So Sorry Mr Jerry..You Are Now In Tokyo

there is a character in William Gibsons excellent “Pattern Recognition” that says, jet lag is your soul catching up with you. so as of this writing..5am at bobbys in maui..i am a little unclear my soul made it out of the hipster blue lucky 7 smoking lounge at Narita. the ticket said taipei – honolulu..nothing was mentioned about japan..and .well..so sorry..please leave the plane..see you in 4 hours…last time i saw my soul it was trying on next years prada sunglasses and waving mr sherms credit card.
so..its done…mr franks wild ride….typical wild ride syndrome…seems like a year seems like a day… land in america… shiity food..check…mean armed cops..check..fat fat children ..check…aloha mother fucker…tell us again what you were doing in cambodia?. and why you smell like banana, spiders and mailbu rum? nice to be home…ish.
i dont think anyone wants to hear how exhausted i am …when i first ran this trip up the flagpole with my wife…it was a couple weeks in southeast asia..late birthday mid life crisis..write a couple songs.slurp some pho..embrace the accordian…i am a very lucky man shes still talking to me.
this was an exercise in many things , domestic responsibility not being one of them. it turned into the type of thing that makes {insert sean connerys accent here} an adventure. no plan..no money..no clue. thru the grace of my friends i was able to go..without justin and sherm and frank and teri i would not have been able to do this trip..these people made it happen for me.and i am very grateful. i have never had hit records, huge shows ,nice cars[high profile drug problems perhaps}...but i am blessed with amazing people in my life.
this trip was alot of things..but mr frank said it best..after he said "mr jerry this is your lesson in humiliation"..he said 'this is about learning about ourselves" and indeed ,this has proven to be true. every watermelon since 1961? i had no idea.
justin ,sherm and i ..didnt know each other that well..this was a hell of a way to bro down..and it could have gone seriously wrong. mr frank and i are both anime cabaret versions of alpha males..and have been known to butt heads..and that could have gone seriously wrong. instead ..it seemed the point was the exercise in learning to roll with it...i thought i knew a thing or 2 about rolling with it...but when you have a handfull of tarantulas and no pepto..and all those bills in your pocket equal 3 dollars...you lean on your friends..and hopefully they can lean on you. people came in and out at the exact right time,clark and duane and joe and ellen and carison and becca and sal and ali and kraig and mr sam...everyone in their own way made this trip happen its important to me that people reading this know...i pretty much get thru the day because i have been fortunate enough to have caring compassionate loving people around me...left to my own devices i am a ADD addled watermelon stacker who couldn't stack his way out of a paper bag... and they are not afraid to put me in my place..mr sherm coined it again.. aggressive passive..sums me up.
the last show was killer...WTF was in a hipster soho'ish neighborhood nippon chic..quaint and cool..ali rubbed some weird ointment on his taser scars and kicked the shit out of it...mr frank besides crying all the way thru ten killer fairies...had figured out how to bring his brand of international criminal polka to every tune with grace and melody...it was cool then it was over..
" Lets go to southeast asia and hop in a tuk tuk with mr frank and play shows...dude it will be fucking awesome" rarely does that kind of idea come to fruition[there are good reasons for this] and dude ,we dropped some serious durian..if you know what i mean..NMF…well…besides the american consulate having to apologize in every country for mr sherm…[we are really sorry about the elephants and mr sherm promises to send the pussy trumpets back immediately..oh..and the dead snakes in KL myhome2 .. room 27?.um..we suggest bleach}..tho even they understand “learning to love again”…here i am digressing ….again..i cant get the hang of returning to the point…the point being…its unclear what the point was…we said we would do it….its all on film,…people stepped the fuck up to the plate..we did it..
thank you
so…here at bobbys….haiku..maui…wide awake…spent the evening at woodrows listening to old songs and starting to write more…suns coming up. theres a big rainbow in front of me….my son judah and my wife teri will be here soon.i am beyond excited….i feel like its xmas morning, tho its going to be hard to explain the dragons in flagrante delicto tattoo on my fat belly…we will work thru it
next adventure starts……now
goodnight noises everywhere……………mr jerry