Jaco-Myrtle- Sihanoukville

Hard not to stare at the beauty…the feline grace ,girlish hips burnt cinnamon skin,pearl white teeth in a come hither smile..the gentle ah-Kuhn giggles…..I’m talking about the Cambodian men. …
Here in Sihanoukville. Paradise …the wasted Australian girls,lonely fat German men,mulleted Canadians punch drunk American NGOs Russian killers and a few hey dude Californians. Nestled on top of dirt poor Cambodians selling whatever’s available…you have been here…Puerto Vallarta,Phuket,Pensacola …jacomyrtle hell…a stunningly beautiful cute hell…bars called reef. Reef II. Son of Fucking Reef. Tshirts, knick-knacks,smoothies,hookers,nitrous bars,jaeger bars ,tuk tuks Chinese tourist buses,beggars hookers. We played in a place called Led Zeypher last night..tonight’s show is at the Big Easy…

My friends Mr Kraig and Mr Sam who hadn’t been here in a couple years were floored by how fast it’s growing..and sure ..it’s awesome for the local economy..all these last spot on earth places seem to last a year or two..( apparently the next cool spot is Burma Burma Burma).and of course ,no matter where you go..it was always better before you got there…it’s still Cambodia…met the warden of the US embassy here…I shit you not ..it’s Billy Gibbons…pretty cool. Tres hombres indeed…..our gig was good…Mr Frank and I are working out the bugs of how to make a acoustic -accordion duo, rock the punters..tho I gotta admit ..if I was a 20 year old Scottish back packer…the last fucking thing I would listen to is me. We play Tonight then off to PP to get a bus to Vietnam. It’s all big city’s from here…so somewhat bemoaning that I need to blog instead of sit on the beach drinking watermelon juice…all of us have been working our butts off…mr Sherm has been running himself ragged trying to make shit work while Mr chicken fingers is dividing his time between editing Damian Marley concert footage and learning how to wipe his ass with the hose attachment featured on every toilette. There is no paper… Brad Rosen would have this stuff nailed already ala Italian spritzer episodes. Tho it must be said…the lads are missing their super exotic panic on la playa moment. See Mr Sherm below

So for their benifit it shall be Bigfuckingwoolynorthpaniconlapolpotplayanight tonight here in sinville. Mr Frank is so connected here it’s scary. Everyfucking hotel manager has a El Dealbreakers tshirt under his Bruce Lee enter the dragon vest…and the girls keep calling out things to him that I wouldn’t repeat in public…and I am the guy that wrote staple gun .note to self …never reapet the coconut lollipop story…under any circumstances.
We were talking about the weird mix of entrapanourism and humble quasi angry vibe you can get from young Khmer guys…and Mr Frank put it succinctly
The Cambodians are missing s generational front tooth..the people that would have taught the 20 something Cambodians about manners and trash cans and history and cultural identity…were killed..all of them…no matter how much this place can change..the Khmer ghosts are everywhere and in a country that believes in ghosts like you and I believe the electricity will stay on…it’s a very real and tangible spirit world 24/7. Makes Charleston look like home of the happy Buddha vibes. a lot of South Carolina comparisons here in Sihanoukville. Tho it must be said..even the Khmer wouldn’t have voted for Newt…just saying. Ok. Sound check time…Mr Sherms insisting…I have just downloaded a video of my son Judah dancing to cold play…it feels like I am a long way from home. Strange….traveling these days ,as phones and skypes and Iwhatevers make the connections so much easier… Waiting for the Ihug. Thanks for following. Goodnight noises everywhere. Mr Jerry