AFI

Davey:

I'm relieved that I wasn't in the midst of one of my "Fuck you god" monologues when it hit because it might have sent me to into some churchy hysteria that would most certainly have alienated most of those dear to me (myself not excluded from said group of intimates). I was however lost in writing when all of a sudden I found myself curiously having to decide whether someone had slipped mescaline in my Rubios or if a truck had hit my house. In polka dot pj bottoms I managed to dial Shalon whilst wedging myself into a doorjam. I imagine I looked like a cartoon polka dotted cat that someone was trying to dump out of a shoe box into a full tub of water - one giant X, head tilted a bit to hold the phone between my ear and shoulder. Shalon confirmed my sanity and the earthquake's brief visit. Unfortunately it returned the next day to wake me at 9:30. If you want a pure "WHAT THE FUCK?!" moment, I do recommend trying out an earthquake. Aint nothing like it to shake your foundations.

Davey:

XTRE XTRE XTRE!

I've got some late breaking news... and exciting news it is! On Saturday, January 20th, AFI will be making our first Saturday Night Live appearance! Hopefully they'll let us return again after I do my best Lucille Balle impression and try to squeeze my way into every sketch on the show. I thought you all might want to watch the fun so I just cut to the chase. That was the chase... and the rest goes a little something like this....

NYE was a blast. I think I may have fallen in love with the gold mic during the MTV performance (the wedding e-vites shall arrive shortly.) You should have seen the view from the studio....thousands of seemingly foamy, Seusse -esque, red hats bobbed below in a sea of NYE mirth. I swear, standing in that square til 12am when starting at hours of the morning during which I myself would typically be calling it an evening requires and outlook that is too foreign to this boy...but more power to all you ball drop lovers. The rest of my evening was spent sweating my hair into a puff on a dance floor alongside Lou Koller, Damien Xplsion and many well done drag queens, cyber girls and assorted lovelies of a similar fabulous nature. The GoGo dancers let me share their dressing room which was a party in itself. It seemed to be in a constant state of pansexual make out. Can't complain about that really. A topless girl told me that I inspired her to move to NYC from her tiny VT town and "rejoin civilization." She said it meant a lot...it was a very nice compliment. (She, by the way, was on the dace floor, not in the dressing room with the rest of the topless). The city got cold and drizzly around 5am but it was quite a nice close to great night.

I've been sick but the Doc's helping, the tea's flowing and I've got a new LaChapelle book to keep me stimulated. I finally watched Stage Beauty. Nils got it for me for my birthday but I hadn't had time to watch it until now. It's great. Boogie Nights and Party Monster were in rotation earlier in the week. You already know that those are necessary.

The more I listen to Silversun Pickups the more bummed I am I didn't leave the house that night. There's pleasantly surprising Samiam moments later in Carnavas. If you've heard both you might know what I mean...or think I'm crazy....wonder if they like Samiam....


Okay, enough, it's just Some Candy Talkin anyway....I'm gonna make tea.

DXH