Rock-a-billy artist, Hasil Adkins, dies April 27, 2005 11:47 AM MADISON, W.V. Rock-a-billy artist Hasil Adkins, a one-man band whose screaming vocals and freestyle approach to rhythm landed a cult following, has died. He was 67. Adkins' body was found yesterday at his Madison home, where he lived alone. The cause of death has not been determined but it does not appear suspicious. Guitar, harmonica, drums, foot-rhythm instruments -- Adkins played them all. Known to his fans as The Haze, Adkins struggled for decades to get noticed. In a 2002 interview, he said he mailed out thousands of tapes and records over a 30-year period while fishing for a record deal. Adkins was the original star of Norton Records, a label built around the primal recordings he produced beginning in the Eisenhower era. Adkins claimed to have written more than seven-thousand songs. He first emerged in the 1950s, only to disappear again. European fans kept the rock-a-billy rage alive, and when the Cramps did an early 1980s remake of "She Said," Adkins' records suddenly became hot again. His other hits included "Poultry in Motion," "Chicken Walk," "The Hunch," "Chocolate Milk Honeymoon," and "Boo Boo The Cat."

April 9th, 05
"ONE-MAN BAND" MEANS CUNNILINGUS
I just did a search on Google.com, to find other one-man bands, and I came across a surprising discovery: According to the Sex-Lexus Sexual Dictionary, One-Man Band is defined as, "Cunnilingus performed with the tongue on the clitoris and the thumb on the vagina and labia. See cunnilingus for synonyms."
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April 6th, 05
ROLLER DERBY COMES TO PHILADELPHIA
I'm very excited. A bunch of the girls on the roller derby league broke away from the existing league to do their own thing. I had originally thought that it was all the girls that left, but I just went to a meeting for the Penn/Jersey league, and it looks like they have a full group of girls. So, it looks like Philly is going to have two different women's roller derby leagues. That's fucking amazing. I just hope they both progress at the same rate so they can be bouting each other soon. Roller Derby fuckin' Rules. I'm not taking sides-fuck it! It's just a game, right? My loyalty lies with some ugly guy with missing teeth! -TG

April 3rd, 05
RACISM IN PHILADELPHIA
For those of you that don't know, some girls in Philly are organizing an all-girl roller derby league. Long before I began skateboarding, I was a roller skater on Caln Roller Rink's speed skating team, so I have been helping to coach the girls with their skating. The rink that we've been going to, Cross Keys in New Jersey, is going out of business, so I was scoping out some other rinks. Last night, I found one in North Philly. I hopped on the orange line and got off at the Allegany Street station. I was the only white face around. -so what! It's the year 2005 and blacks and whites have been equal for decades now. As I walked the three blocks from the train to the rink, an African-American gentleman in a white mini-van attempted to hit me as I crossed the street, just missing me by about a foot. He then yelled out his window, "Go home Cracker!" then took off. Once I got to the rink, I was greeted not so much by violence, but rather with dirty looks, and comments such as "What choo you doin' here?" Fuckin'-A! I just came to have fun! I felt so uncomfortable, after about only 3 or 4 laps around the rink, I unlaced my skates, put on my shoes, and left. On my way back to the train, unknown to me, the same gentleman in the mini-van was waiting for me. This time as I was crossing the street, he clipped me with the front fender, and threw me about 10 feet. While I was on the ground he threw the van into reverse and tried to run completely over me. Luckily, I rolled out of the way, and ducked into a corner bar where I called the police, which by the way, never came! I went to the emergency room, but there were way too many people there, so I just came home! My face is all scuffed up, and I think I rebroke my ribs. My friend said I'd feel worse today. She was right! One final thought: How is this any different from what the KKK does down South, and why are people so afraid so speak out against it? Racism is wrong no matter what color you are! -TG

March 28th, 05
BACK IN FLORIDA
We made it back to Sarasoda safely. I slept for a good long while, but now I'm refreshed! Today, I'm going to the beach with Joe & Radah. The weather is so nice. I can't wait to get there. I'm done writing. I'll beging writing again when I get back home to Philadelphia! -TG

March 26th, 05 - 11:22am
EL PASO, TX
I am so happy we went to El Paso! I was skeptical since none of the shows have payed out too well, dispite good turn outs! Since we had no guarantee for the El Paso date, since it was so far away, and also sincethe show on the way back fell through, I was hoping to skip it all together. What a mistake that would have been!The kids all went apeshit! A couple of kids told me that I was the only reason they came out to the show. Wow! They came just to see little ol' toothless me! It really makes me feel good when I can play a country song to a bunch of young punk rock kids and get the same positive reaction as the other full bands on the bill! It was amazing to hear that many kids singing along with me. I had perm-a-grin during the entire set! I can understand kids singing along to some of the cover songs that I play, but what was totally unexpected was that by the second chorus, they were also singing along to my songs! Holy shit! The local band that we played with, Hallowed Ground, blew us away! They sounded like early AFI (Proud Of Ya era) The lead singer, Vincent, even looked like a young Davey Havoc! Westayed with Vincent'sfamily. His mom prepared us spectacular vegan enchaladas, with salad, and tortillas & salsa! I don't know about the rest of the crew, but I had the best night's sleep of the entire tour! I almost forgot to mentiontheir Chiuaua. He was the cutest little dog ever. It would look as us with the most adorable eyes ever! They seemed to say "Please reach down and pet me.", but as soon as we would, he would snap at our hand! Such a vicious little shit!Oh, and my God, that tiny dog had the biggest fuckin' balls ever! Fuckin' huge! They were draggin' on the ground! It's now 42 minutes past midnight, and we're still driving. Even thought the road is about as shitty as the roads throughout Louisianna, I'm pretty sure we're still in Texas! This fuckin' state is so fuckin' large, it's rediculous! It's amazing how dark it get's out here. Being someone who lives in a major city, and who grew up in a highly populated suburb, it's hard to imaging what "dark" actually looks like! The only light I can see it the light from my cell phone screen, by which I'm writing, and the headlight. There are no other cars on this stretch of Highway 10. It feels really odd - like something from the Twilight Zone! There aren't even any visible stars - just about three different shades of pitch black in every direction. I am the only one that brought a book of CDs, so wee keep playing the same ones over and over again. At least they are good ones! The new Social Distortion just finished it's third consecutive full playing. Joe desided to change it up a little bit, so now we're listening to Mike Ness's Cheating At Solitaire. What a brilliant album! Damn, my ass hurts from sitting so long! I need to get out, run around the van for five minutes and have a cigarette. We're not allowed to smoke in the rental van, so I really look forward to the truck stops. At the last one, I bought a really cool bolo tie with a Long Horned Steer head on it. There were two things I really wanted to buy while I was in Texas: a new black felt cowboy hat, and a bolo tie! I'm set now! OK, it's now 1:07 am on Sunday morning, and it's about time for me to take overthe driving for the next 5 or 6 hours, so I'll write more when I wake up after my shift! -TG

March 25th, 05
CACTUS HUNTING
We're still in the van-making our way from Dallas to El Paso. We left 12 hours ago. My legs are falling asleep. The drive is long but at least the scenery is beautiful. We are driving on 10 West through a valley with huge mountains on either side of us. There are all kinds of cacti around, but we have yet to see the cool kind that are in all the old Tom & Jerry cartoons. I really want to see one of them. Maybe closer to El Paso. -TG

March 24th, 05
DALLAS, TX
On the road again. We're in the van leaving Austin, on our way to Dallas. I can't wait to see where Kennedy bit the dust! Last night we played at The Red Eye Fly, in Austin. The crowd was very receptive. It was a pleasure to perfor for another one-man band, Austin local, Steve-The Ghostwriter. We traded CDs at the end of the night and were rockin' out to it on the way back to Ben's house. (Man Steve is quite a harp player.) Speaking of Born To Lose, Wow!, what an amazing band! I can't believe these guys aren't signed! Every one of their songs is an anthem! We're listening to their CD right now-fuckin' amazing! Not only are they an incredable band, but they are incredable people as well! I can't begin to explain how nice they were to us. They gave the Tri-Fives their entire cut of their door payout! Who EVER does that? Simply amazing! The hospitality we've been shown has been second to none! Hey boys-Next time you're in Philly, you're stayin' with me! Hopefully I'll be able to treat you as well as you treated me! Austin fuckin' Rules! Billy and Joe keep hitting the curb when we make corners in the van. I'm afraid that they are gonna run over someone's toes. I think they are just doing it on purpose now, 'cause I keep bitching about it. I just hope one of thoese Southern cops don't see them do it. We still have barely enough money for gas, let alone bail! Tonight's show was the best of the entire tour. Dallas! Fuck yeah! Once again this show was chawl full of hard core bands, so it's wasn't exactly "our crowd", butI was received very well by all the kids and other bands. I feel really bad, because two girls-Hillery and Angel from the Weezly Wombats came to the show just to see me, and I had already gotten off stage by the time they got there! Sorry ladies! On our days off, the Tri-Fives and I were sitting around with acoustic guitars and were jamming out some of my songs. Tonight I joined them during their set and played "Born To Die Alone" together. That song has never sounded better- EVER! -TG

March 22nd, 05 12:22PM
AUSTIN, TX (MORE)
I hate the fuckin' waiting game! Apparently, the Born To Lose guys are hungover, and are resting up. They said they'd call Billy when they woke up and left the house. I'm just sitting in Jack In The Box, eating a Jumbo Jack, with my thumb up my ass. I'm so fuckin' bored. All there is to do is write in my diary! I wish we were in town a few days ago, because from what I've heard, the Austin Roller Derby team is amazing. I was looking through the Austin Cronicle and found out there are a lot more teams than I had originally thought. I already knew of the Hellcats, and the Holy Rollers, but just found out about 3 more teams-The Hustlers, The Hotrod Honeys, and The Honkeytonk Heartbreakers. HELL YEAH! I am so excitedfor Philly to get up to speed with the other leaguesaround the country! We are gonna fuck shit up! Hostile City Represent! Man, I'm boredNothing to do but sit and write!If I sit for too much longer, I'm gonna get warts on my ass!I'm down to less than $60. and everything I want to do costmoney. I'm just trying to figure outhow the Hell I can get my shit backhome without having to pay a shitload of additional money, like I had to on the way down! Oh My Lord! I love the way the girls down here talk. A lot of people don't, but I find it really sexy! What's wrong with me?

March 22nd, 05
AUSTIN, TX
We never got hold of Born To Lose last night, so we slept in the van again! We all stink pretty badly and could definitely use a shower. It is 6am and I am wide awake. I'd like to say that I have no idea why, but I do. I'm awake 'cause I had to piss really badly, and I was freezing cold, even in my leather jacket, so I opted to walk to the Jack In The Box and get some breakfast. The sun is coming up right now and it looks absolutely beautiful. OK A COUPLE HOURS LATER NOW. We are sitting ain an artsy-fartsy coffee shop. I ordered a Stewarts Black cherry soda, and a hot barista. I just got the soda, but I did get a smile. We're still waiting around for the guys in Born To Lose to call. Apparently they called at 1:30am last night, but Billy turned off his cell phone! We could have had a hot shower and at least afloor to sleep on. Damn, that front seat is far from comfortable! I don't understand why people turn their cell phones off. The only reason mine is ever turned off is on the Airplane and in the movie theater, but it's so rare that I'm ever in one of those situations that I'm almost always reachable. My dad is the same way-shutting off his phone! If he's nopt at work or home, I can't get hold of him! Ah shit what else can I write about... Well, the title track of the Tri-Five's new CD is "We Won't Back Down", so this is their We Won't Back Down Tour", but since every once of us has had bowel problems this past week, I've dubbed it the "We're All Backed Up Tour! The weather has been amazing (except for at night), not that you really care about that, but it makes me pretty happy! I feel like this is more of a vacation than a tour. It rained pretty hard when we first got to Austin. We ran one block from the van to a little taqueria for breakfast and when we allgot to the shelter oftheir porch, we all looked as if we jumped into one of the rivers. I'm sorry I'm jumping around a lot. I'm sure it might be a little confusing, but there are so many thing I want to write about. Last night I w- oops, I already wrote about last night, nevermind! Another thing that I've been noticing on the road is the different types of birds. I don't want to sound like a fuckin' hippy, talking about nature, but when you're sleeping in a van, and you wake up to bird calls that you're not use to hearing, it's a little strange. I wish I kept a tour diary on my previous tours. I'm sure there are a lot of stupid things that I've forgotten, like birds. We're only half way through the tour, but I already miss home. That's probably just 'cause I miss sleeping in a real bed. I miss my girl too, if you can actually call her "my" girl, but that's a whole other story. I can't wait to hold her again! I need to go to the store and get some postcards and a new pen. This one is just about done! I'll write more later. -George

March 21st, 05
NEW ORLEANS/ BLACK HALOS/ POOL/ ETC.
This is the first time I got to write since the second day I've been down South. I'm sitting in a Denny's in San Antonio, TX (This diary entry was written on the back of the reciept for my coffee!) Last night the Tri Fives and I played a show at a goth club with the Queers, The River City Rebels, and to my surprise, The Black Halos too! My Ex-Roomate Steve (from Kid Dynamite) gave me one of their CDs a few years ago, and I fuckin' fell in love with their sound, but there was no info about them at all on the inside of the CD packaging. As far as I knew, they could have been broken up! The only thing that totally sucked was that I totally missed their set. The show was set up similar to a Warped Tour, Ozzfest, or Lollapalooza type festival- several stages going at the same time. I was playing at the same time as The Halos. I don't think I'll ever get to see them! Oh well! The day before was super fun! We had a day off. Normally a day off on tour sucks, but this particular day off, we spent in New Orleans! Wow! What a fuckin' town! I started drinking at 11am and didn't stop until way past midnight! I'm not even much of a drinker, or at least I wasn't before I left for this tour! God Bless Lone Star Beer! Tonight, or rather today, was once again, a day off. We spent the day hanging out in Austin, TX. We were hoping to meet up with the Tri-Fives friends, Born To Lose and stay with them. They apparently just got off tour today, so they are probably either resting of fucking their girlfriends! Hell, that's what I'd be doing! (A FEW HOURS GO BY) As I'm writing this, I'm sitting in the van in a parking lot that we will most likely be spending the night in if Born To Lose doesn't get in touch with us soon. I just bought a new cowboy hat. Damn, I'm such a tourist! The only thing I'm missing is a Hawaiian shirt and a camera around my neck! After our day of shopping, we went to the Showdown Saloon where I met a guy named Andrew. We were playing pool for a while and then he invited me to enter a 9-ball tournament at another pool hall. It only cost $5. to enter, but the payout for first prize was like $500. or more. Since Mike from The Tri-Fives and Billy's girlfriend, Heather were both under age, and couldn't even hang out with us, they went back to the van to rest. I chose to do my own thing. I hopped in a car with a total stranger, (Andrew) and went with him to a pool hall called The Warehouse in the middle of no where!! (I know, really smart, George!) I played very well, but ultimately lost two games after winning 15 matches (OVER 30 GAMES) and didn't place in the tournament! I sure had a lot of fun though. I'm back in the van now, so obviously everything worked out and I'm safe. I can't wait 'til tomorrow's show. Good Night! -George

March 17th, 05
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY
I'm still in Sarasota, staying with Billy and his girlfriend, Heather, before the tour actually begins. We actually have a show tonight. We are playing at an Irish pub here in town. Yesterday kinda sucked. Billy had to work, and heather was at school all day, so I was stuck at their place all day, with their dog, Roufus. Nothing special happened: I watched a bunch of DVDs; School Of Rock, Simone, Men In Black 2, and Pirates of the Caribbean. I'm just about all movied out! Last night, when Billy got home from work, we went to some bar and shot pool. Some local guy that looked like he was hitting on someones grandma kept playing me. Every time when I beat him, he'd insist that I'm not playing by the right rules, so we'd play again. Each time, he'd tell me some other bullshit rule, and every time I'd beat him. It was really annoying. He just couldn't stand losing to some ugly toothless kid from the North. By Billy's account, I beat him 15 times. On the last game of the night, I flubbed the 8 ball-shooting it straight toward the pocket, but just leaving it there. I was so worried that this jackass wouldn't let us leave until he beat me. Whatever! He won the last game, so now he can go tell all his buddies how he kicked my ass all night long on the pool table, and how he's so cool. Some people take pool very seriously-too seriously. These people are generally the same people that beat up theis sons for not winning the school's big football game. Damn, I hate that shit! I just play for fun, and never for money! If I make a bet with someone, it's for a beer! Anyway, it's raining today. It's still warm out, but wet. I kinda wanted to go to the beach. Oh well. The show that we're supposed to play today is outside, so I don't know what's going on with that yet. I suppose I'm just going to watch some more DVD's. 'Til tomorrow, TG

March 15th, 05
FIRST DAY OF TOUR
Last night I was tieing up all my loose ends. For those of you who don't know, I own a silk screen printing company. That is something else that I do completely by myself. The last time I went on tour, I told all my customers that they would have to wait until I got back from tour for me to print their job, and I shut down the shop during the entire tour. Obviously, that didn't make a lot of people happy. This time I am still accepting jobs while I'm away, and my good friend, Fat Matt, is handling everything. I'm a little nervous leaving my shit in someone elses hands when I can't even supervise progress, but Matt fuckin' rules and I'm sure everything will be amazing. Anyway last night I didn't get to bed until 4am. I woke up this morning at 9am to get ready to hop on my flight. I got to the airport around 11:30am or so. My plane wasn't supposed to take off until 1:30pm, but I fly so seldom, I'm unfamiliar with the airport and their policies. It's a good thing I got there that early. I just made my plane. I had to deal with so much bullshit regarding my baggage. My drums and hardware were all packed in a foot locker with all my merch. The locker was too heavy, 84lbs! They charged me $80. to put it on the plane. That was half of the money I planned on having for the next two weeks. I sure as hell better sell some merch, or I'm not gonna be eating. One the plane, I had to sit next to some fuckin' dickhead that kept farting the whole time. It pretty much sucked! I met up with Billy Anti at the Tampa airport at 4:30pm and went to a bar. I hadn't eaten all day, so I got lunch/dinner -whatever you want to call it. I had Grilled Lemon Pepper Chicken with noodles, and beans. I cost mor than I should have spent, but by golly it was good. That was at the Press Box in Tampa, if any of you are hungry. After getting back to billy's place, we wen't back out to two different bars. The first, Paddy Wagon, which is an Irish pub, and Shakespears which is an English pub. I shot some pool and drank a bit and totally passed out. I was a tired little boy. (I am actually writing this entry on 3/16. It's 10:28am, and I'm signing off to greet this beautiful, tropical day! -TG

February 28th, 05
TICK TICK TICK RECORDS COMPILATION
David, from Tick Tick Tick Records contacted me about contributing tracks for his new compilation of Philadelphia bands. I just recorded two songs, and can't stop playing them over and over again. I'm so happy with the quality of the recording. It's weird-we recorded straight to the engineer's computer. I've never EVER recorded like that. I've always gone to tape. I've never had an easier time recording. I don't want to say I'm gonna abandon my analog roots, but I am most certainly more open minded to digital recording now. I recorded "Don't Fuck With Me" and a brand new song called "Train Wreck." This compilation is going to be amazing. In addition to the one-man band, the comp will also include some of Philadelphia's biggest names: Jukebox Zeros, The Minks, The Bad News Bats, Helen Back & The Str8 Razors, to name a few. Now for the pathetic part of the diary entry: It snowed very heavily today, and once again cabs were scarce. I wasn't able to use my skateboard to lug the equipment due to the snow, so I put it all on my sled. Luckily, I only had to drag the gear 9 blocks, as opposed to the 21 blocks that I pushed it to my last La Tazza show.

February 24th, 05
HEARTBREAK
It's so amazing how the absence of a friendly voice can make the difference between a good and miserable day. I suppose this is retrobution for not returning calls when we first dated. I miss you so much. -TG

February 19th, 05
SHOW/ VIDEO
Friday night's show was super fun. The place was packed! Fucking awesome! The bands were great too. My old friends Six-Gun Republic and The Blue Suede Bombers were sick as usual. I made some new frineds too; The Buzzards, and The Lone Sharks-both were terrific bands as well. I danced all night with two pretty little ladies. Damn, I love to dance! That doesn't make me gay, does it? For a packed night, the owner told me that he had no money for me! What the fuck! It figures! Sean, from The Blue Suede Bombers gave me some cash out of pocket, so I was able to get back home. I hate shady club owners! Why are there so many of them? Whatever!
Today I started filming the music video for "Born To Die Alone". It's gonna be great once it's done, but there is so much bullshit work just trying to get the shots just right.

Shit! I'm gonna pass out. I'm fucking tired good night! -TG

February 14th, 05
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
I have no girlfriend, but the girl I'm in love with is out of town, so my only VD date is an appointment at the free clinic, to piss in a cup and have some blood drawn. Should I bring flowers? -TG

February 13th, 05
LAST NIGHT'S SHOW
Last night was a mess! I called a cab to take me to my show. I was on hold for five minutes or so. When they finely picked up, they lady on the phone asked me what section of Philadelphia I live in. I naturally told her "South Philly." The lady said, "Sorry, we're closed. Please call back in an hour!" WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So anyway, with no ride and only 15 minutes to get there, I piled all of my equipment (except my amp) on my skateboard. I figured if I was out on the street, I could flag down a cab. NO DICE! I ended up wheeling my gear all the way to the show, at Front and Chestnut. That's fuckin' 21 blocks! Talk about ghetto! The stuff only toppled off once, when I decided it was probably safer to push the stuff down the sidewalk instead of down the side of the street. I hit a fuckin' crack in the sidewalk. So after that shit I just wheeled it the rest of the way in the street. Then I got to 2nd and Chestnut, which is paved in cobblestone! Even though it was an old school skateboard, with big-ass wheels, they weren't big enough to handle cobblestone. With only one block left to go, I chose the sidewalk, which was much smoother that that God awful street. The only problem with that section of the sidewalk is that along the way, there are two big grooves in the pavement, for water drainage I think. Getting over those was a bit of a pain in the ass, especially since I had to walk past a bunch of rich guidos, and thier slutty little girlfriends, waiting in line to get in some douche bag club on that same strip. They were just laughing at me. In retrospect, I'm sure it was pretty amusing, but it sure would have been nice if instead of heckling me, they could have helped me over those two little grooves. Yeah, like that would ever happen! I forgot to mention the fuckin' chickenhead that was following me, bugging me to let her bang my drum. It's no wonder why I fuckin' hate people so much. Anyway the show went well, once I got there. Full Blown Cherry was amazing, as always! Los Gordos Locos, which I think translates to "Crazy Fat Guys", was also a pretty damn good band! I think they must have lost weight or something, because they in no way resembled Sloppy Seconds! I danced all night long with my old dance partner/ex-girlfriend. I've definitely noticed that my endurance had risen since I cut back on the smoking. I usually could only dance one or two songs before getting tired. Anyway today is a beautiful day, so I'm going to go to the skatepark. -TG

February 12th, 05
POACHED WAITRESS!
I went to the Broad Street Diner with my room mate, Alex, after a couple beers at the bar. Yummy! The dumb-ass waitress not only didn't know what poached eggs were, but in her sheltered life, she had never even heard of them before.
Waitress: "How do you want your eggs?"
Alex: "Poached."
Waitress: "Scrambled?"
Alex: "No, poached."
Waitress: "I never heard of that before. I don't think we can do that here."
Me: "Tell you what, just write 'poached eggs' on the ticket, and we'll just see what comes back! It'll be like a big surprise for us all!"

Alex got her poached eggs, the waitress got a nice tip, and everyone left happy. -TG

February 4th, 05
QUITTING SMOKING , AND GOING NUTS!!
OK! It's 2:47pm and I am totally going nuts! I haven't had a cigarette since 8pm yesterday. Ahhhh!

9:43pm, The twitching got to be more than I could handle. I had half a cigarette. Not giving up. Just needed to calm the fuck down. It didn't really work. I have eaten more candy than I have in a long ass time and I think I'm gonna be sick. -TG

February 3rd, 05
NEW RECORD, VIDEO, & BAND!!
OK! Where do I begin? I haven't written anything in almost a month. It's not because I've been lazy. It's been because I've had so much shit on my plate lately. So what's going on in Georgeland? Well, for starters, though I haven't yet signed any contract, I will be recording a new solo album with @ntidote Records, from Colorado. I am very excited to be working with them. The title for the album is not yet set in stone, but will most likely be something like "Toothless George & Friends", which is what I'm gonna call it until I figure out a better title. Instead of recording the entire album as the one-man band, I will be having several of my friends' bands backing me up. One band for each song. Then you can all hear how my country and rockabilly songs are supposed to sound. Some of the bands that I will be recording with include, Cisco Jeeters, Gas Money, and Six-gun Republic, as well as some heavy hitters, that I plan to keep secret until it happens, so as not to jinx it.

I went into the studio last weekend and recorded two songs as the one man band; "Born To Die Alone", and an new song that I am very proud of, called, "I'm Leavin' Today". I will be mixing both of those songs this coming Monday.

The reason for recording the songs is not for a new CD, or even compilation tracks, but for something I've never done before, and quite honestly, something I never thought I'd ever do-shoot a music video! That's right your favorite toothless friend is shooting a video! Damn, that sounds weird just saying it! I am currently going over the storyboards with the director, and will begin shooting in the next couple weeks. The video will be for "Born To Die Alone". When it is completed I will probably just put it on this site. It might be added to a enhanced CD of my new record on @ntidote, but I haven't even discussed that with them yet. I guess we'll just have to see how it turns out first.

In addition to all this other bullshit that I am doing, I am also starting a new full time band. We are called The Poison Hearts. Matt Fester, from my old band,The Bedrockers, is back with me on drums. I am on bass guitar, and Rick Camaro, formerly of The Union Dead, it killin' it on the guitar. We are still looking for a fourth and final member, an organ or piano player to be specific. We have chosen to go that route instead of having a second guitarist, because we feel like it will totally round out the sound a lot better that another guitarist ever could. If you are a rocknroll key player, or know someone that can play their ass off, please contact me. This band is so fuckin rocknroll it hurts!

Finally, I quit smoking about two hours ago, and it fuckin' sucks. I was enjoying a coffee and a cigarette at my favorite cafe, and overheard a woman saying that her father died at age 36 from a heart attack. She mentioned that he was a heavy smoker and it definitely contributed to his death. I am going to be 30 in June. I know it is all in my mind, but this birthday is kinda a big deal for me. Every day I count another gray hair, and it's been bothering me a bit. 36 is not really too far away. I don't think I want to die in six years, so I've given it up. Please wish me luck. I have a feeling I'm gonna need it! Damn, I'm Jonesin' so hard, and it's only been two fuckin' hours! Ahhhh! -TG

January 8th, 05
WHOA!!
Barbie is juicy! -TG

January 1st, 05
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Ok, so I've never ever been able to keep new year's resolutions, so this year I made it really easy: I made a resolution to finish off the entire bottle of champagne by myself, since I didn't have anyone to celebrate with (a.k.a. make-out with!) I'd like to say that I was in rare form, but recently it's been becoming the norm. Just think-I used to be a Straight Edge kid when I was younger! The only time before this that I ever kept a new year's resolution was about five years ago or so. My girlfriend at the time made me make the resolution not to eat McDonald's for a year. We ended up breaking up that year, but I kept up that resolution for the remainder of the year anyway. I just ate Burger King, and Wendy's instead. That's probably cheating, but the resolution was McDonald's only, not fast food! I'm such a junk food fanatic. Anyway back to the champagne... The whole bottle gone whoo hoo! Back in October, I took my dad to a punk rock kereoke night at The Pontiac Grille. A little background one that: My dad love's kereoke. He actually used to own a kereoke company called Starmaker Productions. I have always hated kereoke. He always was trying to get me to come to kereoke with him. One night he actually got me to go. I told him then that I was going to get him back. If I ever found a punk rock kereoke night, I was taking him. Well I found one! My friends Fatt Matt, Chubb Rock, and Butters started a punk rock cover band, but didn't get a singer, so they do it kereoke style. People from the audience sign up and sing with the live band. It's really a great idea and super fun! Anyway I sent my dad and MP3 of one of the songs the band knew and gave him the lyrics. Before we went down to the Pontiac he practiced the song with me accompanying him on guitar. I helped him with the parts he had trouble with and got him ready. When we got there, he signed himself up, "Toothless Dad - I Turned Into A Martian/The Misfits." Don't you know he won first place that night! One of his prizes was a $50. gift certificate to my favorite bar, Tattooed Mom. Since he never makes it to Philly, he gave me the gift certificate for Christmas! All I wanted for Christmas was my two front teeth, but I suppose I'll settle for booze! I spent the $50. last night! I suppose this entry is a bit long winded but I don't give a fuck! It's about 8:16pm right now and my headache is finely gone! God damn Mummers making a racket so early in the morning! Don't they know that most of the city is hungover, and doesn't care about their stupid parade anyway. I think I'm gonna go get a beer from the fridge! Good night, and Happy New Year! -TG

December 12th, 04
DICKS AND BOOBIES!
Ok, so tonight I played a show at La Tazza, here in Philly. There was a guy there, named Ben Edwards. He sings and plays guitar for a lounge band that plays all Misfits covers, called The Ben Edwards Trio. Every time he comes to see me play, he stands right up front with his dick hanging out. I don't know what his deal is, 'cause I'm pretty sure he's straight, and it's not like his cock is an 8th wonder of the world, or anything. Anyway, I called him on it tonight! I stopped in the middle of whatever song I was playing, and announced to the entire club his name, what band he's in, and what he just showed me! I think I successfully embarrassed him! Now, maybe he won't do it anymore! Anyway, two lovely ladies from London felt bad that I had that disturbing image stuck in my head, so they both came right up front and show me some boobies-nice boobies, not like the ones mentioned in my last diary entry! I like boobies! I really do! So thanks to them, I won't have nightmares about Ben's penis, dancing around my head like a sugarplum fairy! Time to go to bed and dream about big, bouncing, beautiful breastages! To quote The Bloodhound Gang: "Hooray For Boobies!" Good Night! -TG

December 10th, 04
TOOTHLESS GEORGE DRUNKEN MESSAGE!
ok so I tried to call you just a second ago cause im really loaded, like really! and i promised to give you a drunken message since you always leave me the best drunken messages! . but i just got the busy signal. i'm so disappointed. anyway, i met up with some friends at this totally horible afterhours bar that has ultra skanky strippers. ehk! i may have tol=d you about this place already but if i havent her goes the girls there are over weight thats not to say that they are a little chubby. that means that they are full on plump and round! one girls is even prego-like 6 months. saggy boobs everywhere, oh and rotten teeth. now i know i'm not one to talk about fucked up teeth but mine didnt rot the fuck out of my skull so i think i can talk about this without calling the kettle black. this one chicky-poo oh my god-you'd think she was opperating a fuckin meth lab out of her mouth. i can understand teeth being a little yellowed i'm a smoker so i understand that but fucking black? what the fuck it's like that gag chewing gum you get at spencers. Fuckin-A! did i mention saggy boobs blah. holy shit we're talking about tuckin' nipples in front pockets! geez! I don't wanna sound full of myself but i think i'm a good enough guy that i shouldnt have to PAY to see titties so I fell really ripped off when these girls want tips. I'll pay you to put it away! anyway after that I hitched a ride to the diner and got a sangwhich and a coffee then the waitresses invited us to go to some party, so we went and I got drunker and drunker. and now i'm drunk. i forget what i was saying shit. well anyways the beers at the afterhours place were expensive so i just stuk to jose cuarvo. i figured since they were smaller than a beer theyd be less money but when i cashed out i owed$46. bucks fo an hour of dinking. what the fuck i don't drink that much - do i? anyway i'm drunk. did i mention that i'm drunk? so i hopped in a cab with Richy and I got home. The only problem is that I forgot about my car. I can't remember if it's at the diner or at the stip club. I know it's not at Tattooed Mom's cause I remember driving back from theer ...wait that was last night. fuck. anyway. call me tomorrow but not before the ass crack of noon cause I have a feeling i'm not gonna wayk up all bright eyed and bussy tailed. Please remind me that I need to go find my car, cause I can't afford another ticket. ok time to pass outnow. g'nite.

November 26th, 04
TOOTHLESS GEORGE BARRED FROM
EMERGENZA MUSIC FESTIVAL!
There is nothing I hate more than when people don't take me seriously. I got an email from the Emergenza Musical Festival that said they wanted to book my band. I filled out their stupid little registration form and sent it in. I just got a phone call from them that said they wanted to set up an interview with my whole band. I then told the lady that it was just me. She said that they festival wasn't for solo artists. I told her that I wasn't a solo artist, I am a BAND! She wasn't havin' it. She said there has to be at least 3 people in a band to participate. I was thinking about asking my two room mates to play a wooden block, and an egg shaker with me-Just so I could be in the festival, but I figure it would be more fun to talk shit on them instead! Those fuckin' fuck-fucks are just scared that I'll make all the other bands look like shit! Let the boycott begin! -TG

November 21st, 04
DEAD MILKMEN REUNION SHOW!
My friend, Billy from Anti-Anti, flew into town from Florida, for the weekend to see the Dead Milkmen reunion show with his new band, The Tri-Fives. (They will be linked to this site soon.) Anyway they totally surprised me with an extra ticket to the sold out show! It was an amazing show! They started the show with Punk Rock Girl. Joe forgot the words, but it didn't matter 'cause the whole audience was singing along. It seems like everyone was coming out of the woodwork for this show-my other friend Barbie, from The Whoa-Babies, drove down from Long Island, just for the night. I feel like such a jerk; I didn't even recognize her with her hot new haircut. Anyway it was a wonderful time, spent with good friends. Nothing exciting to tell. Maybe next time! -TG

November 16th, 04
TOOFLESS GEORG KANT SPEL!
My gud freind wuz brakeing my baws tonit about awe ov the misspellings throughwout the websight, so just fer her, I yoused the spell cheker on this paige, cuz the wherld akchually duz revallv around her! Just kidding. Have fun in London! Don't worry about your cats! They'll be safe withe me! -TG

November 13th, 04
STABBING & KNIFE FIGHT AT DEL. SHOW!
OK, so you want to hear about my crazy night? I thought so! My friend Paul, the Satanic Mechanic, was going to help me put a new fuel pump in my car yesterday morning, but since it rained, we nixed that idea. Anyway, I had to take the train to the show last night. First of all, I hate taking the train anyway but last night was particularly sketchy: There was some sort of argument in the back of the car I was in and it escalated until someone got stabbed. There was fuckin' blood everywhere. The conductor stopped the train, and the cops boarded. They began questioning everyone in that car. "Did you see what happened?" and "Are you hurt?" God damn it! It seams like everyone on that train had something to say about the incident. I guess that they didn't realize that the more they said the longer the train would be stopped! What should have been a 45 minute train ride from Philadelphia to Wilmington, DE turned into about an hour and 45 minutes! Bill from Say-Ten Records picked me up at the station and drove me to the show. I was so late that as soon as I walked through the door of the club, I was ushered right onto stage, without even getting a drink. Because All I could bring with me was my guitar and a duffle bag of my harmonicas, and shirts and CDs, I used the house drum kit which means I used a bass drum and hi-hat, instead of the normal bass, and snare. They didn't want me to hit the snare with a kick pedal -oh well. The show was fun none the less. There was a whole shitload of separate fights at that show. A knife was wrestled awayfrom one brawler after he atempted to slash another show-goer! I crashed at Bill's house and woke up to a pit bull trying to hump my head. I can't wait to see what the rest of the weekend has to offer me! -TG

October 28th, 04
HALLOWEEN!
There is really nothing interesting to say right now. I'm playing at The Phoenixville YMCA on November 6th, which should be fun. Halloween is coming up, and I have absolutely no plans whatsoever. I was thinking about dressing up like Optimus Prime (from The Transformers) but I don't feel like walking around in a cardboard box.-TG

October 12th, 03
BEDROCKERS LAST SHOW!
Today was the first day that I haven't been a part of a band in over two years. The six year saga that was The Bedrockers has now come to the end of the final chapter. Reflecting back on my years with The Bedrockers brings warm feelings to my heart. Though there were hard times, as there always are, most of my memories are pleasant. When I think of The Bedrockers, I think not so much about the music, but of the people whom we met along the way. The people that have brought a smile to our face, the people that have enriched our lives, and the people that we will forever consider our friends. I would rather not mention anyone, than write a list and forget someone. Our friends know who they are, and if they ever forget what they mean to us, we'll just have to remind them again. Our friends ARE The Bedrockers!

A few people told me that I should write something in this diary about last night's show. They should know better! Shows like last night's only come around every once in a great while and it's always something really special when they do! There is no way in Hell that I would not write about it! So, here goes...

Let me first state that we couldn't have hoped for a better last show! A lot of kids asked us why, being a Philly band, we did not play our last show in Philadelphia. We have always had a hard time getting on descent All Ages shows in Philly and we did not want our last show to be 21+. They ALWAYS suck! We have a much better time playing for the kids because they still give a shit! Even though a bunch of underage kids do drink, they have not yet lost the passion for the scene. Most of the 21+ crowd just sit back and talk about the way it was when they were young and how much it sucks now! I think the reason it sucks so much for them now is because they are content going to the same bar every night and spending their rent money on one more beer instead of supporting up and coming bands! From what I could tell from our show last night, the punk rock scene is stronger and more alive now than it has ever been! For me punk rock is and has always been about friends, about having fun, and about not letting anybody else get in your way of the pursuit of either! I saw all of those elements last night! What more do you need? Politics? Fuck politics! The only thing politics create is drama and disarray!

There is no better feeling than playing a show to a packed room unless the entire room is singing along to all the words with you. Words that meant enough to you to write them down in the first place. When you see that your words and your music mean so much to that many people, there is no better feeling! I have been all over the country, played thousands of shows, in several bands since the late '80s, and have never had a better feeling than last night.

The Bedrockers are done, but it is my hope that we may have sparked a desire in a few of you to start a new band yourself and pick up where we have left off. We are passing along the punk rock torch to the next generation of kids and trust in them to keep the flame lit. We have written our place in the history of punk. You are the future! Thank you! It's been a blast! -GH

(L to R) Matt Fester, Ed Rocker, George Halflings, Brian Prozac

October 10th, 03
MORE FUCKED UP TEETH!
Last night I got drunk with my new room mate, tom, and a bunch of our friends. We we boxing in the living room. Tom has two pair of boxing gloves so what the hell! Anyway, I was sparring with my friend Sweet Bobby and he got me with a really good uppercut. I slammed my upper and lower teeth together and chipped two more teeth. That's the price of having fun, I guess! I called up the dentist today and they said I had to wait 'til Monday to schedule an emergency appointment! Monday! I have to wait three days to schedule an "Emergency" appointment! How fucked up is that? Bobby got it just as bad as I did, so I'm not whining about it. Just felt like sharing. His jaw is wreaked! He's gonna feel that for about a week! Fun! Fun! Fun! Anyway, I'll see you all at tomorrow's show! -GH

October 5th, 03
KEG PARTY!
I suppose I should write something about the show/keg party last night, but I'm too hung over! I'll get to it in a little bit! -GH

OK, I had time to work off my hangover. So you want the scoop on the party? On Tuesday, the movie company that was supposed to show up and film for their new movie called me up and told me they would not be able to make it. Apparently their tractor-trailer jack knifed and they couldn't get their equipment there. That actually wasn't really a big problem. We don't really need a film crew to have a good time. The problem was that they were supposed to be supplying the beer and the pudding for the pudding wrestling. I had to figure out how the hell we were going to get money for the night. I went into overdrive! We did get the beer money so the party went on. We couldn't find enough pudding for the event so we got ketchup instead! Whoo hoo! The Dusters went on first. It was their first show. We went on second. There were a bunch of kids jumping up on the stage and helped sing along! It was super cool! I always have thought it's really cool when kids sing along. It just makes it more fun for everyone as far as I'm concerned! Omegalord played right after us! During the middle of their set the cops came and broke up the party. The fuckin cops got on the mic and told everyone to get out-that the party was over, then those fuckin' assholes smashed two of our microphones in half. Bad Luck 13 didn't even get to play before the cops got there! Imagine that-this time the cops fucked shit up-not Bad Luck! It kinda sucked. I was really looking forward to seeing them. I was talking to Laura Lee from Bad Luck 13 and she was saying that she was really disappointed that they didn't get to play. She said she actually had butterflies before the show and how she hasn't had that feeling in a really long time. I haven't either. God, I miss that feeling! I will see you all at the YMCA on Saturday. I'm really looking forward to that show. I'm sure I'm going to have the butterflies before that show. I'm going to bed. Good night. -GH

October 3rd, 03
REHERSAL!
Tonight we had our first practice session since our disastrous tour. It's been over a month of not playing together. I can't remember having this much fun at band practice. It was just awesome to play with my best friends again. We are all looking forward to our last two shows! Shit is going to be absolutely crazy! Tomorrow night is the big ass keg party! Hope you can all make it out! We're all getting loaded! I ain't foolin' y'all! -GH

September 25th, 03
THE TOASTERS!
I went out tonight to pass out flyers for the Keg party on October 4th. One of my stops was the Pontiac Grille. I think I probably stayed there a little too long because I missed the rest of the stops on my round, but I'm glad I did! I just witnessed the best show I've seen in at least 10 years! The Toasters from NYC! The true kings of American Ska! I know a lot of Bedrocker's fans are not big ska fans, which is to be understood considering all the "ska-core" crap that has been polluting the scene in recent years, but The Toasters are an amazing band and I truly feel that you are really missing out on something special if you don't check them out! Don't get me wrong, I've seen a shitload of amazing shows like AFI a few months ago or the Kid Dynamite reunion shows, but as good as they were they can not compare to the show I saw tonight. I had a smile on my face during the entire set and to top that off I was actually dancing! It takes a lot to get me to dance at a show! Tonight was their first night of their tour and they were playing like it was their last! Truly an amazing performance!
A little side note: I met Ruby, their singer up at the Asbury Park Warped Tour. He was walking around wearing a sign board selling Toasters CDs and I was walking around with a cardboard sign as well (see our photos page) we both had quite a laugh with each other. They are some of the nicest guys I've ever met and arguably the best musicians ever! Props to The Toasters! -GH

September 17th, 03
THANK YOU!
I just want to thank everyone who has signed our guestbook since the news of our break up. Thank you for all of your kind words. It really means a lot to us. At times we often wondered if people actually gave a shit about us since we had such a rough time this past year. Now we are certain they do. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts! -GH

September 15th, 03
BEDROCKERS BREAKING UP!
After six years, four vans, and countless cases of Pabst Blue Ribbon, the Bedrockers are calling it quits! This is not a joke. We kind of wish it were, but everything must come to an end. We have reached the end of our road. Ed is ready to settle down and is no longer willing to tour. Since we will not be touring, Say Ten Records has revoked their decision to release our full length album. Matt, Brian, and I will continue playing the same punk rock you have come to expect from us, we will just be doing it under a different name. Ed is the only original member of the Bedrockers, and though we all feel that we have put just as much into the band there has always been a feeling that it was Ed's band. Out of respect, we have decided to chose a different name for our future project. We are all very disappointed, but see this as an opportunity to start something even better! I don't really have too much more to say now, but I will continue to keep you up to date with any new developments as they happen! In the mean time please check out our shows page. We have three more shows that we will be playing and hope you all can come out. Thank you for your continued support over the past six years. -GH

August 28th, 03
TOUR VAN CATCHES FIRE!
Whether or not you believe in God, I'm sure you will all agree that someone, somewhere, really does not want The Bedrockers to tour. Tonight Ed came down to my house to see if he could get the "Ram Rod" running so that we could swap the engine out of it to put in the "Antivan". Everything looked good. We were leaking a little coolant, but we figured if temperature gage went up, we'd just fill up the radiator again. We got it running and started to make our way down to Delaware to the other van. On the way, the van stalled and I pulled off the side of I-95. I noticed what I thought was steam coming off the engine. I thought the engine just over heated. No big deal. I got out of the van to raise the hood and let the "steam" vent off and expedite the engine cooling off. That's when I noticed the flames in the engine compartment! No fire extinguisher to be found anywhere! We had emptied contents out of the van several months before. I sat on the side of the highway as I watched the 20 foot toxic flames completely consume the entire vehicle! Traffic was stopped for about an hour while firefighters battled the inferno. A very sad day for the Bedrocker family. So needless to say, we won't be able to swap engines now! (That is Van #4 down the crapper!)
If anyone knows where we can find a 318 ci. Dodge/Chrysler engine or if you have one for sale, please contact us. Someone up above might not want us to tour and may try to stop every chance he/she gets, but we refuse to give up! Viva La Bedrockers! GH

IN LOVING MEMORY OF THE "RAM ROD" MAY SHE REST IN PEACE! 1986-2003

A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE "RAM ROD": 1986 . Rolls off the assembly line. 1989 . Ed & George's father bought van. 1989-1993 . Several family trips including a few all the way to Florida. (Ed & George fought the whole way) 1994 . Father loans van to George to use for his new band, The Halflings. (never to get it back again) 1995-1996 . The Halflings take van on three continental U.S. tours. Hitting every State except Washington and Oregon 3 times. 1997 . Kid Dynamite uses van for first few shows. Strychnine Babies use van for 2 shows. 1998-1999 . Collects rust. 2000 . Fuck Bomb uses van for 2 shows. George uses van to make deliveries for his silk screen company. 2001 . The Bedrockers give van gets nick-name "Ram Rod" in Denny's Parking lot in Johnstown, PA 2001-2002 . The Bedrockers take "Ram Rod" on several trips out to Columbus, OH before getting title to Chevy van. 2003 . (8:30pm) Went out in a Blaze of Glory!

August 16th, 03
BAND ILLNESS-SHOW CANCELLED!
Last night we were supposed to play at Rex's in West Chester, PA. We all showed up on time and were ready to start loading in our amps and other shit when all of a sudden Brian got sick in the parking lot. We attribute that to the nasty pizza from the parlor next door to the club. Brian left to go home, which was the best decision considering his current state. We were thinking of going on anyway as a three-piece but all of the amp heads were in Brian's car. (We took separate cars again 'cause the van is still fucked!) I think it's better that we didn't do it without him. It just wouldn't have been as good as it should be. I want to apologize to all of the kids that came to see us. We'll make it up to you-we promise! In the meantime I'm pretty sure that last night's show was the last show of the tour. There is no way in Hell we are going to drive down to Florida in three cars-especially the way the rest of the tour went. I think it's best that we cut our losses, come home to regroup, and plan a better tour! We can chalk this tour up to "paying our dues!" Hopefully there won't be too much more to pay! We're broke! We are going to take a month off from playing shows to write some new songs for our upcoming full length album on Say-Ten Records. That is to say that we are not going to be seeking shows out. If we are asked to play a show here and there we probably will, but we are not going to be playing a lot. We won't be away from the game for too long, and I'll do my best to keep you all up to date with any new developments! Thank you to all of our old friends who have stood by us since the beginning, to our new friends that we met along the way, and to the friends that we have yet to meet! It is for you that we do this thing we like to call The Bedrockers! -GH

August 13th, 03
VAN UPDATE!
After Ed replaced the water pump, he performed a compression test on the engine and determined that the block was cracked! For those of you that don't know the mechanics of an internal combustion engine-that basically means that the engine is fucked! When we have time, Ed is going to come over to my place to check out the engine in the Ram Rod. I have a feeling that engine is also shot but it's worth looking into. If it is good, we'll be able to meet up with Anti-Anti in Florida and finish out the tour. If not, who knows? Knock on wood and keep your fingers crossed. -GH

August 11th, 03
BROTHERS PSYCHICLY CONNECTED!
This entry has nothing to do with the tour I just really think it's a crazy story and thought you all might be interested. Back in 2000, I was playing drums in a band called Fuck Bomb. I went into the music store to buy a new set of drum sticks and impulse bought a black Epiphone 335 Dot hollow-body guitar. (Most people impulse buy little things-Not Me!) The interesting part of the story is that on the exact same day, when Ed was still living in Columbus, OH- without talking to each other, he bought the exact same guitar! Color and everything! How's that for some brotherly mojo? The back up guitar that Ed has on stage when we play is actually mine! It's really weird! When Ed and I were younger, he and I pretty much hated each other! Now we're best of friends, and are finding that though we still have many differences, we're more alike than either of us care to admit! -GH

August 10th, 03
ASBURY PARK WARPED TOUR!
Ed didn't get a chance to fix the van the other day so we took two cars up to the Asbury Park Warped Tour. Another day of fun for all of us. I was standing around with a sign that read "BAND ON TOUR! VAN BROKE DOWN! PLEASE HELP!" We made enough money from that to buy a new water pump. Let's just cross our fingers and pray that the water pump is the only thing wrong with it! I just made up a new Bedrockers Award. This one is for "Best Tour Van". That award goes to The Phenonenauts from Oakland, CA. I'm not even going to describe it for you-you just have to check out their site and see for yourself! It is pretty amazing! They are a damn good band too! We left the Warped Tour early to head to New York City to play a show up at The Continental. We recorded the set to CD straight off the sound board and it sounds really good! We'll probably put that up on our Password Protected page in the future for all of our fans that bought the "Suck Knob" CD-to hold you over until the new album is released! The Continental is where we all surprised Ed for his birthday! Nothing was said all day and he thought we all forgot him! Hell No! We all got pretty ripped that night! Matt was hanging out the car with the door open, yelling at people on the way home! Man that guy can throw 'em back! Thanks to Heidi, our bartender. She made our visit extra special! We'll see you all in Philly tomorrow night at Club 218! It'll be nice to be back home! -GH

August 9th, 03
VAN TROUBLES-SHOWS CANCELLED!
Son of a bitch! Today we were supposed to play at the Warped Tour in NYC during the day and a night show at The Pussycat Lounge, but the water pump in The Antivan (*see diary entry for 7/24/03) busted on the way up, so we had to cancel! I was really looking forward to that night show. The Pussycat Lounge is a strip club (if you couldn't tell from the name) and they were holding a wet T-shirt contest right before we went on. Like I said yesterday, we loves us some titties! Damn it! Tomorrow we're driving to the Asbury Park Warped Tour and a night show at The Continental in NYC in a car! Hopefully we can borrow equipment when we get there, cause it wont fit in the car with all of us! I'm going to drink myself to sleep now! -GH

P.S. Tomorrow is Ed's birthday! Be sure to give him "birthday punches!" (He turns 50! Ha!)

August 8th, 03
PHILADELPHIA WARPED TOUR!
Thanks to everyone that came to support us at the Warped Tour today. We had tons-O-fun! I think we were the only band there that didn't have a tent over our merch table. I'm not sure about the other guys, but I've got sunburn really bad. Thank you to the two girls that were showing their tits for dollar bills at our booth. We made almost as much money from you as we did selling our merch. I feel like such an asshole for forgetting your names, but hope you enjoy the free CDs and shirts. To those of you that were not there, we didn't ask them to do it-they volunteered, so don't think we're any more creepy than any other guy! We loves us some titties! Ahhh... Finely reaping the benefits of being in a rock-n-roll band! Now all we need is a good drug habit to round out the package! Thanks also to the cute girl working at the concession stand for sneaking us food! You rule! It was a long day and I'm bushed! Good night! -GH

August 1st, 03
MORE VEHICLE PROBLEMS!
Last night we drove up to Club Culture in upstate New York only to find that the show had been canceled due to promoter error. The promoter was super cool about the situation. He paid us gas money out of pocket and even offered us the floor of the club to crash. The floor would have much better than where we did crash. On the way back home, only about and hour away from comfortable beds and tons of food, one of the brand new tires on Anti-Anti's trailer ripped to shreds. Of coarse there was no spare! Some of the guys went off in our van to get a new tire while the rest of us waited by Anti-Anti's Suburban and trailer, guarding it with baseball bats. We couldn't get a tire that late at night so we had to sleep in the vehicles again. Now I've got a stiffy! My neck that is! -G. Halflings

July 27th, 03
ROCK STAR TREATMENT-CLEVELAND OHIO!
The first really good show of the tour. The other shows were good, but this one was really good! We played at a place called Peabody's in Cleveland, Oh. Matt & Phillip from Teen Idols were telling me about it last night. I think it's much better than they described it. I'm not even going to try to describe it because you still won't get it! Anti-Anti and us combined all of our equipment so we had 2 full stacks of speaker cabinets on Brian's side of the stage, and 3 full stacks on Ed and my side of the stage. Damn that looked good! All we needed to complete the look is a pair of spandex pants and pyrotechnics! Hail Satan! Rock N Roll! Matt, the promoter at Peabody's and the entire staff treated us like kings. We got the VIP room. That was nice. I like to be supportive of bands we play with, but during an all day show with 23 bands, it's nice to get a little peace & quiet. We got fed! We got paid without an argument. We left happy!
-GH

July 26th, 03
BEDROCKERS CRASH TEEN IDOLS SHOW!
We originally had a day off, so we went to hang out with our friends in Columbus, OH. We found out that the Teen Idols were playing at Bernie's so we all headed down there. Apparently one of the bands on the bill dropped off at the last minute so we actually got to jump on the bill. We only played four songs but everyone seamed really happy with our unannounced appearance. I know we certainly had fun! I've been itchin' to buy a Rickenbacher bass for a long time now but never have enough money. I got to play Heather's Ric bass tonight! God Damn! That sounds good! Does anyone want to buy a kidney from me? -GH

July 24th, 03
BEDROCKERS GET NEW VAN!
Another show getting ripped off by the promoters. I think we need to start breaking out those baseball bats we brought with us! We played with Johnny 3 who will remain good friends for a long time. One of their girlfriends was house sitting/ baby-sitting a 17 year old girl and we all crashed at her house. No parents and a baby-sitter to make sure a 17 year old girl doesn't get into any trouble in a $300,000. home! All was good. We were very respectful of her home and I don't think there was any sign that we were even there when we left. The other really good thing about this particular day is that we got a new van! The main problem with the last van we ha