Brasilia, Sao Paulo, Curitiba
It hurts to wake up after 2 hours of sleep after a headlining show after just flying into a new continent. It hurts to pile into a van with other tired, still-drunk band and crew-mates and show up at the airport to check in 30-40 pieces of luggage and gear and deal with airport staff and security and then fly, collect it all, back into a van, then a long ride to a hotel. But hey – I could be cleaning porto-potties. Continue reading
Scuzzi! Babada Buppi!
Trivium and crew had just flown in to Milan to do some headlining dates before reuniting with our friends in In Flames for their headlining European tour, when I said: “As soon as we drop our bags. We gotta freakin’ eat.” Italy is one of those places (like all places in the world as far as I’m concerned) that you need to get out into. That you need to eat. I will never forget before we ever toured Europe… when we met bands who had been to Europe. They’d say things like: “Dude. The fuckin’ food in fuckin’ Europe is fuckin’ gross.” “The cities and the countries fuckin’ ****.” “**** touring Europe.”
Gross food? **** Europe? **** that! Continue reading
D’Angelo with Gregoletto
It was the Pompano Beach show on the Dream Theater support tour (Paolo and Nick’s hometown), Paolo had his truck like usual at a hometown show… so I said to him “let’s get some good food duuuuude.” Continue reading
I Love New York City… Oh Yeah… New York City (part I)
I’ve mentioned before how my memory is pretty bad. It’s odd – at times I can’t remember bits of my life; on any given day – I usually don’t know what time/date/month/year it is. I forget my age, I forget things I’ve said, I forget who I’ve met (this one usually bums people out and creates an awkward Curb Your Enthusiasm-theme-song-queued moment).
We played.. somewhere… before the NYC show on the Dream Theater tour. It was either in Jersey or Pennsylvania. In a neighborhood-esque town in an all seated Theater-hall. The show was alright – the crowd took a ton of effort to get em into it. Me and Paolo were to be picked up by car immediately after the set to drive into Manhattan, grab a bite with Monte (our A and R at Roadrunner and serious-foodie friend of mine) and Darren (our co-manager at 5B management who is also a serious foodie-buddy of mine).
We did the show, piled into a car, got into the city – and checked into the Ace hotel.
The Ace hotel is the definition of cool. When one merely walks into the lobby – that person will be immediately swept with a sense of: “Oh shit. I am underdressed and far less-cool than everyone in here.” At any given time of day or night at Ace, it’s the trendiest of trendy kids – dressed in the most current of cool trend-style, either drinking cocktails or working on something on their Macs. I am not exaggerating or criticizing – I wish I looked that cool all the time. Those kids are hip. Continue reading
The day before the Boston show, we met up with Paolo’s cousin Jordan and his wife to get into the city for some food and drinks. I don’t recall the last time I was in Boston (if ever even) so I was excited to get into the city and tear it up (food and drink-wise and Trivium-wise).
We went to one of the “oldest taverns” in the city for some decent seasonal local-brew, then off to one of the “oldest restaurants” in town. I don’t recall the names of either, nor are they in my notes – but I hate to say – bum out on the food. I would list it with a warning if possible, but I can’t recall – but it was one of those nostalgic places that’s more of a tourist-refueling station of food-product than somewhere to get good food. I know there is good food in Boston – but this wasn’t it. I should have known – anytime a restaurant has a “thing” like: “oldest” or “banquet rooms available” or “live music” – they’re not paying attention to food quality. Continue reading