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Archive for December, 2009
Home Sweet Home

After a long time away from home it’s nice to be back surrounded by familiarity. Excited to catch up with friends and get back into somewhat of a normal routine. Took a long break from visual work, but spent a lot of time thinking about projects I want to complete. A lot of spare time is about to be dumped on my lap this January so the plan is to take advantage of that and complete the things that I never had time to do before. Canadian winters are great for staying in, hibernating and good old fashioned taking care of business. Got tons of photos to sort through I’ll be posting the best up here in the next little bit so stay tuned.
And Then There Was One
Last show of the tour tonight. Excited to play as hard as humanly possible, got plenty of vacation coming up to rest. The tour has run its course and as per usual the start drags and the end flies by. But after some 30 days of being in a van with 9 dudes I think everyone is jazzed to go home.
Still have a lot of travel left before the year is up, but this chapter is coming to an end. It’s been an awesome experience travelling and playing with my buds again. Touring Europe has always been a big dream for me and I’m really psyched I got to finally do it with Buried Inside.
That said, it is going to be nice to take a week off in London and spend some time with K. No more early wake ups and epic drives for a long time. MPH out, see you at the Christmas party.

Let Yourself Go
Dressing for the occassion – an important part of adult life. So when the occassion is an odd 30 hours of travel you have to go with the flow. Comfort runs this show and nothing is more comfortable than cotton jeans. If you’re not fashion forward you might refer to them by their pedestrian name: jogging pants. And if you’re ahead of the game you’re calling these by their new name: buffet pants. Why buffet pants? Because it’s what you wear to an all you-can-eat dinner to increase the shame of eating two plates of Swedish meatballs.


