The Real Amsterdam – Sex, Drugs, and Frites

September 23rd, 2006

Sept 1, 2006
Amsterdam, Netherlands ~ Brussels, Belgium
Overcast, warm

Amsterdam, the city where everything is legal. The first day I quickly realize it is much more than this. The layout of the city is basically a big circle full of canals and bridges centered around a big rock called The Dam. At the dam square it is always packed with people. This is where festivals are held and the site of an impressive cathedral. In fact, the city has many impressive old buildings. It is one of the oldest cities but lost some builings during the world war. You can read more about this in Anne Frank`s diaries. The Anne Frank house is one of the ities biggest attractions. The city itslef is really cool, most people have bicycles and they are everywhere to rent. I prefer to walk. I would wander around, get lost , and that was often, then find my way back to the dam. It was great.

When You wander around Amsterdam, you are bound to end up somewhere in the red light district. Its boundaries are marked out with 2 red lights at the entrance of each street and it was huge. Of course I had to check it out, and man, was it ever different than I thought. Some people has referred to it as window shopping, and that is exactly what it is. Women from all parts of the world, different shapes, and sizes. There was literally every type of women possible available, some transvestites too. You walk down the street and they are right in your face. You turn to your side and the large window is right there with them pressed up against it. Some are real aggressive too, knocking on the windows, trying to lure you in. Some would have music blasting, some would try to talk sweet to you. But I must say, some of them were really done up, and pretty. Its a shame what they`ve got themselves into, although I`m sure they make good euros.

I`ll correct myself, Anne Frank is not the biggest attractions, the red light district is. If Anne Frank was alive she`d probably be disgusted, or would she? The streets and alleys are packed full of tourist `just looking` Many families too. To my surprise I see many couple go into the rooms probably to fulfill the guys fantatsies. I walked the whole thing and now I can say I`ve seen it. Check. Time for the coffee shops.

I`ve already noticed people everywhere rolling big fat blunts of hash or weed, must be close to a gram per joint. They are huge, and people just smoke it in bars, on the streets, even tough it really isn`t allowed. The coffee shops are there specifically for them to smoke in. I also noticed everyone mixing tabacco in as well. Everyone smokes cigarettes in europe.

So I go into a coffee shop and theres a coffee station, a bar, and a counter where you can get your drugs. There is a big menu to pick your drug of choice from, complete with product name, where its from, description, and what its effects are. They keep track of every sale and quantity, it is very organized and there is a limit ot how much you can buy at once. I think that is where the Commercial Dr coffee shop in Vancouver went wrong, because they sold any amount of quantity. I believe that was a test shop to see if it would work in Vancouver, makes you wonder why they haven`t tried it again.

Anyways I picked a couple grams of local crops with moderate effects. I didn`t wanna fuck myself up at the 1st stop of my trip. Got a hot chocolate, sat down, and lit it up. And although it is relaxed in Vancouver, it was very relaxed here. Each coffee shop would have its own theme with different lights and art for your viewing pleasure when the time is right. I chatted with the people I sat down with and by coincidence, they were from Vancouver as well. For `some reason` we thought that was the funnist thing. Then this old dutch couple comes in and sits down with us, only they brought their 2 dogs in with them and tied them to the table. We couldn`t stop laughing at the dogs being in the bar. They started swearing at us in dutch, and now that was the funniest thing ever. Needless to say, Amsterdam has some quality stuff. At the hostel, I woudl see the same people sitting in the same spot when I leave in the morning as wehn I return at night. They would just smoke all day getting stoned out of their mind. Guess most aren`t use to this kind of liberty.

So of couse there are lots of food availabe for when you get the munchies. Many good kabob\falafel stands, pizza joints, italian food, argentina food, thai food, french baguette sandwiches, and the king of all snacks, frites. Josh made me try frites the first night and I was like, they`re just fries right, can`t be like poutine. I try them and holy shit, so hot, so crispy, so good. Josh said they will melt my face, and they did. You pick a type of sauce and thats it. Fries witha sauce. John Travolta was right in Pulp Fiction, the dutch just smother their fries with mayonaise. Its a cheap snack too, around 2 euro and it fills you up. I think I`ve found a match for the poutine. 3 days in Amsterdam and thats all I can handle, for now. It was DAM expensive there.

I needed to get to Italy afterwards and flights with Ryanair was a quarter the price of anything else. Only thing was I had to fly out of Brussels, not a problem. Belgium was actually a boring place but the architecture was nice. I stayed at the Van Gogh Hostel and this was an amzingly designed bulding, very luxurious for onlye 13 euro a night.

I walked around town then I here crown noise by the center of the city. I follow the noice and find 20 tents set up in the middle of the streets with 10,000 people inside drinking. I was in town for the Belgium beer festival. Great timing. Every type of Belgium beer was available to try for a cheap price and there would judges at the end, and blind fold taste test. Almost everyone I tried was great. I was drunk, talking to random people who I`ll never see again, both in english and french. Yes the beer was good and strong. And I only know a minimal amount of french. It was a great start to the trip.

ETB – European Tour Bus

September 23rd, 2006

August 29, 2006
Arnhem, Netherlands
Cloudy with showers

When The canadian dates were announced a year ago, I had originally wanted to get a tour bus with a driver and pack it full of PJ fans. But after getting ridulous quotes, that’s when we decided on the alternative which eventually became the van.

When the euro tour was being speculated, I got an email from a couple of Norwigian fans saying that they have our dvd and asked what it takes to do a whole tour. I responded and a month later when everything was official, I hear that they hired a tour bus for the whole tour. Wow, I was impressed with the amount of commitment, trust in people, and upfront money these guys put in. The main organizer, Grethe, did a great job, so I thought I’d ride with them for the first connection from London to Arnhem.

I had met the other organizer, Stian, in Dublin and he was very excited. Both of them had seen a total of 1 show between each other before this tour, and now they are doing the entire european tour. They saw our dvd and said that’s what had to be done, and thanked me for inspiring them. This is thep ower of PJ.

The afternoon, before the show, we loaded onto the bus in London. This was the 1st time for the norwegians to see the bus in person as well, and with all the work that Grethe put into it, she almost cried when it arrived. The bus itself, well, let me say that it was plush. It is an actualy tour bus that the bands travel in. 12 beds, leather couches on both floors, tvs, dvds, music, and a microwave. It was pretty awesome, but it was not the van. It was very posh. The cost was 47 pounds a night for travel accomodations. Grethe and Stian was covering the rest, which is a lot.

There was the 2 norwegians, a german, 2 irish, barbara and me for the first connectiong. We partied all night in the bus while the driver took us on the ferry to Belgium and then to the Netherlands. The only thing we had to worry about was spilling our drinks. We eventually passed out and went to sleep. When we woke up we were parked at the venue beside all the other tour busses. In fact, the exact same bus pulled up beside us and it carried Wolfmother, the opening band. The driver would sleep during the day and get the bus to the next city over night. It was kinda cheating in a way. There was no suspense in whether we’ll make the show in time, no worry about a getting lost in a new city, no worry about the van breaking down, thee was no real adventure at all. But maybe this is the european way. And when you get to the venue, you might as well line up because they were mostly general admission show, free for all. So maybe this will work out for the euro touring bus passengers.

They had tshirts and buttons already made up and they were trying to film the trip as well, with no real experience, although Grethe is a photographer. I gave them a hand for that. A good idea Stian was doing though was, they bought a guitar for the bus for everyone on the bus to sign and then they wil try to get the band to sign it. They will play with it during the trip, and at the end will auction it off for charity. Stian’s a wicked guitar player by the way. But nothing will ever live up to the touring van, although this is a nice try.

For the show, I was using the spare ticket from DC Josh, who I caught up with on my way to europe. I hadn’t been in contact after that so I just assumed he’ll be at the box office at some point. 5 mins before the 10 club line up was let in, he appears. We get in and I brought my canadian flag in and headed straight to Mike’s side just behind the railing. We stand and wait for an hour and a half, then Wolfmother rocked us hard. Then we waited again for PJ. In the meantime, I got the dutch girls in front of me to drape the canadian flag on the railing. I guaranteed her that Mike will throw a pick our way.

So the band comes on opening with Release and Mike notices the flag right away. The next song was Why Go and he stood right infront of the flag for the whole song, then points at me afterwards. In fact, he played almost every third song in front of the flag. Another rocking show for a 30,000 plus capacity dome. And no one pushed at all. The dutch were very tamed and relaxed. When Porch came on, Mike came over and played the solo while looking right into my eyes, then he threw his pick at the flag. Jake, the security, picks it up and gives it to the dutch girl in front of me. She turns around and smiles. Then at the end of the first set, Mike takes his shirt off and throws it to me, but the girl beside me grabs it away. It didn’t matter to me, I knew it was for me, that’s all that matters.

For the last encore, Ed takes a run along the railng and gives high fives to everyone in the front row. He graised the tips of my fingers. Yet another great show and lots of love from the band, especially Mike. We head back to the bus and its definitely no the van, but I will rejoin again later when the bus gets more lively. It was a good start for them though. After the show, I took the train to amsterdam with Josh, where everything was booked, so I had to check into a medium priced hotel. I will look for a hostel tomorrow. But before the night was over, Josh made me have my first taste of frites. It just melted my face.

The Reading Feastival

September 23rd, 2006

August 27, 2006
Reading, UK
Cloudy with showers

I got one full day of rest and then I was off to my first ever festival. PJ was playing festivals and general admission shows for the first time in a long while. They were doing both Leeds and REading, both with the same acts but in reversed order. Reading has been around for a long time and is one of Europe’s biggest events, whereas Leeds only began a few years ago because Reading was so big. So I had to do the entire Reading Festival.

I was camping the weekend with the guy I bought my tix off of, which were not cheap at all, Matt and his mates, Stewart, Nadia and Mark, all from the England. Matt and Nadia were Reading veterans, so they arrived a day early to find a great spot to pitch a tent and gazeebo. I arrived on the day and made my contribution by hanging the Touring Van Canadian flag up. People thought we were all canadian all weekend, it was great, they loved it too.

The whole festival had 4 music stages to ensure music is happening at a ll times. There was a comedy tent, a video game section, and tons of food vendors and market shops. It was like a village inside with lots and lots of live music. Totally amazing. Shows would run from noon until around 11pm non stop one each stage. Must have been close to 200 bands there, headlined of course by Pearl Jam.

After the music they’d have the movie theatre running and a silent disco where everyone is given headphones with dance music on them. And the beer never stops. The event is sponsored by Carling which is like Molson or Budwieser, but people would bring Stella and even Fosters instead. There was a section, however, that will swap you a cold can of Carling for any
other beer. So you can trade warm beers for a cold Carling. They will also give you a beer for every bag of trash you turn in. And if you batteries die on your stereo of camera, they will exchange new ones for free. Then ther is the man wash. This is where people, mostly guys, go through a car wash type thing, where they are scrubbed down, hosed off, and dried by girls
in bikinis. It was a very well run event for sure.

For the music, the 1st day I saw a few good bands. Secret Machines, The Trains, and some of Franz Ferdinand. But what made the day and possibly the weekend was seeing hte Twilight Singers with Mark Lanegan. I must say, Lanegan is the man. I remembered our first connection on the Touring Van last year, an 11hr drive from Vancouver to Calgary, when Stefan put on his
entire discography ofLanegan. All 8 hrs of it. It got us to Calgary and I didn’t get sick of it once, it was just great. The first night of camping was also the 1st great sleep since I got to Europe.

Day 2 saw Australia’s Wolfmother rock it early. They will be opening for PJ for a few shows. They are a cross between Black Sabbath and the White Stripes and they totally rocked. Also saw The Automatics who have the biggest song in the UK at the moment called Monster. Then on them ain stage we saw The Streets, who I didn’t like, Artic Monkees, and the day closed off
by the incredible Muse. I’ve alwasy wanted to see the Muse live ever since I saw their DVD a few years back. They didn’t disappoint.

The last day of the festival was what we were all waiting for, well at least for the Pearl Jam fans. Barbara and her friend Zita came for the day. We started early to see a great canadian band Metric. Too bad they only played 30mins. Then it was time to go to the mainstage and work our way up to the front in time for PJ, who would be on in another 6 hrs. We survived through
some terrible music to find ourselves up front just behind the railing. We felt great, and then we realized who was playing next. None other than Slayer. We felt like we were gonna die. It got pretty rough out there. The a huge circle pit formed in the middle. We were happy to survive.

To follow Slayer, My Chemical Romance. Apparently every year the crowd comes to a general consensu to chuck plastic ottles at one of the acts and basically boo them off the stage. There is always an act that stands out, does not fit with everything else, or just plain sucks with everyone hating them. Last year was the shitty Good Charlote and the worst was 50 Cent a few years ago, which was so bad that he only lasted 15mins before leaving. This year it was My Chemical Romance, who are almost as bad as Good Charlote.

The second they came on to the stage, so did the bottles. It was relentless too, every song. I didn’t know that so many people drank bottled water, maybe they bought it just to chuck at the band. To their credit they handled it well and played an entire set saying that sometimes you must face adversity but it will only make you stronger. Pretty smart comment actually, I’m sure Good Charlote just told the crowd to fuck off thinking they were actually any good at all.

Placebo was next and the final act before the headliner. They were ok but had some amp problems stopping their set for 15mins. They didn’t talk or entertain the crowd so the camera man knew what to do. With 2 large screens beside the stage, the started zooming in on girls sitting ontop of someones shoulders. Most of them flashed the camera, it was quite entertaining.
Amazing what can keep the crowd happy. Placebo came back on and finished their set, and then electricity filled the air. The anticipation was intense.

In between acts, the screen would show music videos to the waiting crowd, and usually they would all sing along. IT was pretty amazing to see. The loudest sing along being Tribute by Tenacious D. Hilarious. Everyone and I mean everyone, sang along to it.

When it was time for PJ, the pushing to get to the front began. Ed comes out and before a note is played, he asks the crowd to be safe and help each other out. The show was all power and rockers to the joy of everyone. Most people up front could not handle the 80,000 people pushing behind them, so the y had to be pulled out. Security would hand out cups of water every
5mins because it got so hot in there. I literally had 5 big brits leaning on me for the entire show.

The only real surprise was Crown of Thorns, probably the first time played in europe. The show definitely rocked, but the comfort level of being squished all show was not hte best. Good experienced though. It was worst than San Fran. The whole festival was awesome. I probably saw about 20 bands in 3 days. Not bad. I reckon everyone should check out a festival,
too bad their isn’t many back home.

Its OK, Why Go Home, Education

September 23rd, 2006

August 23, 2006
Dublin, Ireland
Showers, sunny, overcast, everything

One Month after the last PJ show at the Gorge, I flew into London from DC the morning before the Dublin show. I couldn’t sleep on the plane, maybe 1 hr at most. I had a lot of things going through my mind so I was thinking a lot. I arrive into London at 9am and take the train into central London to meet with Barbara, who I met last year on the Canada tour. We go back to
her place where she made some of her yummy italian pasta. We caught up, then she had to go to work, something I’m foreign to now. I tried to nap, but again, there was too much on my mind. It hadn’t sunk into me yet that I was fucking in Europe.

We headed back into central London for a few pints and then we caught the bus to the airport. A 6am flight got us into Dublin for 8am. Another valuable hour of sleep was had along the way. I certainly was not in tour mode yet. The month break in between shows had me lost. I wasn’t travelling and I was home but I wasn’t working or back to regular life. I wasn’t doing a whole lot of anything. I felt depressed at times. It was definitely one of the toughest times I’ve ever gone through.

But due to a last minute decision, inspired by me, Dana and Venassa were already in Dublin waiting for me. The instant we met up I was wrapped around in Venassa’s canadian flag with them. The flag dawned the words ‘Eddie would go’ which was inspired by my outlook in life that things will always workout, and by the sticker on the van. It really helped having them there to support me and kick start the trip.

Then the pints of guinesse and glasses of Jameson started rolling in and we were in with the irish culture now. We met a bunch of UK PJ fans going to mostly their first or second show. I felt kinda embarrased to tell them it would be my 43rd show. I had seen more shows than everyone combined. Guess I feel lucky to have that opportunity, PJ was playing europe for the 1st
time in 6 years. Then I realized that this was the 1st show of the Euro tour, these fans have been waiting for a long time, so I wasn’t going to fight with them to be up front. We would find a way to all sit together and rock out. Barbara, on the otherhad, needed to be up front, so we let her fight. We didn’t meet anyone from North America, although some did recognize me from the DVD.

Venass was able to downgrade her seats to be next to Dana, now I just needed to trade my general admission tix away. While waiting in line, I could see the excitement build amongst the fans. They were all singing as a crowd non stop. It was mainly the big songs like Betterman, Alive, and Jeremy but the atmosphere was great nonetheless. Periods of showers kept coming and going while in line, good thing Dana found a pizza box from who knows where. We used it as a shelter.

When we got inside, finally, I bumped into Mike from Lethbridge, who rode the van in Edmonton with us last year. He snuck his poster tube in, so we put our posters inside safely and had a few more drinks. There was a local openning band but no one really paid attention. When they got to their seats Venassa was able to find someone to trade for my GA tix so we were all sitting together now, we did it. One week ago, neither of us had a ticket nor did we even think about going to Dublin just for one show. But Eddie would go, and now we were sitting together. It turely all worked out the way it should have.

The show opens with Inside Job and all of us felt it all comeback to us again. It was performed so beautifully. Next came a whole wack of rockers and the crowd, packed to the back, wsa loud and really into it. Then Daughter began and I felt surprised by it. What if they did the It’s Ok tag again. ‘The shades go down….’ I was really feeling it. And then those familiar chords began and I got all emotional. I couldn’t believe it and I couldn’t sing along. With so much going through my mind, I really felt that Ed was singing to me. He might as well have said ‘Jason, everything is gonna be ok.’ If they played it for Holly at the Gorge, then this time it was for me. I felt really good after.

Next they played Why Go Home. Now that was definitely for me. I screamed out the chorus with all my emotions. Then to cap it off, they played Education for the 1st time ever. So to recap, they played It’s OK, Why Go Home, and Education all in a row. This was truely my show and they were singing them for me. The encore started with a cover of The Boys Are Back In Town, and ended with Fuckin Up. This was the most emotional show I’ve ever been to and I loved every moment of it. Dana and Venassa felt the same, they felt complete afterwards, whereas the Gorge left them hanging. I was glad to have them there to share the moment with. It really helped. They are great friends. I had to call Holly right away to tell her about hte show. She was ecstatic for me. I miss her already. But everything will be ok.

After the show we went out dancing with the pissed drunk irish folks. They were dancing to the shittiest music ever, but everyone was hammered and having a great time. It was fun. Barbara and I had to catch a bus to fly back to London. Another wonderful 6am flight with good old Ryanair, so another hour of sleep. So I had a total of 3 hours of sleep in 3 days on 3 plane rides. But It’s Ok, Why Go Home, it’s and Education.

It’s OK – Touring Van Ends Where it Began

August 28th, 2006

THE GORGE
July 22, 2006
The Gorge
Hot Hot Hot 116 deg

This was it, the hometown show, the big finale, the big party, the freakin Gorge. After the memorable show that was just one year ago, these were the most anticipated shows of the tour. The Touring Van alone could not transport the number of van crew members to this magical venue. Thus, some reinforcements were required. Stefan and Tak rented a van, Touring Van 2.0, and picked up Lester, who was also making his return to the Gorge with the Van, then Spencer and his buddy followed Stefan down from Vancouver in his car, and both met us in Seattle to go all together. Already with 6 passengers in the Touring Van, I picked up Holly at the airport the night before the show, and then picked up Venassa and Tyler the morning of. We were set, 3 vehicles, convoying towards one of the top concert venues in the continent to see the best band in the world.

On the way there, we stopped off at a grocery store in Ellensburg and loaded up on way too much food and not enough booze. A shopping cart full of alcohol and we were not satisfied, so we found a liquor store to fulfill our need. Unfortunately, we were denied service due to our rowdiness and other unknown reasons. Oh well, it was getting late so off to the venue went.

We arrive at the exit to the Gorge off the highway, and the line up is already backed up. About an hour later, we finally arrive at the venue. A few of us jump out to grab their tickets and head to the show, as the line was just enormous and the time was already 7pm. We drive up to the camp site, near the very back of it all, selected a spot, and then went straight to the venue. The line up just to get tickets was massive, so we kept walking towards the front. Tom and Ingrid spotted us, so we joined them in the lineup.

The line was moving slow and I saw a few people I recognized, so I moved back and forth to say hi. When we get to front, the power tripping security guy pulls me aside and accused me of budging in line. He went off to talk to his partner, and as he did, I went up to grab my tickets. The guy wanted to do something, but I was trying to explain to him, that I was merely saying hi to friends and that I was in the original place in line as I started. Meanwhile, the show has already begun, opening with wash. He kept me there for about 5 mins and then finally let me and Holly through. That what you get when you have a haircut that everyone recognizes. Nonetheless we were in about 4 or 5 songs in.

We run to our seats right beside Stefan and Lester, as usual, and we start rocking out hard. Then Daughter begins. At the Hollywood show, Ashley, Mike McCready’s wife, asked if I needed anything. I said not really, but it would mean a lot to me for the band to play the It’s Ok tag at the Gorge during Daughter. This is because Holly was flying in for the shows, and it was her song, our song, it is rarely played anywhere. I didn’t think she could really do anything about a song request, but I asked her anyways. “The Shades go down… The sun goes down…..” Then Ed starts a speech about how hot it is, how the world is fucked up, and how it’s hard to think that everything will be ok. Was this it? Were they gonna play it?

“It’s getting harder and harder to say It’s Ok. So I need your help to remind me, when I say It’s Ok, you say It’s Ok.” Holy shit, this was happening. They were actually doing it. I doubt Ashley had anything to do with it, but it’s still a good coincidence. Holly is so happy, she is frozen and just watches silently. I was so happy and so happy for her. It was truly the greatest moment of my Pearl Jam concert experience, and being able to share this with the sweetheart. The rest of the show was pretty much a blur, but memorable nonetheless. Last kiss was performed on top of the sound board, and then Dirty Frank. Wow. What a treat.

Ledbetter closed the show with Mike playing Jimi’s Little Wing and then the full band gets into the song. Totally rocking. And then of course it goes into the Star Spangled Banner. Great show, great moments, great venue, great experience. We were dead tired after the show, but tried to party at the campground. After some bbq veggies, Holly and I passed out in the van, while the others were up till 5 o 6 am, outside camping in tents

The next morning was another hot one. Many campers in our area had left after the one show, so we were a little isolated. It was real lazy morning so we decided to take a drive down to the Columbia River and take a dip. It was cool refreshing swim, we took some beautiful pictures and was nicely refreshed and ready to rock out one last time.

The second Gorge show was not as great as the first and it seemed kind of anticlimactic, but it still an amazing show. An emotional night for me, as this was the end of a long journey, one the brought me to 40 shows across Canada and the US, beginning and ending at the Gorge. We did a round table discussion on what this all meant to us, and I was too emotional to say much. In fact, I stood frozen when Yellow Ledbetter was played for the last tim. We were all up late after the show until 6am, slept for an hour, then had to drive everyone to the airport in Seattle. Stefan and Tak joined me in a final check off for the Gorge and then off to the airport.

My van had everyone flying out of the SeaTac airport, everyone else rode with Stefan back to Vancouver. As I’m leaving the Gorge, I get one final speeding ticket, complete bull shit. Then as we are heading to the airport, the van begins to sputter a bit again, but we made it fine. Holly was flying out late that night, so we were able to spend the day together after dropping everyone off. A nice relaxing day, just by ourselves, that ended with a typical westcoast sunset. When it was time, I let her go air the airport. Extremely emotional, but I will see her soon again. I am so thankful to have met such an amazing girl out of no where. It was as if we were meant to meet.

So I leave the airport by myself, and the van sputtering like crazy, I think I barely made it to airport the last time. I pull off the highway into a mall parking lot and the van just dies. How fitting. It had served its purpose, brought many people joy, and now it was finished and has nothing left to accomplish. The only thing was that I was still there, it would not let me go home. I spent the next few days in Seattle bullshitting with mechanics, having put in a new exhaust only to be left with the same problem. On the third extra day, I’d had enough and called AAA to tow the van back to Vancouver, where I will have more time and connections to deal with the problem. The van had driven close to 40,000kms over 2 tours, carrying almost 40 different passengers to the show, and it was fitting that it was needed to be towed back to Vancouver. The van will lay and rest peacefully where it belongs, or perhaps it will be resurrected for another trek in the future.

Thank You Gil, Thank You Ashley

August 28th, 2006

July 20, 2006
Portland
Hot and Sunny

After a long day of driving up the coast of California and Oregon, we eventually found a beach to camp for the night. The van was run decent, however, as the end of the night approached, the van started having signs of deteriorating again. A little sputtering here and there. When we woke up the next morning, the van was yet again losing power. This was not good. We were in a little town just inside of Oregon, and we were about 4 hours away from Portland where the show was that night.

Driving through town, we decide to pull into a mechanic shop that we spotted. The shop was fully booked, but he recommended us go to his buddy’s shop Gil at Precision Automotive just a block down, so we do. When we pull in, Dana uses her charm and explains our situation and needing to get to Portland for the Benefit concert. Gil takes one look at the van, “Is that and 89?” I said “yes.” “I use to have one of those, let me see what I can do.” Wow, in the middle of no where, desperate to find a mechanic, and we find a guy that use to have the exact same van and knows it inside out.

Gil spends about an hour and a half on it, replaces a few parts in the emission system with random spare parts specifically for the van that he just happen to have lying around. Apparently he goes to the junkyard and loads up on parts that typically causes trouble for the Dodge Rams. This was incredible, this guy really knows this van. He is the master of the Touring Van. With a few new parts the van sounded a lot better, even though Gil didn’t seem to know what the problem was. But it appears that it will run fine. Dana comes back from the bakery with some bagels, and hands one to Gil. We ask him how much we owe him, but he wouldn’t accept our money because he doesn’t feel he did anything, the problem was not fixed. What a guy. The van sounded many times better and we drove off feeling a lot smoother and better than it ever has. Thank you Gil.

With the Van fully fixed, we were running strong to the show. Tonight we rock Portland. Along the way, we were going through the redwoods, and then there was a sign “Drive through a tree.” What? We pulled off and drove up to this tree that had a square box carved out of it about 6ft high x 6ft wide. Could the Touring Van fit through it? We approached the 1300year old tree assessed the situation, and proceeded to drive through it, slowly. Me and Joe were in the front seats and Dana got out of the van. There was about an inch on Joe’s side and less than an inch on my side. But we kept pushing through slowly. The previous vehicle and the gift shop people were all watching us, could we get through? Well we did, barely. The gift shop lady said we were the biggest van she’d ever seen go through that tree. Touring Van makes history again, for the first time.

When we arrived to the city, we pull up right in front of the venue where all of the fans are waiting. There was a preshow party held by the CCFA for people that bought the tickets directly from them. A little meet and greet with Mike McCready and Ashley OConnor. Monica and Brad were at the preshow, so we decided to make a thank you card and added some flowers to give to Monica, who could give them to Ashley thanking her for helping us get into the Hollywood. Monica gives her the card and flowers, as Joe was standing by. Ashley was happy to received the flowers and asks Joe if we needed any tickets for the show that night. Joe said he thinks that we are good but he was not sure. She then reaches into her pocket and hands over 6 tickets to Joe. The seats were scattered, but they were the CCFA tickets that cost $500 each. Wow, what a women, we try to thank her and she gives us upgraded tickets.

The venue holds less than 2700 people, and we already had 10 tickets, with a few extras. Now we had 16 tickets, and these were going for a fortune with the scalpers. We distributed the tickets out to everyone and sold off some to friends and we still had 4 extras remaining. Joe and I take the extra tickets and head back to the preparty to return them back to Ashley. However, she wouldn’t take them back and told us to give them away. Well, we ended up selling them to fans and will be donating the cash back to the CCFA for the fundraiser. Thank you Ashley.

At the show, I sat in the balcony with Dana at the seats that she had originally purchased. This was a great show, at a great venue, and to top it all, it was Stone’s birthday. We got to hear Pearl Jam sign Happy Birthday to Stone, very special moment. He accepts his cake by tossing it on top of his head, and then they let him sing Don’t Give Me No Lip. It was a lot of fun. The concert ends with Rockin in the Free World with the opening comic David Cross and the opening band, tonight only, for the last time, Sleater Kinney on stage. The show is over, and everyone is walking out, then Mike runs back on about 5 minutes later and picks up his guitar. Of course, Yellow Ledbetter. Dana and I are at the bottom of the Balcony at this point so we slid into the 2nd row, and then there’s Ashley standing right infront of us for Ledbetter. Mike makes an “I Love you sign” to Ashley, or was that directed towards us? In anycase, we thanked Ashley again and told her that we loved her, and again, she thanked us and told us that it was probably her favourite show she’d ever been to. It was a great show.

There was an after party at a close by bar which we checked out. Free food and free drinks. It was me, Dana, Joe, and Monica, and we just gotta pissed drunk. We stumbled back to the hotel, a long walk that included drinking from a 4 way fountain and some objects being thrown onto the streets. When we got to the hotel, the drinking continued. I had a full bottle of Jagermeister and there was a 4 pack of Red Bull in the cooler. Jagerbombs! I kept feeding myself and Monica and we both were just plastered. Monica tried to walk in a straight line, then she fell asleep, and then we’d wake her up for another drink. Good times in Portland. All Monica could remember the next morning was trying to walk in a straight line and not pushing the butterflies away during Even Flow. Haha, that was too funny. We will now always push the butterflies away, just for her.

Second Breakdown in so Many Days

August 28th, 2006

July 17, 2006
San Francisco
Hot and sunny

With the van all fixed up, including the power steering, we were all excited about taking it for a spin around the city. The big highlight was gonna be driving down Lombard street, the crookedest road in the US. So we get in the van and drive out of the lot, but then it all of a sudden had no power again. The same problem was there. This can’t be, they just fixed it yesterday and I drove back fine. Well, not fine, it was very powerless. So I drove it back to the shop and they spent the day re-fixing it, replacing a hose that was worn out. We weren’t gonna let this ruin our day though, so we walked over to little Italy for some lunch, going by Lombard Street on the way.

After lunch, I met up with Dana from Brooklyn, who had just flown in and was joining us all the way to the Gorge. Immediately the fun begins, as she brought a bottle of Jameson whiskey for me, yummy. She also brought home made cookies too. The first thing I do with her, however, was bring her to the mechanic shop to see if the van is ok. The mechanic did his job and didn’t charge us anything. I took it for a drive and it seemed to be fine, so everything was back to normal. All the bad karma that Dana claimed to have given to the van on the first leg, has turned to good karma, now that she’s officially part of it.

Back at the hotel back and the preshow party, we all gathered around and made some donations and bidded on some items. It was a great job done by Anna and Lydia on the San Fran fundraisers. For the show, we strolled in to the back of the line up at around 6pm just like the last show, and like the last show we found our way up to the front just behind the people along the rail. This show was even more rough than the previous, but again we held our positions and rocked out to another great set. After the show, my shirt was just drenched in my own sweat and possibly other peoples sweat. Not good when you’ve been fight a cold the past week.

Monica caught a ride back home to Sacramento, but was flying into Portland to meet us. We finished the bottle of whiskey and finished the rest of the beers in the room and then passed out. The next morning we drove out of the city, but before we left we stopped at the Golden Gate Bridge where Dana did the check off. 4 days in the same city seemed like a month. Guess this is the feeling you get when you’re always on the move. Thank you San Francisco, you’ve been great.

The Van Breaks Down for the First Time

August 28th, 2006

Jul 16, 2006
San Francisco
Hot and sunny

The next morning I had to drive Stefan out to the airport to fly back to Vancouver, but he’ll be back at the Gorge. As I pull out of the parking lot, the van stalls. I start it again and take off but it feels very weak. The van had become gutless, no acceleration, barely going up a hill, no power at all. Strange. It had been running perfectly up till that point, including the long day of driving on the previous day, and now all of a sudden, it breaks down. I parked the van on the side of the road and we took Stefan to BART transit for a quicker way to the airport.

When I got back, I started the van and there is some power, so I was able to drive it up the hill. Then it started to sputter and lose power again. I drove it back to the parking lot and parked it because it was a Sunday, and there wasn’t any shops open. After all these kms I’ve put on it over the last 2 tours, almost 30,000kms in total, and this was the first real problem. I guess if the van had to break down at some point, this was the perfect situation since we had a few days in San Francisco. We had lunch in china town for some shark fin soup and walked back to the hotel. Along the way we see Boom standing on the streets, so we stopped and chatted with him, got a photo with him, and Joe got his famous hat autographed. Like the others I’ve met, Boom was also a really down to earth guy. He said he was living a dream everyday and gives lots of thanks for everything. As we were standing there chatting, this bum walks up to Boom and asked for some change, it was pretty funny. Boom told him he had no money and that was it.

We then went to the bar back at our hotel, where the pre show party was being held. After a few rounds of drinks including some Jagerbombs, we were off to the show. It was about 5:30pm and the lineup was already insane, then we bumped into Tom and Ingrid and lined up with them.

When we got in, we were able to get pretty close to the front on Stones side. Everyone was forced to sit down on the floor where we met and chatted with some new pj fans. Just as we sense Ed coming on for the preset, we stood up and made a quick slip into the front 2 rows just behind the rail. Here I was almost dead center one row back from the rail beside some people who had waited in line the entire day. But to stay at this spot was tough. The constant pushing in the confined space caused by only a few created some chaos. This girl beside me, Veronica, who was in front of me before the show started, was being protected by me and a few others around her. She was safe. We were fighting through it though. But it was manageable and I wasn’t letting anyone get through me or push around anyone in my area. The crowd was so tight that we would be jumping up and down together as one unit, and there was also a group “swing” during some of the slower songs. All in all, it was an experience and definitely a cool way to see this band that puts out so much energy.

The next day we had a day off and wanted to explore more of the city. But first the van had to be fixed. I drove it to a small mechanic shop just down the road from the hotel to get it checked and we went on our way to explore the city. For some reason the entire transit system in San Fran was free for the day. It was as if the city knew that our van was down and wanted to help us out with transportation. So we headed to fisherman’s wharf and attempted to get on a tour of Alkatraz. It was completely booked up, however. So we just hung out and then headed back to the hotel to check on the van. The mechanic did a full tune up and I was able to drive the van up a block back to the hotel. I was fully relieved it wasn’t something big. Now that everything was settled, it was Tatiana’s turn to leave for the airport. She was going back to Brazil, but she won’t be back at the Gorge, the very reason why she came on the tour. But it was very good to see her again nonetheless.

After yet another emotional goodbye, we were off to the baseball game, San Fran Giants vs the Milwaukee Brewers, Tom and Igrid’s team. The game was relaxing and turned out to be big blow out for the Brewers, but we found our way down to the bleachers where all the hecklers sit. We crept down to the front hoping to heckling Mr Bonds, but just as we got there, the manager takes him out of the game. Too bad, though there were some good heckling moments, including one against Brian. He was wearing a Boston Red Sox jersey and then he was flashing his chest to the upper deck where Monica, Tom and Ingrid were still sitting. All of a sudden, a voice comes out “Hey Boston, get a tan!”

It was a Good way to spend a day off.

Straight from a Horror Movie

August 28th, 2006

July 15, 2006
San Francisco
Hot and Sunny

We had a late start leaving Los Angeles, but we drove up the California coast until the sun was set. When it was too dark, we pulled off the highway to look for a place to camp for the night. The first campsite was full so we drove around hoping for another nearby. We seemed lost at this point so we asked went into a liquor store to ask for directions and followed them. This would take us through a dark and narrow road through the fog. Could there really be a camp site here? There was no traffic on this quite drive and then out of no where a pickup truck parked on the side of the road, and a guy standing a little further down by himself off the side of the road. This was like something out of a horror movie. And just when things started to get creep, the camp site appears. We set up camp and assembled the new bbq. When grilling began, we were joined by a couple of relentless raccoons. They would appear, runaway, then comeback. I had to bring out the hockey sticks to defend the van crew. Eventually they stopped sneaking up on us.

The next day we drove further up the coast towards San Fran. We saw some elephant seals and a gathering of porsches at the same place. After a relaxing late lunch at the beautiful town of Monteray, we were pushing hard towards the venue. Van was running so smoothly and got us to the Bill Graham Center at around 6pm. The line up for the show was insane, due to it be completely general admission. After sorting through our ticket situation we checked into our hotel and went to the show.

Since it was a rare occasion to get the entire van crew sitting together for a show, we took this opportunity to put all 6 of us together on the 3rd row of the balcony at Stone’s side. We rocked the balcony hard together. The people behind us actually asked Tatiana to sit down, but we ignored that comment, we’re at a freaking rock concert. The show was excellent, lots of energy from the crowd, lots of energy from the band.

When we left the show, we notice fans lining up for the next show already. That’s correct, fans lining up for a show on the following night. They had their sleeping bags and air mattresses ready. It was hardcore and pretty ridiculous.

The City of Touring Vans

August 28th, 2006

July 13, 2006
Santa Barbara
Hot and Sunny

The Hollywood show was so good, how could they possibly top that. How about a show at the Santa Barbara Bowl? We drove up early to Santa Barbara and ate at this highly recommended Mexican place by Cali Joe. Well, maybe he didn’t recommend it, but he said it was one of the top 5 Mexican Restaurants in the states. So we check it out. The first thing we noticed was no actual Mexicans eating at the restaurant, in a town full of them. Bad sign already. Everything was totally bland, no taste, and not very good at all. We gave him so much shit afterwards for the recommendation.

After chilling at a beach, we drove back to the venue. Driving through the city, we spotted an abundant amount of other ‘touring vans.’ Dodge Ram vans were everywhere. If we ever needed another van, this was where we’ll find it. There was even one almost identical to ours except it looked newer.

For this show, we were surprising Tatiana with a front row ticket transferred from Brad. The only catch was, the tickets were transferred to another girl who we had to meet to pick up the ticket. She hadn’t arrived yet, we all had our tickets and Tatiana was anxious to get in for the preset, but I couldn’t give her any of the 6 tickets in my hand. She was really confused and wondering why I couldn’t give her a ticket. So I had to break it down to her. After finding out her new seat situation, she was excited and eventually got her ticket.

I watched the show with Lydia from San Francisco and we rocked out this amazing show that Ed called the mini Gorge. Rare songs were busted out including Hard To Imagine. What a great outdoor venue. And the sound quality was spectacular. Lydia had some of the most energy I’ve ever seen from a fan, and I’ve seen a lot of them. All I could do was try and keep up, it was really fun.

Joe had treated his mom to the show as well as his boss and his boss’ wife, so it was a special show for him. They all enjoyed the show and couldn’t believe how energetic the band and the fans were. Afterwards we drove back to Los Angeles, and Joe’s mom had the honour of riding in the van. We dropped everyone off. Tamara was flying back to Vancouver, but she will be back for the Gorge. The next morning Monica did the checkmark in the daylight.