Monday, April 20, 2009
Charlie and the boys got us right on time at 3:45 and we took a dozy ride out to the airport. We finally got an airline that knew what to do with the MCO's, but it's another hurry up and wait process. We made boarding as soon as it started, and were off before we knew it. The magic of medicine helped us sleep the six hour leg to Honolulu. YES, we got a freebie on this one! We were greeted with a most awesome view of the island with the mountains and volcanoes in the distance.
From there we had to claim our baggage and re-check it in for the leg to Houston. Another six hour nap in-between the gastro-intestinal experiments they call food. Had a three-hour layover in Houston then a two and a half jump to Baltimore.
We were greeted by a big crowd of family and friends at the airport with posters and all. We can't tell you how it made us feel! Well, yes we can it's our blog. It felt wonderful, if not mildly embarrasing. For a group of guys that love their share of attention, we were caught well off guard! But thank you all for that.
We caught up at DuClaw's in Arundel Mills and they did their best to keep us up until nightfall. Matt showed off his extensive collection of "Engrish" shirts, and our range of inside jokes fell on confused ears. We parted ways for a good night's rest only to return to the beat tomorrow night at the Redhouse Tavern.
Sadly, this blog now ends. But we'll keep it up for prosterity anyhow. After all, this is the only written account in existence that will jog our memory of the whirlwind this tour was. To all that we met along the way, it was awesome playing for and hanging out with you. Thanks for all you do, and we hope to return soon!
Be safe. But if you can't be safe...just be real. - Dapper Dan
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Hit up the most awesome McDonald's on base and crashed for a couple of hours. Frank and Ken, our contacts for today loaded us up and took us to Anderson Air Base, but made a couple of stops along the way for some fantastic sightseeing. Ooh and ahh at this... Another hot, sweaty setup outside of Bamboo Willy's. We may have lost ten pounds each from sweat here in Guam, and added a few more here. A very picturesque view of the water was behind us, and a magnificent crowd to our front awaited us. A lot of younger folks tonight rocked with us and were very vocal and made us feel quite the rock stars. Having run out of CD's, we sadly had to pass out cards to everyone to get an album download for free. We intended to throw out the old merchandise box after this last show, but donated it to someone's bedroom setup. We're quite the recyclers.
The thing that sucks about working up a good sweat, is that at night we get cold. Tear down was a lengthly process, as we had to load gear into the truck, out of the truck and into the lock-up stage, our gear into the truck, then our gear into Kent's room. We ended up back at the rooms at around 1 am, and are getting picked up at 03:45. So...who's for a little bit of not sleeping!? The party was in Matt's room this time. Nobody had figured out his was the biggest, and was like a small condo. sigh...the perks of being on top of the orders.
So this is it! The 2009 AFE Asian tour. It's been a whirlwind of a time for us and we've met some most excellent people. We're honored to have served those who serve us and can't thank them enough for having us out. It's been tough work at times, and at others quite the vacation. We'll wrap it all up tomorrow because if any of the previous travel days are any indication, we're in for one final crusade...getting home!
Friday, April 17, 2009
Charlie picked us up at 2 for load in outside of Typhoon's. It was as hot as we've ever set up before, but we got the PA working something sweet. Ate at Nap's again and played for the Crawl-fish boil, bringing in the sailors and families from the base. We were very jealous of the moon-bounce off to our left where kids swarmed the entire night. We never got the chance to have a go.
We were dropped off at the rooms for the night, and we ordered a couple of pies in Kent's room and watched the latter half of Blazing Saddles and the Untouchables. It's Friday night, and we're being lame. But if you were scuba-diving at 8am tomorrow, would you stay out late? No, we didn't think so.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Ate lunch at Ya Mon, a Reggae restaurant and tried everything they suggested; the steamed local catch (yellow-tail tuna) cooked in coconut milk, ribs and a most toxic rum drink (arrgh!). Cruised Rte 1 looking for some water activities and found a nice stretch of beach to lay out on and get some sun. Low tide, but it made for some interesting views of the marine life. Sustained ourselves on Corona and Bud Light and some peanuts well past their sell-by date and watched the sun set at 7. Kent and Steve, always ones for improvised machismo devised a new beach game. We call it cinder catch, or really heavy-ass rock catch. For want of a medicine ball, this just had to do.
Showered and got ready for a night out. However, we stayed in Kent's room and watched the following: South Park, South Park, Reno 911, Daily Show, Colbert Report. It's awesome to be back in US territory! Sad though that we can't spend any YEN or SINGS anymore. Anyone want 'em?
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tried to get a little bit of daytime
Listened to our driver’s 80’s hair-metal band on his phone on the way to
A couple of quick hops got us to
Arrived here in
The show was fantastic tonight, with many of last night’s faces and even the Brit Dave who once lived on the base in the 60’s as a kid. We love meeting these rad people!
Wow, what a fog today. All in our heads mind you, but enough to keep us indoors until soundcheck again.
We chose to stay close to the base tonight, and after we dropped off the gear into the rooms, we legged it back to the Terror Club to hang out with Tommy and the gang. He gave Matt his
Some Fools & Horses met the Monkees today. A family of Rhesus monkeys approached out of the woods to be fed crackers by Andrew and Steve. One bared his teeth at Steve for some strange reason – don’t bite the hand that feeds you bro! Some killer video below of that (if you don’t see it it’s cause we haven’t uploaded it yet. Keep checking)
Matt was taken to the Terror club (grrr…aren’t you terrified!) earlier than expected to get the layout. We arrived at 3 for load in and sound check with Sound Waves Multimedia. A very professional outfit and a good system. You should see this joint. It’s paradise! Our stage overlooks the pool and surrounding greenery. It’s outdoors, so the only drawback would be the temperature/mugginess. We ate at the club, half of us choosing more Western fare, and the other choosing the hot as hell Kung Pao Chicken.
Our set was fun, and the audience included families of the Navy, with some other branches in the ranks. We met three nice kids named Perry, Mitchell and Mark who we planted the seed of their up and coming band. We love the 7 year-old mentality too, partly because our brains haven’t matured much past that level. Perry asked if we could have a sleepover while we were here. I told him we couldn’t, as we were going to be leaving in a couple of days. Picture that! We actually might have had a good time. We haven’t played guns in a while, or gotten our asses beat in a console game we’ve never played before. We could have shown them a rockin’ time. “Alright guys, go get mom to make the Kool-Aid, we’re gonna raid yer dad’s liquor cabinet.” Great kids.
Manager Tommy steered us away from our initial plans to go on the Zoo’s Night Safari, saying flatly, “it kinda sucks.” Say no more! Another guy, who’s name is lost at the moment, told us of a land not too far away called the
We were in the district known as the Orchard well throughout the night and into the wee hours of the morning. There was a kick-ass band in one place that we were digging on most of the night, so that held our attention from the naughtier bits.
The cab ride back was about S $25 so between all of us, it was a nicer alternative to taking the train which had yet to open for the morning commute.
No, the Singapore Sling is not a good cocktail the way they make it. Kent and Matt have a much tastier recipe that will just about change your life, not to mention your state of being without even knowing it. GO SLINGS!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Our bus got a flat on the way to the airport, making us pretty late. Now if this were in the States, we would not have been able to take the flight, but for some reason in
This stuff is intense! More from the ground later.
OOOH WEEE! MUGGY baby. Hot and muggy. Met Bama, our driver outside of customs and drove to the off-base housing in lovely
Kent, Matt, Tim & Andrew took the train downtown to check out the nightlife on an Easter Sunday evening. The river-side area reminds us of an
Left Sasebo Naval Base at around to hit up the
A silly old man sat next to us as we people watched. He made little sense, but we could determine that he was pretty pickled on Sake and he liked Americans very much. We think he was a bit put off when we wouldn’t stay with him and finish our drinks with him. Like many bad dates end, we just ran out of things to talk about. Or try found wanting of anything to talk about. It made for some humorous video as Matt attempted to communicate with this Easter pickled Egg.
Tonight’s show was a slightly older and diverse crowd. Some got the Only Fools & Horses reference, and some still hung on to the hope that we were a Country band. (We’ve been getting that a lot. What are we in
Friday, April 10, 2009
The five-hour bus ride from Iwakuni to Sasebo started the morning. We each took up entire rows with what couldn't be held by the seats suspended above the aisle floor. A couple of rest stops later, we were in Sasebo! The trip should have taken 5 hours +, but our most nimble driver did it in 4:30. Met our POC Ken and did the whole dance of getting passes and lodging squared away.
Tonight's show was a Teen Dance on the other side of the base. In a small room in the Teen Center, F&H sweated up a storm for these youngerns. Andrew couldn't stand the heat and intensity, choosing instead to squander the band's money in the gambling room next door. We're almost out of CDs, but decided to go for broke with them for this crowd. These folks hail from all over the country, so we've planted some little seeds that we hope will yield many Fools & Horses trees in the near future. What do Fools & Horses trees produce? What fruit tastes most like Fools & Horses? Check your Clay Aiken jokes at the door. And to that magazine that compared us to a slightly harder edged Neil Diamond (a big emphasis on the slightly) - we've planted a couple for you on your front lawn. BOO YA
(I'm waiting on pictures from the other guys on this post...seems I've misplaced mine!)
Thursday, April 9, 2009
The Memorial museum was a short, but intense glimpse of what it was like that day. School children's charred and ripped clothing is all that remains of their presence that day. Each exhibit told a story of the child and where they were and when they succumbed to the effects of the bombing. Most impressive was the section of the steps and wall of a bank where an old woman was sitting and waiting for it to open when the bomb was dropped. All that remains there is her shadow. A most sobering look into that period of history.
After that we went shopping. Sounds so crass to say! It was rather surreal to be taking in a museum of one of the darker periods of human history one hour, and then the next be strolling through the city streets shopping for T-shirts. Matt must have picked up 7 all together. He's seriously addicted to their designs and words. Steve is turning Japanese as it seems he's overhauled his wardrobe with all Japanese clothing. He looks a bit like Michael Jackson, and we don't let up on the comparison.
Ate at a curry house and dashed into a SUPER-ENTERTAINMENT-COMPLEX-THINGY. It had 9 floors of pochinka, video games, claw games, bowling, table tennis, darts, pool, batting cages, and karaoke. We damn near tried everything! Our aspirations to join the Orioles next season were dashed again, as we realized we can't hit a ball.
The drive back was not too long, and we played the second night at Club Iwakuni. Full of Marines tonight, and one was celebrating a birthday. Really responsive bunch, and we saw some familiar faces from the night before. Went into town to do some FACE OFF Karaoke, where we'd pick a song for them (as wussy as possible) and they'd pick a song for us (equally as wussy, but we knew them all!) . If you ever get a chance to hear some tough-lookin' Marines sing Puff the Magic Dragon, it'll probably be them. They sounded like sweet, little angels underneath their tough demeanor. The band moved on with POC Jordan to a Reggae joint where they joined in a drum circle well into the early hours of the morning.
Dave took us to the Yamoto museum today, and we took in some history of the town of Kure and of WWII. Our favorite section was the kid's hands-on level, where this one crazy old man ran around showing mostly German tourists how different scientific concepts worked. Kent and I shot off to the moon for a quick picture and were back to Earth before the next leg of the tour.
We were met by Jimmy & Jordan from Iwakuna and took another hour & a half drive to the Marine base. It seems like everything is an hour and a half drive away here. How do they plan these things!? Stopped by a Sushi house outside of base for a quick bite. They'd prepare different stuff and set it on a conveyor belt for you to take, ala buffet. Each plate was a Yen o' five, with some that cost a bit more. Tim & I tried eel for the first time. Not too bad! But don't expect us to eat it regularly.
Checked into lodging and met Armed Forces Radio for a quick interview. Promoted the show, and talked about what Selfish was about (sadly, it's a completely fabricated, but otherwise meaningful song you can connect to...can you?). Had Taco bell again at the Crossroads and prepared for load in to Club Iwakuni.
LSP was there with our equipment and sound again, this time with a larger spread. Played to some cool Marines and the ladies from the Sushi house. This was our longest show yet, but rocked it for 'em something fierce the whole way through. A Marine approached me during the break and said, "Do you know you're huge in Australia?" I stopped.
"Yeah man, that song Sex on Fire is blowing up over there!"
Quite flattering. A young lady in the crowd wanted to know what song # 3 was. I rushed back to the set list and saw we had played Eleanor Rigby third. I told her this, and she said that she may have been the only one who didn't know it was a Beatles song. I told her we forgived her. This tells me bands need to come over here more often! These awesome folks are starving for a bit of Americana. Tim, Kent and I left base with Christine and Kim (the Sushi gals) to take in a bit of the local flavor. Kim is the wife of a Marine on base, and Christine was visiting from Jacksonville, Florida. Took a cab out to Niagara, and had some Jack & Cokes with a Karaoke app. Patsy Cline makes for a great gender bender, and Beatles Medley 2 made for a rousing 2nd go-round. Bar hopped looking for some grape Chu Hi for Kim, only to return to Niagara. They were the only ones in stock. Our evening ended right at 2, cause that's what you do when you're in the Service. A bar policy that essentially says, "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here." Go Orioles on kicking some Yankee ass. Is 2009 the year? Man I hope so. Are we big in Japan yet!? I don't know, but we're huge in Australia.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The Yamoto museum was closed today, so Dave vowed to take us back tomorrow. The views were spectacular in this rural area of Japan. Many of the houses are the old-fashioned wood structures you've seen in pictures and Big Bird goes to Japan. Things are slow going in the area, and the vibe is mostly industrial. Cherry blossoms abound here, and those of us with allergies were well aware.
We end our cruise in YOU ME town, much like a Walmart but by far classier. We refreshed ourselves with some more Chu Hi and sake, green tea and vitamin water. Spent some time on the benches outside with some elderly Japanese, who found it amusing that we were sampling the local flavors at 11am.
LSP sound loaded in at 1:30 and we sound checked around 4. Our best P.A. yet, as it is almost all homemade and the Father/Son/Mother sound team knows what's up. The video library at the base is pretty full and we rented BILLY JACK. Yes, it's a movie and no, we didn't know it at the time the song came about! So...Billy Jack was here. And we watched him. The sequel, the Trial of Billy Jack is equally as epic and we hit that too.
The show tonight was largely made up of the Japanese locals, most older folks but some younger. Again, what a great bunch! This one older cat caught all the solos and would whoop and clap after every one. Some took to the dance floor and showed the Americans what real rhythm was. SURREAL MOMENT - Elderly man rocking out to Redwings. SURREALER MOMENT - The blend-into-the-floor monitors claimed another victim and dropped him on my pedal board. I tried the old help-him-up-sing&play, but found it doesn't work as well in reality as it does in thought.
Got the F&H music out there, and notched another one up. Hung out with another Matt, who's fluency in Japanese is rivaled only by his ability to out last me two nights in a row. I had a go in the sauna close to mid-night, but realized it's not as fun by yourself. Like a lot of things: Egyptian Ratscrew, baseball, & chess to name a few. Many of the things I was forced to do as a kid because my siblings enjoyed torturing my mother's middle child.
The only snag we ran into was on their end. Our MCO’s are good for every flight on the trip, but for some reason they only saw our Singapore Airlines MCO and processed that. (Miscellaneous Charge Orders – They pay for the cost of the extra baggage, and have been supplied by AFE) Only after Spike cleared the situation with the desk were we able to pass through security. WE DIDN’T HAVE TO TAKE OFF OUR SHOES! I didn’t have a sweet little old lady wearing too much perfume to mask mine this time, so I’m very grateful for this. I snagged a couple of Rice balls and beers and boarded the plane.
The flight took only an hour and a half, but it was one of my favorites ever. For one it was not packed, and we could move around. Two, we passed Mount Fuji from the air, and the plane nearly tipped over from all of us rushing to the left hand side of the plane to take a look. Third, the landing was probably the most bizarre I’ve ever experienced. Hiroshima airport is a small airport sitting on top of a mountain, and it has what looks like a metal truss bar extending a few thousand feet off of the one side. We assume this is for lights. A steep bank turn and a nice forceful slam on the tarmac signaled our arrival in Hiroshima. The concourse was equally as small, and it took no time at all to get baggage and make the hour and a half bus ride to the Kure Army Depot.
This place is the smallest yet, but it has a gym that rivals any I’ve seen state-side. A sauna and a bar all inhabit the same building. It will be impossible to get lost, but I’m sure one of us will. Our POC is a friendly Dave Ricks, and he’s been managing the facility for about 6 years. The tour of the base took only the time to prepare the dinner we ordered, and we ate like we hadn’t eaten in weeks. A couple of beers at the bar (which was footsteps away) ended the evening. Watched some Old School with some Chu-Hi’s and J&C’s Kent and I gathered at the 7-11 off base. I got some squid snacks for the guys, hoping one of them would be brave enough to eat ‘em.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
I had a novelty/public Asahi beer on our way back to the station, and we quickly got back on track.
Our good friend Chris Quinn filmed a scene of his music video to "Love Song" which you can find HERE at Shibuya crossing. About 1000 people cross at every light. He recommended we go to Starbucks and people watch. That's where this picture comes from.
I kept my eyes sharp for Japlish, the often comical mis-translation of Japanese to American phrases. I found many. The fashion here is razor sharp, and has some hilarious prints. It's a shame the T-shirts were $40-50 each. We weren't going to pay that amount of money for silly shirts.
We were getting pretty hungry by this point and found a restaurant on the top floor of a business complex. In many shops, we have to go up or down and all around to get to them. (they build things UP around here. Only %20 percent of the land in Japan is suitable for developing.) We dove in to some Sashimi and Sake which was unlike any we had ever tasted before. Not so much the fish, as the crazy ingredients they gave us to combine it with. The Wasabi kills, and they don't give you much of it for good reason.
With our bellys full, Akihabara, the electronics district was our next spot. If it beeps, computes, or plugs in, they sell it here! We even came across a store that sold only Extractor fans. It was that diverse. One such store caught our eye called Discount Amusements. We love a good bargain and are easy to amuse, so no brainer here. The first two floors were dedicated to Pachinko machines (disguised gambling...it's illegal here and centers around pin balls), with the next two containing various video games and slot machines. Above them were the fashion levels, where I almost bought some really off-color T-shirts, but then decided I would never wear them in public. Appliances were above these floors, then more video games, and finally some very strange school-girl show. It was in effect like a Miley Cyrus thing, but with a group of Japanese girls dressed in school girl/maid outfits. Steve and I took a picture with some of them outside of the venue. After that, it was many escalator rides down to street level again and on our way we went.
Finished up in Roppongi, the night-life district. The sun had set by now and the neon lights were in full flood. We saw a club called the Motown Bar and thought this was perfect for us. However one expensive cocktail later we were out of there and moving on to Bar Matrix, down a side street. 500 Yen happy hour was all it took to get us in there. Both bars having seen us as its only customers, we moved on again, but were stopped by the owner of the Matrix who attempted to hustle us down an elevator to a gentleman's club. We were hungry for something else if you know what I mean and passed him off, but got a sweet tip for a nice Sushi Place.
We had our second round of fish and wasabi and practiced our Japanese to great effect. They could actually understand what we were communicating. Go US! Passed a McDonald's on our way back to base and I had to get the Mc-Hot Dog. Yes...they have that. Why not here!!!? It was pretty bangin," and very cheap.
So no souvenirs I'm afraid! We did try VERY hard. But, nobody wants a wireless mouse that plays 36 different national anthems do they? We fly out tomorrow for Hiroshima, and will continue the story there. This is Matt saying good night. Good night.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
The big Cherry Blossom Festival TODAY! Slight delay this morning in getting out of Yakota. We had a misplaced paper, and they're rather strict about things like that! Especially in today's world. Bussed into Camp Zuma where we set up to play for the Japanese public. The base opens the gates to the community and it's always packed! Had a quick radio interview and spoke of our friendly rivalry with the Cheaters who had been there a week ago. Did we mention they're liars too!? In case you run into one, IT never happened. Yes, that IT.
I must have some Japanese in me somewhere, because I can really relate to these folks. Always so kind and thankful (what I must think of myself!), and very appreciative of the music. We had some difficulties with the sound today, but Andrew steered the good ship Fools & Horses to a rousing Coda.
CDs flew out of our hands to the kids on base and the folks from the town. One enterprising fella had our promo pictures printed out for us to sign! Some of them actually did some homework before coming to the show. Super cool.
We were supposed to eat dinner with the AFE crew again as we did in Yokosaka, but they couldn't make it. Instead, we dined in the Garden Room with a lovely spread of NY Strip, Potatoes and Green Beans, with a delicious strawberry sorbet. AND we got extra plates to go! They treat us like Kings here. We certainly appreciate it.
Early night tonight, thankfully. We're trying hard to hang out with everyone we meet, because they're always dying to take us out. But the schedule is exhausting in itself, and to really hit these sets home we're going to need some beauty sleep. Even though it's Saturday. Tokyo tomorrow!
Checked in to our new digs and set up for the show at the Spectrum Lounge. This place had a really cool vibe to it. Very dark and moody. This show was our most packed yet, with a nice female element to it which worked wonders for us and our morale! I’m convinced I need to write more songs for the guys though…you know less about love and more about kickin’ ass. Sigh…I don’t think I have much ass-kickin’ experience. Had a blastin’ set and met tons of cool people. It’s amazing how disconnected some feel from things back in the States. Everyone laughs at me when I tell them the O’s are going all the way this year. Where have they been the last 11 years!?
My gut instinct told me to stay indoors this evening. My brain hadn’t been connecting things too well and I think it was telling me to take it easy. We're constantly on the move and it seems by the time I learn how to pronounce the name of the base and city, we're already on our way to the next stop! Sorry I didn’t meet up with you ladies at Eddy’s. You should be comforted to know that I caught up with the geo-political events that led up to the Nazi invasion of Russia. I’d been meaning to do that for a while. What were they thinking!?
Friday, April 3, 2009
MATT - We took a nice ride out of
Enter Ronnie (who I by the end of the night called Donnie)
This guy was especially bad-ass, and works on the flight deck of the USS George Washington. He made a great guide and led us to the Rock Bar FUCK YEAH. The Cheaters were there just last week, and recommended it to us. We tried just about everything, from Absinthe to Cobra Sake. Taka-sahn was a most excellent bartender and kept our whistles wet the entire time. Ronnie led us to a fantastic curry place where we scarfed down some spicy eats. We finished the night at a bar called BOOT CAMP and ran that place dry. We also exhausted their catalog of Beatles karaoke hits. Those special glasses of Tim's are used when one is sleepy and wants to look energetic. I think. Check the explanation below at the end of the 2nd video!
Our new best friend Ronnie had to stop with the hard stuff at , but was awesome enough to hang with us longer! We walked back to billeting (that's the cool word for our digs) and watched some Youtube vids of the USS George. This is the part of the night where exhaustion took over and I exited the scene shortly after. So to Ronnie, who by now I was calling Donnie - THANK YOU! Hope we cross paths again soon man. You have a budding karaoke career to look forward to! And sorry for calling you Donnie.
KENTAGON - The reality of
P.S. ~ They have canned, hot and cold coffee available via vending machines – I love
TIM - Whelp never again will I drink a Nakita Express. Should be called The F-in’ Awful! I can’t agree more with Steve’s entry. Beatles medley 1 thru 5 is a must. Anyways, keep rockin’, readin’ and I cant think of another R word that’s fitting. Too bad. Semper Fi!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
hey!!!! what's up everybody! Steve here saying hello. sooo... Fools and Horses has officially branded Japanese air with our music. Played our first show tonight for our troops. kind of small turnout but we still put on a good show. Became amateur sound guys and Andrew got a crash course in running a mixer. He did sexily. oh and that reminds me, went to a bar called "sexy" last night. which wasn't very sexy at all. but they had Karaoke, so that's cool. WHOO JAPAN!! I think that's what explains the video I decided to make at 3 am. get your mind out of the gutters. will post soon. well, that's it for me for now, Japan rocks, tour's goin well so far and I'm really excited for the rest of it. I know it's gonna go by quick and that makes me sad, but I'll be happy to be back home. aight, ttyl!
Andrew here. I wish I wasn't.
Kent is this and this is Kent: We played for Camp Fuji tonight. I love the Marine Corps and I almost enlisted just after high school. I went to Annapolis, got all the paper work, filled it out and signed it...but instead of taking it back to the recruiting office I joined Fools & Horses - no joke! The best thrill I get out of this experience is telling our troops how much we appreciate their service and how much our country loves them. And the look in their eyes is 100% priceless! Thank a soldier! On a lighter side...they're very hot and instantly gratifying...lighters, that is, but I'm sure the soldiers are, too. As I was saying, I enjoy lighters when I want a candle lit or one of my cigars lit. Speaking of cigars, I hope to run into some Cubans. But ironically I'm running into a lot of Japanese. I'm going to learn Japanese and own a pad here. I think I'm turning Japanese...and Jello pudding tastes great and gives me strength. I love you - know that, understand it, respect it...Peas.
Andrew still here. I've changed my position. Japan is amazing! Mt Fuji is staggeringly beautiful, and I finally understand why it's the subject of so much Japanese art (Tim and Steve took the rooms with views of it... bastards). The Japanese people are extremely polite and ingratiating. They make me feel like a crass American. And the Marines have been equally ingratiating, and damn good drinking buddies. I had assumed we'd be treated like employees, but we're guests. Everything on base is so cheap ($4.25 for a steak and king crab leg lunch), but everything off... well we collectively dropped over 400 dollars (or worse, 40,000 yen) at Snack Bar Sexy.
Tim: Hey, what's up? I am here, taking in the sweet view of Fuji, sippin' on my sweet cocktail. Hell yeah! Much respect must go out to the kick-ass Marines here in Camp Fuji, for they Rock & Roll and some sing a mean karaoke! Hope to run into the Cheaters sometime on this tour so we can settle an old score...whelp...Last night in Fuji and off to another. Love you all and to all a big Semper Fi!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
They've put us up in the kickin' Mountain View Inn, where we each have our own room and have had a shower each to clean the 15 hour trans-pacific funk away. Driving from the airport through Tokyo and to the base of Mount Fuji has been a most surreal experience. The mountain literally dominates the skyline and any picture we've seen of it before can't compare to the way it towers over our heads. The air is crisp, cold and fresh.
We set out to the SNACK BAR SEXY located off base for a few nightcaps. What, you thought we'd be good little boys and sleep? PLEASE!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
SCENE I NORTHWEST TICKET COUNTER
We missed the flight by an hour. Yes, we check in at 9:30 to find out the flight left an hour before. We catch an ear-full by the lady behind the desk. Who really expects a flight to be bumped four hours ahead of schedule? This does not bode well for Fools & Horses, and the anally detailed mind of Matt's. (This one disregarded detail burns in him like a soldering iron to the butt-cheek on a crisp, February morning)
Rap-atap-tap of the keyboard and we're booked on a Delta flight for Atlanta-Tokyo at 6:30 pm. Aimee, who has graciously sacrificed her Sunday off to get us down here has stuck around and carts us back home. We hit up a Denny's and stew over the morning's delay. We're comforted to know AFE has factored in a couple of days to get us to Tokyo before our first show. We're not at all pleased to still be in town though. We're able to check in at 2pm for the 6:30 flight and vow to do just that. We're not risking anything.
SCENE II BWI : ACT II
Conveniently, Northwest and Delta have been going through a gradual merger and they seem to speak a different language. The Delta folks are scratching their heads at our paperwork and send us back to Northwest for reissues. A really stoic gentleman (who we think will end up heading the company one day) took charge and got everyone on the same page. We present our baggage to gasps and wide eyes, and it looks like nothing of ours will make it on the plane. A very kind lady with a magic wand sprinkles some fairy dust on the staff and our baggage is weighed and deemed flight worthy. (This whole time Matt is throwing Jacksons at the curb-side helpers for dealing with our crap. They've seen us twice today).
We're told we could make the Atlanta connection and pay twice the cost for overage in baggage, or go home and take a 05:35 to Atlanta - Tokyo tomorrow. Always suckers for a laugh, we decide to take this option and head home AGAIN. We stop off at the Barn in Carney to celebrate our day's travels with the Hutchison patriarch.
The dry-run was a success. We now know where the airport is, and I think we know where we're heading tomorrow, but we fully expect to be told differently.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Do you know what I'm sad about? I just realized we won't be here for Easter! Do they have the Easter Bunny out East? Is it called a Wester Bunny? No, cause that's just a stupid name Matt.