PHILLY SHOW LOOKS RAD /// tour thus far

YVYNYLPUT TOGETHER A SHOW FOR US AND ALSO DESIGNED THAT RADICAL FLIER YOU SEE.
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So in other news what can I say? Tour has been wild and dirty. Late night show in Dallas led to a goose-egg payday and soem late-night photos in front of a stretchy Hummer H2. Greenville street in Dallas: stretch Hummers circling and big bass thumping from the passing cars. Show was poorly attended, but we pressed on, slept at Cooper Lake State Park, under the stars, felt the clod sting through my socks, woke with the birds and the hum of neighboring RVs revving their motors. The lake was brown and didn't move much and we all passed on jumping in and instead pressed forward, through Texarkana and on into Arkansas. Stopped at Lake Catherine State Park for some cold-water laps and shivering teeth. We began filming our band movie, to be completed in the "exquisite corpse" process, except each director must film the same scene, just in his own style. The scene shows Sam Miller (muscles) leaping through shallow water and challenging Michael Baird ( chips ) to a martial-arts duel. Michael is defeated and flung into the lake. I'm supposed to direct the next chapter. An alternate storyline we've considered: Sam find out as an adult he is actually the son of Pauly Shore, and goes on a murderous killing spree to cope with the pain. That was my idea. That evening, I drank several large coffees and several red bulls (they now have HUGE red bull cans), and continued on to Fall Creek Falls State Park, which is probably the coolest place in all of Tennessee... nobody around, place all to ourselves, sound of running water, late night fires and whiskey. We woke the next day and hiked to the base of the largest U.S. waterfall east of the rockies and swam in the small creek, stood in one of the only stands of virgin forest left in the southeast, and headed further down the road. Forgot to close the back door, then had to turn back and retrace steps and found that most of our gear had fallen from the van's rear. Now I have no clothes.... so it goes. Further down the road, bathed in an ice-cold creek, the pleasant aromatic sting of Dr. Bronner's soap all over my body and warm sunshine to dry me off. Kept moving, here I am. Tonight: camping in Great Smokey Mountains. Tomorrow: Celo, North Carolina.