Toe Kyo Whoa Oh. Goh (bye bye).


I typically require 7-10 hours or so of sleep to recuperate post-show; before a hellish flight lasting anywhere from 6-20-30 hours – I can pull it all off with like 4 or so hours; Japan – I don’t care how much I sleep as long as I eat a lot

Waking up early once again, for my final meal in Japan – I collected Nick, Paolo and myself, and headed back to the alley ways of kindly-hollering Japanese women and mystery stalls with delicious meat-smells pouring out. We did a few passes of the mini-restaurant stalls, cruisin’ that shit like creepers – and decided to go with the spot with the giant pot brewing meat-stew.  Continue reading

(Trivium “Down From The Sky” live at Loud Park)

Toe Kyo Whoa Oh. Shee. 


I am a planner. I probably will get on your nerves if you’re ever on a trip with me. I applaud my band mates and my wife for being such good sports when being down for my timings of things. We had the Loud Park show at night… but I planned out with Paolo the night before that we really ought to get into town for a badass Japanese breakfast before heading to the show. It was my goal after all to get as much food into my body in Japan as possible before flying back to the US of A.

We took the trek back into roughly what was the area of the first Izakaya spot we hit for first dinner the night previous, and began the wander. 

It’s tricky… I can’t exactly say that a wander into just any food spot even in culinary capitols will yield amazing food – you have to develop this extra sense to notice if a restaurant or food spot will have just what you need. Most things in Japan are not in English; most things in Japan are pretty inexplicable by definition to describe exactly what you’re getting in to… If you can handle the latter, and you have a sharp sense of what will deliver good food – you will survive on the road as a food-freak. Continue reading

(The Trivs eatin’ Yasui)

Toe Kyo Whoa Oh. Sahn. 


Amazingly, it was still the arrival day. Pretty much instantly when we finished dinner, we walked to another dinner. That’s how I do it in my home-land – if I’m there for only a few 24-hour chunks… I am going to eat that town like Godzilla. I think in that 1.5-2 day time frame, I consumed somewhere are 30 or 40 different dishes… probably guzzled down a gallon or two of Japanese beer to boot. I do not **** around when it comes to my food in Japan.

Koji is someone who I consider a dear friend. I don’t often get to see him or chat and such due to being on polar opposite ends of the earth – but when we’re together, we’re on the same brain waves. This dude even came to my engagement party in Florida when I first got engaged to Ashley. With Koji, I have eaten some of the greatest meals of my life… I have stayed out later with that dude than anyone I know… I’ve done headstands in rock clubs at 5:50am with him… we’ve eaten some insane shit too. Koji and I are cut from the same cloth: two dudes who put family and friends above all else… then food in second place… then metal and music in a not-too-distant third place.  Continue reading

Toe Kyo Whoa Oh. Knee. 


It’s a hike from Narita airport to any point in Tokyo… you just gotta be aware of the fact that it’s gonna take a minute. But just like the plane ride to Japan, the cab ride to Toyko isn’t long mentally. From? That’s a whole ‘nother story.

I wasn’t fully aware we weren’t gong to be staying in Shibuya itself – needless to say… I was pretty bummed. I know Shibuya. I love Shibuya. I’d live there in a heartbeat if it were accomplishable. But hell – I can’t speak Japanesea… so. I may not fit in. English is more of a rarity in Japan than you’d expect. Continue reading

Skrillex – SXSW


Austin, Tx

SXSX Acoustic:

Day 2. I woke up in my impossibly shitty hotel (Homestead Suites at 507 something… a mile from the goodness of SXSW) that was priced at $250 bucks (as compared to their normal $80-something). Front desk said (even though the dude who checked me in at 1am said I’d have till 1pm) said I needed to be out by noon… I was informed that the guy who checked me in didn’t’ even work at the hotel – well… how the **** did he swipe my card then? Whatever… I was out. 

Popped by the bus – found it essentially a grave yard… passed out pirates and socks lined the bunk halls. Fortunately, Rob and Joey were keen on a walk into town for some grub. Our mission today was simple: no friggon restaurants… only trucks. Trucks dammit!

We walked a little over a mile to get to Naan Stop, an Indian truck that came highly rated on all our internet sources. I was greeted by a very friendly woman working the window – I asked her what’s the best – my prescription was the Parantha Roll with a mixture of Paneer and Chicken. What’s funny about Naan Stop is that they don’t have naan necessarily… but instead the parantha bread instead. It’s like a burrito tortilla but made of naan-type material. My chicken and paneer was heavenly – it’s like a home-made hand rolled taco… but with a burrito-sized home. The chicken and paneer (which I think is some sort of special cheese or cheese curd – somewhere between the texture of feta cheese and tofu) came in a (what I thought) was perfectly mild sauce. I guess it was really spicy judging by the mild-tear up by Rob and Joey from theirs. Really slamming.  Continue reading