the walls and find the secret passage. The hotel workers were all very polite but had a suave creepiness to them. When I arrived at the 5th floor landing the maid came rushing past me and slipped into a large broom closet and closed the door. She is the FIRST suspect on my list!
Our room consisted of 3 narrow beds with hard mattresses and it was so cold you could see your breath. There was no thermostat, no available heater or anything else to do but jump under the mound of blankets on my bed. I think the blankets are as old as the capital building down the block. They smell musty but I'm happy that I have them. I flipped on the TV and the first thing that pops up is some foreign language show featuring a huge gorilla brushing a woman's long blonde hair and then it showed the same gorilla driving a car. I know that Chad and I were slaphappy from lack of sleep but we were rolling with laughter from the ridiculousness of it all. Chad said "Only in Uruguay!!"
We slept for an hour and ½ and got escorted to the venue for sound check. The place is a cool theatre in the heart of town and the promoters said they expect a good crowd. I am always a little nervous and wondering if people are going to show up and fill up these huge places but every show has been packed up so I need to just relax and enjoy the ride. Now we are headed for some dinner and I requested some local traditional food so I can get a taste of what life is like here. Dinner is always fun because you get a chance to meet the people responsible for bringing you into their country and it usually turns into the pre-party for the show with friends and random fans finding their way to the fiesta.
I'm interested in seeing the crowd reactions to American Rock N Roll in this extremely conservative town. I'll keep you posted…. Cheers!
Marty Casey
We arrived in Buenos Aires with no more than 3 hours of sleep and a full days schedule ahead. We were greeted by a new promoter, Pablo, ah yes, Pablo the Promoter. I think I am getting the hang of this. Pablo was taking us to meet a man named Chino that was responsible for arranging this tour through South America. Chino was holding court at a nice restaurant on the river with uncorked bottles of wine awaiting us. It is 1 pm and the party has already begun. I think the reality of Argentina is that the party never ends. I ordered some "Pasta con Calabasas" (pumpkin stuffed pasta shells) and chugged some sparkling water cause I know how they roll here with the wine. Chino speaks very little English so Pablo acted as translator throughout our stay here. Chino told stories about some of the different bands that he has brought down to Argentina. He ended up having the most drama with Velvet Revolver but also had a great time with them as well. Next on his list is Motley Crue coming to Argentina in October for the first time ever. There are posters all over the city promoting this event and Chino is excited.
After lunch we headed to the Hotel NH City to check in and hopefully get a few minutes to rest. The hotel was beautiful and located in the heart of the historical district. All of the government buildings were at the end of the block situated around a small central park. There was a lot of activity in the busy hotel and as I was walking up to the desk I noticed someone that looked kinda familiar. I looked over again and wondered, "Where do I know that dude from?" I couldn't figure it out until I saw a tour laminate on another person that said "Boy George". What a crazy situation to see Boy George in Buenos Aires. I walked up and said "Hello Boy George". He stood up and said hi and told me that I looked like I was in a rock band. I told him LA Guns had some shows in town and mentioned I saw posters for his Culture Club Greatest Hits Tour In Lima, Peru. He told me he was pissed that it was promoted as Culture Club and Greatest Hits because it was neither. He said, "It's just Boy George". I laughed when he spoke of himself in the third person. It was a fun conversation because he was in a good mood, cracking jokes, making fun of himself and I think he was just happy to talk in English. His band came over and I got to meet some of the musicians and backround singers. George asked if we wanted to go to his show at the Luna Park Arena. Then he said, "If you don't wanna go I won't take offense, you will probably be bored to tears with the show anyway". I told him we would love to go and he waved his finger and a tour manager showed up and took down all of our names. We snapped a picture and I told him to "Break a leg!" We ended up getting there about 30 minutes into the set and saw the last hour. We had third row seats in this huge arena and enjoyed the show. There was a great mix of pop, reggae, rock, dance and soul showcased throughout the set. At one point he said he could not hear himself loud enough so he told the band to exit the stage and he performed a duet with the female backround singer. I was impressed with the way he just changed the entire set cause he didn't like how it was going. It turned out to be the highlight of the show. It was also really fun to see Tracii, Jeremy, Chad and Big AL at a Boy George concert. We definitely stood out in our black attire because everyone else was bright as butterflies. Tracii and Jeremy hung out in the very back and just chilled out while the rest of us enjoyed being up closer and checking out the show. We had passes to go backstage after the show but George was getting really bitchy on stage because of the poor stage monitor system so we thought it would be best to just roll out.
In Buenos Aires we ended up having three shows in 24 hours. We had an acoustic performance at a club just after midnight where Tracii and I played songs together. It was more of a meet and greet with the fans than anything else. The people coming to this particular show were not necessarily hardcore fans. I got the feeling that they were there to see an American rock band. Many have heard of Tracii and others saw Rockstar: INXS but mainly the crowd would listen intently and clap along with the beat of the songs. When we finished the short set we hang out, took pictures and signed autographs.
The next show this evening was at a unique place called ROXY that was situated underneath the subway. UNDERNEATH THE SUBWAY!!! A true underground club constructed with cement walls in a catacomb like structure. The club was huge and slit into two separate venues. One side was Rock n' Roll and the other side was a Discothèque playing dance music. When we walked into ROXY at 2:30 AM you could hear a mix of the opening rock band and the deep thumping bass of the dance club. There was no way to keep the sound divided and each venue was trying to out-boom the other. I was excited. This was a cool place to get to play and it made us feel very much a part of the city and a part of the scene. The way things work here is that many of the clubs open at 2 AM and close at 8 AM. At 8 AM the partiers head to the "Post Parties". Yes, a Post-Party that begins at 8 AM. Definitely an alternative lifestyle. By 3 AM, ROXY was slammed with a line down the block. I could not believe how many people were just beginning their evening in the wee hours of the morning.
We were escorted to a VIP section in the back of the club that had video games, fooze ball and nice couches to chill on. We hung there for a while and I got restless and decided to explore the place. There is no drinking age in Buenos Aires and most clubs allow anyone in over 18. The dance floor was filled with teenagers just going crazy and it seemed like everyone had a can of Power Energy Drink in their hand. There was so much intense energy going and I just stood in amazement. I have never seen this scene in the states. I was the only one in the dance club at that moment not dancing. It was wall-to-wall one huge dance floor. I started bending my knees and swaying my hips a bit to jump into the party but I just ended up feeling like a complete idiot. I felt like Steve Martin in the movie "The Jerk" when he was learning how to dance. This foot here, this foot there…… I wasn't up for dancing at the moment. I just wanted to witness. I walked around the perimeter of the club and stumbled upon the DJ booth. The DJ was a rockstar in his own regard with a mass of girls pushing their way up towards the booth. He was clad in total DJ gear with neon yellow and black hoodie, baseball cap tilted to the side, black sunglasses and perfectly manicured 5 o'clock shadow. He looked like his stage name would be "DJ Bumblebee". I wandered around for a few more minutes and decided to check out my dressing room.
I was surprised that there were a bunch of dudes with Hell Angels jackets hanging out in our dressing room. They knew the club owner somehow and I kicked back and hung out but their Spanish was spoken too quickly and with to much slang to understand. I just pretended they were talking about knives, motorcycles, loose woman and Jack Daniels!
I was wondering how I was going to get my energy level up for the show. We were real tired at this point and still had another hour and ½ before showtime. We ended up meeting with fans and just talking our way through the evening. By the time we hit the stage at 4:45 AM, the place was slammed packed from front to back and the energy in the room got me going. The crowd was really intensely involved in the show. They would dance, sing and sometimes even chant in-between our songs. It sounded a little like the chant "O-ley, O-ley, O-ley, O-ley…." but different. At one point in the show I saw a girl in the 4th or 5th row flicking me off out of the corner of my eye. I was a bit stunned and when I turned towards her to address her she then put both fingers in the air. I flexed my brow signifying "What's Up with that?" and she cinched her lips and scrunched her face and waved the birds at me. I kept on with the show but had to laugh thinking, "What the hell is that all about!" After the show we hung in the dressing room and then headed out to meet some fans. I saw the double bird girl and walked up and asked her "Porque (why)" and then held up my middle fingers. She said "No Se (I don't know)" We laughed and I once again thought "What the hell is that all about!'
At 6 or 6:30 AM we got the crue together and headed back to the hotel. We were absolutely beat and needed to get some sleep for the full day ahead.
We got a few hours of sleep and then the rest of the guys headed to Chino's house for a BBQ. I stayed back and caught a few more hours of sleep. It was nice to also take a walk thru the market and get a feel for the city of Buenos Aires. I stopped in a record store and bought a compilation of Tango music, the music of Argentina and then had some lunch
I have noticed a unique thing about Buenos Aires. Whenever the topic of eating comes up, everyone needs to lean in and tell you how amazing Argentinean meat is. They tell you before you order, "Beef de Argentina is the best", after you order they tell you, "You are going to love the Beef" and then when you are eating they ask you "Are you loving the Beef?" It so out of control that when I was placing my steak and fries order with the waiter at an outdoor café, a passerby gave me a thumbs up when he heard me order. This is getting out of control!
When everyone arrived back from the BBQ we were escorted to a club to do press and a meet-n-greet and then over to the big show at SUPERROCK in the evening. This club was packed and when we hit the stage I was surprised at the amazing LA Guns banner that was the backdrop. I had never seen it before. Between songs I asked Jeremy where the backdrop came from and he said "Chino made it for us!" We played for an hour and ½. I liked that the crowd drew big signs as requests for songs they wanted to hear. It felt like ½ rock show and the other 1/2 soccer game. We played everything they wanted to hear and even had some guests come up and perform with us. At one point I jumped into the crowd near the end of the show and I didn't expect the response I encountered. My black handkerchief I wear on my wrist, scarf I had hanging out of my back pocket and my Trees necklace were tore off me. Even my cheap red belt was broken at the buckle. When security pulled me back on stage Chad was laughing his ass off. He said "I tried to tell you, if they get the chance they are gonna steal your stuff!" I was a little stunned and my neck had a little slice in it where the necklace was yanked off. I never felt threatened in any way; it was more like piranhas nipping at your knees. During the last song I saw the different articles I had lost held up in the air. One guy had the handkerchief, another guy had the scarf and was waving it in the air and I saw that a girl had torn then necklace off of me. That cut still stings a bit.
After the show I had a conversation with Chino and he told me via translator that he was sending Pedro with us to Uruguay to make sure we caught the boat and everything went smoothly and safely for us. He knew we needed a translator so he gave us his. I was really amazed at how caring he was and how he was willing to send one of his crue with us to manage the 24 hour excursion. Chino is an amazing man and he treats us like family.
Monte Video, Uruguay
We arrived in Monte Video, Uruguay via boat at 11 AM. The people of Uruguay take Sunday very seriously. Every store is closed and I saw few people out and about. We jumped on a bus and took a ride to the hotel. One thing that I realized when we arrived is that it is winter here. I jumped of the boat in a tank top and a vest and needed a down jacket and a scarf. Tracii saw that I was freezing and dug thru his bag and gave me a long sleeved shirt and a jacket. When we were driving to the hotel we passed a cute old couple that was riding along in their horse drawn carriage. I felt like we were in a black and white movie. The sky is grey, the buildings are grey, the streets are dusty black and there is absolutely no movement going on. At one point we passed thru some activity at the local flea market. At the market they had everything that you need for life here in Monte Video; Fishing rod reels are 2 for $10, a rubber rain suit can be purchased in multi-colors, you can buy used car parts, old shoes and even live chickens. Good choices for my brothers and sisters upcoming birthdays!!! We arrived at the Hotel Los Angeles (fitting) and were all ready to get a few hours rest. We got done with the post show meet-n-greet responsibilities at 4 AM this morning and were headed to Uruguay at 7 AM. We are all a bit tired and cranky. We headed up to our rooms and Chad and I were sharing a "Suite", Jeremy shared his with Big Al and Tracii had his own. The hotel gave me the feeling like I was living in the board game CLUE. There were candlesticks, butlers, swords, debutante guests and a mahogany main bar. While we were checking in I felt like I should push on the walls and find the secret passage. The hotel workers were all very polite but had a suave creepiness to them. When I arrived at the 5th floor landing the maid came rushing past me and slipped into a large broom closet and closed the door. She is the FIRST suspect on my list!
Our room consisted of 3 narrow beds with hard mattresses and it was so cold you could see your breath. There was no thermostat, no available heater or anything else to do but jump under the mound of blankets on my bed. I think the blankets are as old as the capital building down the block. They smell musty but I'm happy that I have them. I flipped on the TV and the first thing that pops up is some foreign language show featuring a huge gorilla brushing a woman's long blonde hair and then it showed the same gorilla driving a car. I know that Chad and I were slaphappy from lack of sleep but we were rolling with laughter from the ridiculousness of it all. Chad said "Only in Uruguay!!"
We slept for an hour and ½ and got escorted to the venue for sound check. The place is a cool theatre in the heart of town and the promoters said they expect a good crowd. I am always a little nervous and wondering if people are going to show up and fill up these huge places but every show has been packed up so I need to just relax and enjoy the ride. Now we are headed for some dinner and I requested some local traditional food so I can get a taste of what life is like here. Dinner is always fun because you get a chance to meet the people responsible for bringing you into their country and it usually turns into the pre-party for the show with friends and random fans finding their way to the fiesta.
I'm interested in seeing the crowd reactions to American Rock N Roll in this extremely conservative town. I'll keep you posted…. Cheers!
Marty Casey
posted by Marty Casey at 7:07 AM
15 Comments:
TY for sharing a detailed script of a part of you life with your fans. I can assure you that if not for your music (no doubt you are bursting with talent in that area), people will be drawn to your writing...
Sounds Lovely marty Dear!! Kepp rockin' and be safe!!!
LUV you MOST,
Anne
Glad to know you enjoyed your stay here in bs as...
Hope you come back to play some foosball... or maybe just rock =)
I loved the show, kiss!
Clau
sounds crazy but fun...Don't stand so close to the fans next time or you may lose something more valuable..lol sorry had to give that one to ya...well be safe..and whats up with the beef?
I think Suave Creepiness is an EXCELLENT name for a band ;)!
i was in the concert, and actually, i went to see you, i never expect seeing u, but im a fan of the lovehammers, when u play trees i was like shocked♥
and i throw to you my black hat, ...it was like a childish idiotic shit, but, u made me happy the last saturday and i want to give u something (=
Dante(=
htp://www.fotolog.com/starmakingsense (a pic of u)
(btw, sorry if something is wrong, but i never could write properly in english)
I read your experiences in my country, gave me a lot of laughter the "meat", I agree Roxy bar told me that had eaten "bife de chorizo" and I said ... you liked? ajaja ...
You know? was an enormous pleasure to know them between drinks and cigarettes and SIS and Cheers!
Do not know what that felt tired, I was surprised a lot with your anecdotes and also with the king of a monkey consuciendo a car and commentary chad !!... jajaj
Marty kisses
a pleasure all
Nela
Sounds fantastic! You must be tired/wired. Love the Steve Martin moves! That made me laugh out loud. When all has calmed down you should nip to UK to take up some Argentinian Tango dance classes with me? Won't take you a mo :-P
Love your writing, makes us almost see your experience, better than a film ever could.
I look forward to hearing more, take good care of yourself... and your belongings haha... ahhh x
Thanks for sharing your experiences with us Marty! I love how you find the best in every situation you encounter! It makes for great entertainment! Keep having such a great time living your life and sharing it with us!
So many gems. It is amazing what there can be discovered when our eyes are open.
The other side of that coin, is that yes even you Mr. Casey need to sleep eventually. I am thinking that the 8 hour plane ride back would be a good plan.
Thanks again for letting us in on your wild experiment. Sure hope the lab doesn't blow up!!!! Be well and safe. You are the best.
....so marty "are you loving the argentinian Beef? hahahha do u like it?
i really like what u wrote! hahah, i like how u describe everythin' haha
it was a pleasure to meey u guys, i'm friend of chino and pablo, we were waitin for a table when u arrived to "roxy bar" for dinner with chad on saturday after the show of SuperRock.,
i was the one that tellin' u what chino wants to say to u, that the crowd reeeeeally love u and the guys too, u are a great frontman, that's for sure!,
i add u to myspace so we keep in touch,
and come here everytime uwant!
u 're more than welcome :)
kisses marty!!
Awesome post & a privilege to read, thanks; you're clearly a writer as much as a musician.
I'm a novelist with three books out (Penguin, Simon & Schuster). You met me in LA a few years ago when you were just coming off the INXS show -- you were standing in the lobby of the Roosevelt wondering why the sudden crowd pouring in through the doors and out back to the pool area, and I told you it was the influx from the premiere North Country at the theatre across the street (one of the producers was a friend of mine which is why I was there).
I was with my ex-husband, who was not my ex at the time, but you and I chatted again poolside and I told you I was a fan of the show and had even used you as the physical model for a character (the bad guy, a fallen angel) in what became my second published novel, a YA supernatural thriller called UNINVITED that came out from MTV Books/S&S a year or so later. I took some of your 'mad conductor' gestures from the show and bits and pieces of your wardrobe. So you were very if quite unwittingly helpful, and I remain appreciative.
Wanted to mention this because you seem like someone who'd get a kick out of both the character and the fact that you inspired a big piece of him. I'd happily send you a copy if I knew where; as is, I hope you stumble across it in a nice little twist of synchronicity somewhere.
Hope to see you again in LA, this time from the front row.
Justine.
http://moschus.livejournal.com/
I wish you would come to Asia. I watched you on Rockstar: INXS and then just followed you via YouTube. Congratulations about the new album. I wish they would promote it here in Manila already.
Cheers to you and Lovehammers!
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I can´t believe you were in Uruguay and I didn´t hear about it!!!!! Please come back!!!!
PS: it´s "Montevideo", not "Monte Video". But you can write like you want, i let you... lol
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