The Ballad of Johnny Utah

I found a copy of Point Break on VHS under the TV on the bus last night. It went well.

















I'm in Malmo today. Day off. Sunday. Sunny.

I had to break out the Redondo Beach flops. They really are the Cadillac of footwear.















It was a nice day spent mostly wandering by myself. The last time I was here it was cold and rainy, also a Sunday, but quite miserable. I had a good day.















It would appear that Axl Rose did not. I'm not quite sure what he has done to piss off the Swedes, but man has he done it.















I was wandering through one of the few, overpriced clothing stores in downtown Malmo this afternoon. One of these American punk-ish wear stores that sells Levi's for $300 and anything with stripes on it for a heafty mark-up had this poster by the cash register. It's an ad for some terrible 'punk aesthetic' clothing line, and that's my friend Daniel playing the young scofflaw. I wondered what that guy was up to.
















Tomorrow is day one of the 3-day Accelerator Festival. Previous years I've seen Mogwai, Yo La Tengo, Bonnie 'Prince' Billy, The Warlocks and a bunch of other great bands. Should be interesting, if nothing else.


50 year storm. Be prepared.

Lucas Vs. The Volcano

Man. It was hot yesterday.

We did this free outdoor festival in this massive park just outside of Bonn. The lineup was mostly German bands who were on the not so good side, but whatever. It was a gorgeous day, and the Germans like some food.

I had dreams of this when I was a kid.














Now I have dreams, or more often nightmares of this...This was Roskilde the other night. Bunch of heathens those Danish are.















There was no real 'artist catering' at the festival so we were turned loose on the festival grounds. Some went for Germananic Mexican food, others the falafel stand. I figured you can't really go wrong in the land of sausage...















There wasn't much to do other than listen to fairly shit German bands who sounded suspiciously like fairly shit American bands. Well, that and watch the world cup in the middle of a park. Both England and Brazil had their asses handed to them. Hoo-rah. Someone started a chant of 'U-S-A' for no particular reason.














People were bungee jumping off of this crane all day long...literally until two in the morning. It was great to hear the variety of pained, horrified yelps that each person belted out about 3/4s of the way down. I'm surprised that none of our lot got talked into doing this.















Nothing quite like getting your pale, sickly New York feet out on a persian rug in the sunshine....