So I know its been a while since I’ve blogged and that collectively the band hasn’t been as good about blogging on the second half of the tour. The truth is that it is difficult to come up with creative blogs when we’re coming back to the same places and at the end of the day blogging is the last thing I want to do. We don’t have it that easy. It is true that we all ride in seperate limo’s and ask for rediculous favors like drinking Cambodian breast milk at 3 in the morning. But being a rock star isn’t all about decadence and luxury. Sometimes we have to rought it up. This last week found me sleeping on a couch 5 out of 7 nights. The other two nights found me sleeping on cashmeire sheets, with a goose-down comforter, and a chin-chila pillow, but that doesn’t mean much to me. I prefer silk sheets, a duck-feather comforter, and a pillow made of nutria (go to www.nutria.com to learn about the adorable little animals). I’m kidding, but seriously. The low blog post output is a direct reflection of our busy scheduales and our limited interaction with one another (I don’t see Dave or Misha until seconds before we take the stage. JK!, LOL, MDC, MPM, DLS). We will overcome this dry spell and create blogs that you never thought were possible. In the words of my hero Phil Collins “I can hear it calling in the air tonight, hold on. And I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life.”

We are in Middlebury, VT tonight. If I had to make a list of my 20 favorite movies of all time, Super Troopers would surely be on that list. It’s not top 5, nor is it top 10, but it is solidly among the top 20 movies I’ve ever seen in my life, in terms of pretty much everything. Not a day goes by that I don’t somehow, subliminally reference it, and the same can be said of my bandmates.

Which is my way of Segwaying into the fact that I GOT FUCKING PULLED OVER AGAIN BY THE VERMONT HIGHWAY PATROL, this time for going 38 MPH on a state highway that was apparently marked 25. Long story short, I had the Speechwriter werewithal to rip off my fake moustache before Officer Whatsisnuts had the chance to shine his Mag Lite into my eyes and fucking breathalyze me, and I ultimately got off with a warning, which should be its own reward, but JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, I’ve been behind the wheel for approximately eight hours while in Vermont this tour, and I’ve so far been pulled over twice, in paramilitary operations involving no fewer than five squad cars, and, to be perfectly honest, I’m starting to take it personally.

But that’s part of being on the road, I guess. Middlebury proper has been amazing to us – no shortage of beyond-friendly undergrads leading us from party to party and letting us sleep on their futons, as well as tacitly ravage their iTunes for energy and listening material. (I got an iPod Shuffle at the beginning of this tour and it’s been pretty much the greatest thing on Earth – every three or four days I’ve been able to reload it with albums I’ve been meaning to listen to forever – it’s pretty much the single best piece of technology ever manufactured.)

Anyways, here we are. It’s insanely late, so I’m going to call it a night. But know that we love you.

i’m composing this post on nitzan’s behalf by using the wireless capabilities and built in browser of our psp. this is both very cool and profoundly weird. we are spending the night apart – as has become the norm in beantown -and i hope that wherever they lay their head and wherever you lay yours on this cold, clear night, that we are the stronger now that dave has finally played a show while sporting a fake mustache.