Jasmine Cain

Heads Carolina, Tails California.....Tails, you win!







I've decided to post a blog thoughout our tour with Easyrider's this year. Last year I was in so much shock, I don't think I could've even figured out how to turn the computer on, but this year I want to document everything. I know a little better this year what I'm getting myself into.
Today was a hectic day. It's departure-eve and I had a billion things to do to prepare for our long trek across the US. Destination...Los Angeles. This morning started out like any morning...sitting in my living room watching Jerry Springer re-runs drinking coffee and watching Jeff text from underneath his blankets so I wouldn't know what he was doing. That's when I decided to go to bed. (Did you catch it? It was this morning when I went to bed. Get it? Get it? Ugh, nevermind)
Four hours later I awoke to a knock at the door. It scared the shit out of me because I think I was dreaming about a serial killer. I jumped out of bed and with total disconcern for my appearance, I opened the door to greet the FedEx delivery guy. He handed me a package to sign for and then said "The World Famous Whisky a Go-Go, huh?" I looked down at the package and realized thats where this was coming from. (It was my pre-ordered tickets and hard copy of the contract for our showcase there next week) Then he continued by saying, "I didn't even know that place was still around." I told him, "I sure hope it's still around because we have to play there next Friday night." This guy lit up like a Christmas tree. He started asking a million questions about what I do and the name of the band and a bunch of other questions that I don't think I really processed. I wasn't awake yet. I opened the package while I was brushing my teeth and found 50 tickets that I'm supposed to sell or giveaway or do whatever I want with as long as I pay the club for them. Then it occurred to me: We are leaving in the morning and I'm so not ready!!
I got dressed and threw on a baseball cap and called my favorite manager at Kinkos, James. He said they weren't busy right now and if I get there in the next few minutes they can design and print my 2 flyers I need ASAP!! I was there in 20 minutes with my computer, the information for the flyers, and a leftover Christmas cookie! (It never hurts to bribe the printer operator) It was my quickest trip to Kinkos I've ever had and I was out of there in 2 hours!! Rock!
Next I met with a guy who is my (hopefully) new management. It has occurred to me recently that I can no longer do all of this alone and I need help. I met Art by a total coincidence, but there's no question that this is the guy for the job. We had a quick lunch meeting and I got him a press kit and we talked business. He took me to his favorite Thai place and when he asked me how the food was, I said "good" and he looked shocked. I could tell that he was confused by my answer so I said "What?" He said that everyone just raves about the food there and I just said it was "good". I then realized that I hadn't really tasted anything I had eaten because my mind was still preoccupied with what we have to do before we left.
I left the Thai Kitchen and headed to Thompson Lane Storage, which is where my good friend, Donna, acts as my secretary and handles my faxes, copying, and anything I can't do from home. I faxed a couple of things and told her goodbye and I'd see her in a couple weeks.
I was almost late for my next appointment which was with Allstate Insurance. For a few months I haven't had insurance on my truck (I know, I know) because I've been a little disheartened with the last few disasters that have happened and how unhelpful my insurance company was (Geico, if you're wondering). I pay the maximum amount you can pay because I want to be covered for EVERYTHING while we're on the road. If somebody looks at my car funny, I want to be covered. Nevermind that we lost a laptop and cell phone when the truck was broken into in Memphis and our theft protection insurance didn't protect us, or when we had our wreck that none of our gear was covered...or our trailer, even though they were both on the policy when I signed up. However, they changed the policy and "forgot" to alert me to that change. So I decided, what the fuck do I need insurance for? If anybody does something to my car or gear, I just have to pay for it myself and if I save the money I'm paying a month for car insurance to have EVERYTHING covered, I might actually have enough money to take care of it. Well, we all know that's playing with fire, and I dodged the bullet long enough, so I'm ready to conform again and take it up the a**, anyway......
I had just enough time to pick up Jeff and head to Tour Supply where he got a much needed cable and I spoke to our Gretsch guitar artist relations guy, Jason Herndon, and told him I'd see him at NAMM in Anaheim in a week. On our way to Tour Supply, I took a very wrong turn and ended up muddin' in a field while Jeff grabbed the dashboard and screamed at me to stop and then when I stopped he screamed at me to keep going or we're gonna get stuck!!! I was laughing like crazy as we slung mud all over the truck and dragged the driver's side mirror across a chainlink fence. I had car insurance now....what did I care?
After the shakes went away, I took Jeff back to house where he and Shawn rehearsed and I headed back out to re-send our contract to the Whisky (They keep losing it. Coincidence? I think not) I grabbed a bite to eat and ran a few more quick errands before I made it home. When I got here everyone was gone.
I cleaned out the truck, made a few more phone calls, spent some time cleaning up and taking out the garbage, and I'm just about to pack my suitcase so we can leave out in the morning. We're leaving at 10am and I still have to load the trailer, vaccuum the truck out, load our luggage, gas up, and hook on to the trailer before we can leave in the morning. However, I was looking around the house today and I think I've got everything pretty much ready to go. My cats know something is up and they don't like it. Mr. Brownstone (my boy kitty) is throwing a temper tantrum and is breaking candle holders to prove a point. He is a little fucker.....and he smells bad. Typical boys.
Stay tuned for our adventures out West. Coming soon: Our tour through the Playboy Mansion, Our Adventures on Sunset Blvd during our one night only show at The World Famous Whisky a Go-Go, Easyrider Bike Show madness and backstage nakedness with the Purrfect Angelz, as well as our upcoming competition: Who did YOU meet at NAMM? Jeff will be stalking Zakk Wylde, Dave will be hunting down the members of Coldplay, Shawn will be giving lessons to Neil Peart, and I'll be...um....well....probably taking pictures. Ahh, to be a rockstar.

This morning started out rough.....I say THIS morning, but I really mean YESTERDAY morning. I wanted to hit the road at checkout time which was 11:00am, but I realized almost immediately that it wasn't going to happen. Everyone was still out cold at 11:00am....12:00am....um, are we leaving or what? I had a few cups of hotel breakfast coffee which was actually very good (but what else do you expect from a Holiday Inn Express....right?) and then I was shaking like crazy. We had to go...NOW! I hustled everyone's luggage in the trailer and we all piled in the truck, but only after I literally RAN to Walmart next door because Jeff LOST his toothbrush! I'm pretty sure I heard Jeff say, "Aren't we gonna get something to eat?" but I was on the phone and all I could hear in my head was YOU HAVE 1300 MILES TO GO!! DRIVE YOU CRAZY BITCH!! I pulled onto the ramp and merged onto the interstate just in time to hear Dave's voice get painfully loud which usually indicated something of severe significance that would prohibit us from travelling even a mile further. Heaven forbid! His DVD player remote control was LOST! He left it in the hotel room and he had to have it operate the player. Now let's think about this for a second: First of all, why does a PORTABLE DVD player need a remote? It's sitting on your lap in the car. How hard is it to just push the button manually? It's not like you have to reach. But then secondly, when I looked at the machine and realized you can't even use it without a remote it made me wonder who the fuck came up with this piece of shit idea? Anyway, it was useless to ponder these ridiculous questions any farther because one thing was for sure....we had to turn around. We got back to the hotel and luckily Dave was able to retrieve the lost remote and we were back to one happy family. Of course, Jeff was still asking about food so we decided to hit the Cracker Barrel there in town and get it over with . I was starting to wonder if we would ever get out of this town!
Everyone was full and happy and we headed down the highway. Everyone but Jeff was snoring within a matter of minutes. I drove on. Jeff texted his girlfriend frantically most of the trip when he wasn't talking to her on the phone. I drove on. Heather woke up later and determined that people that are mentally slow must have an extra "chromosome" because they are freakishly strong and have bad tempers. We all laughed until we were crying because it was the craziest thing we've ever heard...but then we got to thinking about it and she might be on to something there. I knew a guy with Downsyndrome who punched a brick wall once and the brick wall lost. It was amazing and a little scary.
It was apparent to me that since we got such a late start...again, we were going to have to drive straight through to make it on time. I started making myself mentally prepared to put in a good 20 some hours behind the wheel.
Twenty-four hours later I'm sitting here writing this blog and I honestly don't remember alot about the trip because I was doing that zone out and drive thing that all truck drivers do when they have to get some miles under them. But I do remember pulling into rest area for just a minute to run into the bathroom. It was about 5am and I was the only one in there. I was just getting ready to exit the room when a woman came running in and crashed into a stall, flushing the toilet at the same time and then violently puking her brains out. I decided now would be a good time to leave. I was a little queasy for a while after that one.
I also was impressed by Shawn's automatic air freshening system with the electric windows. According to him, if he feels "one" slipping out, he hits the button on the window and airs out the truck so we don't know what's going on. All this time I thought he was just hot and I thought it was weird that he would want cold air when it was 16 degrees outside, but now I know the secret.
Dave is sick with some kind of monster cough and we're all drinking Emergen-C like crazy to avoid getting sick. So far so good. We are unloaded at the Convention Center and everyone is in a bed.....except for me because I'm so dedicated to my fans I have to write this blog before I can sleep. Ha ha ha! I think I may be too tired to sleep, but I'm gonna try right........................................................................................................

NOW!

I'm just now on my way to Sunset Blvd where I'm meeting up with a good friend, Larry Bagby who just finished his show at the Keyclub on the Strip. We just finished a very long day of shows.
Sound check was at 10am this morning so I told the boys to get there a little early to get set up. They got there 30 min late (except for Dave) so we missed our sound check this morning. I got our new merch girl, Heather, up to speed on what to do at the booth. We've nicknamed her Mini-Merch because there are alot of similarities between the original Merch and the new Merch. We were there at the venue at 9am. She was still a little hungover from the night before. I guess she had a good time in the bar because when she came up to the room she immediately starting drunk dialing. She told me this morning that when she checked her phone log to remember who she called, she had called everyone in her address book. She would leave them messages like, "Answer your phone or I'm gonna burn your house down". It was so funny it actually woke me up out of a dead sleep laughing. She would hang up and call them right back and tell them the same thing. Sounds like a lot of people in Arkansas are going to be looking for new places to live with all the burning homes.
Our first set was acoustic and we brought out my orange sectional couch from home. It's my favorite couch and everyone loved it. A couple of people threatened to steal it and I had to threaten to send Mini-Merch after them. They changed their minds immediately. They don't want any part of that.
We played a bunch of songs we didn't know and some of them worked and some of them didn't but the ones that didn't we covered pretty well. It feels good to at least have new songs on the list. I get so bored playing the same songs night after night and I like to keep it fresh.
My good friend Richard came today and it was so good to see him. I met him exactly a year ago at this show and we instantly became friends. He is a photographer and he documented our entire night on Sunset Strip last year with pictures and then presented them to me as a gift at the end of the trip. It was so cool. He got a new camera and took a bunch of photos today. They look amazing.
So now we're heading to downtown LA where we will crash with our good friend Bobby and his wife who live with Playmate Audra (something....Jeff knows!!) and we'll get up at 7am and tour the Playboy Mansion. We're all really looking fowrard to that. Then we will have exactly 1 hour to bust ass back to the venue and do our shows. It's gonna be a long day. More to come..... Stay tuned for tomorrow when I tell all about the Playboy Mansion!
Peace, Love, & Slam Dance

Def Leppard Sucks!


This morning started with a phone call from our friend and actor Larry Bagby. He was recording a new song called "Love's a Gamble" which is being featured in a new movie Larry is starring in called "20% Off". Since we were all in town, Larry decided to just use the whole band to track his song. We got a late start....again....imagine that. We checked out of the hotel somewhere around noon thrity and headed towards Simi Valley which was about 70 miles away from where we were. However, we only made it to the next exit before we had to pull over because everybody was hungry and "forgot" to eat before we left the hotel. After a quick "Moon's over my hammy" we hit the road and arrived at the studio around 2:30pm. We spent the entire day tracking the one song and got everything done except the vocals which I am going back to do on Friday with Larry (it's a duet).
We had plans to meet up with Val Corabi after she got off work but Shawn had made plans to meet up with his friend Brooke on Sunset Strip so we had to cancel with Val for the night and with Larry's help in finding some cheap hotels online, we headed for Culver City which is about 7 miles from downtown Los Angeles and grabbed a pizza at Shakeys before checking into the hotel. The hotel gave us a bunch of shit trying to check in so we were super late getting downtown and we considered not going at all, but here's what we would've missed...........
The waters parted before our eyes when we pulled up to Sunset Blvd because as we were looking for a parking place somewhere near the Rainbow, a car pulled out of a front door, rockstar parking place that was meant for me only. Even better was the fact that the parking meter was out of order for the night so they were waiving all fines and you didn't have to pay to park. We locked up the truck and headed across the street. The whole night was a matter of trying to sneak Heather into wherever we could so we lied at the Rainbow and told them we were going in to eat, but headed straight to the bar instead. It wasn't long and Heather was getting drinks (somehow) and they were kicking us out of the bar because she was underage. So we headed out on the street and were greeted by a couple of really skinny hot girls wearing nothing but thongs with fishnets and a belt covering their boobs. They were handing out tickets to see their show at the Roxy where they scream and jump around wearing nothing but electrical tape and makeup and throw blood at people in the front row. It sounded like fun but we passed and headed to the Key Club instead where "Metal Skool" (now called "Steel Panther") was playing and there were several celebrities there including Kat Von D, Hal Sparks, Steve Aguila from Journey, David Cook from American Idol, Joey Fatone from NSYNC, Jessica Simpson, and several others were there. They all (except for Jessica) got up and jammed onstage. I was determined to let these boys know that there was another 80's rocker in the crowd so I pushed my way through all the screaming crazy girls up front to write a note that Jeff Caughron from Every Mother's Nightmare was in the crowd and held it up to the guitar player who at first ignored it and then saw that I was trying to tell him something and he finally leaned down and read it than looked up at me and said "Oh right on! That's cool!" I pointed to where Jeff was standing and he looked up to see him then took my note and put it in his boot. They probably would've gotten him up to jam but it was their last song. I tried to go up earlier but Jeff didn't think I could get their attention...once again I had to prove him wrong. I don't know why he doesn't listen to me.
We lost Shawn pretty early on. He was hanging with Brooke and her friend somewhere but we caught up with him again at the end when everyone was clearing out of downtown. He was fairly intoxicated and said he was going home with Brooke. So Heather, Jeff, & myself headed to truck and started to leave but Shawn called me as I was pulling out and said "Hold on, Brooke wants to ask you something". When she got on the phone she just asked me where the hotel was so she could take him there and when she found out it was 7 miles away, she dropped him like a hot potato.
We got alot of pictures and made a bunch of new friends. I think we're going to have a bunch more people at our showcase on Friday, but I'm still working it. I gotta get the word out!!! Help me!!
PS: Heather and I saw a psychic today and apparently I'm going to live forever and she's going to have twin boys. Who knew?

Love's a Gamble....and so are Sheraton Hotels


This blog is going to cover 2 days worth of events because the one I posted last night has magically disappeared from my computer screen. I fell asleep in the middle of it and gremlins creeped into my keyboard and erased everything....although it could've been my forehead which was pressed up against the keys while I was passed out. Anyway.........
I got a phone call from Larry Bagby yesterday morning asking me if I wanted to audition for a part in a movie he was trying out for. I've always wanted to be involved with acting, but quite honestly I was so freakin' tired from being out on Sunset Strip so late the night before that I didn't want to make an ass of myself, so I said no for now. Hopefully I'll have my chance again with Larry's help. I don't even know if I'm good at that kind of thing.
He had such a crazy schedule lined up that I decided it was best for us to just meet up later as I was working on this show at the Whisky. I'm still trying to find people to attend....so if you know of anyone in LA that wants to go....I'm your man, or woman, or whatever. So......we decided to meet up around 9pm and finish the vocal part to the song we tracked with the boys the night before called "Love's a Gamble". It's a duet and I'm the lucky lady who gets to sing with the star of the movie!! Ha ha ha. I haven't used my country chops in quite some time but it's kind of like falling off a bike (as opposed to riding one). Anybody can do it. So I did it. I got 'er done.
We finished at the studio really late last night and cruised into the hotel at about 2am. We are staying at the Sheraton Four Points in Culver City, CA about 7 miles from the Strip. Apparently Larry has a hook-up with Sheraton hotels across the country where he gets the employee rate of $50 per night anywhere. It's awesome! And as payment for our work on his song, he set up a reservation for us at this hotel. Immediately we butted heads with hotel staff because when we checked in they asked me for some kind of employee form to get the employee rate. I, of course, had no idea what they were talking about and explained that this was set up for us and we were just instructed to check in and pay for the rooms. We had the reservation confirmation in hand. This woman wouldn't budge. She was screaming at me and saying if we don't provide the form, I have to pay full price which is about $150 bucks a night!! Holy shit!! I asked if we got that form by check out time if she would reimburse me and she said "yes" or "si" or whatever the fuck they say around this peice of shit fuckin' hotel. So I called Larry and told him the deal and he said he would take care of it. Well today I was in the middle of radio interview with 97.1FM in Nashville when there was a loud pounding on my door. I opened it to find a very angry woman with a clipboard standing there screaming at me to go to the front desk immediately! I told her I would be there in a minute and she said "NO! YOU WILL GO NOW!!" I told her I was on a phone interview and I would be there in a minute! She started screaming again so I kicked the door shut and apologized to the radio DJ that was speaking to me. Well that bitch must have left my room and headed straight to the boys room because interrupting my phone interview not one, not two, but three more times was a call from each one of the boys who wondered what the hell was up with the crazy clipboard lady. We ended the interview and I headed to the front desk to see what the fuck was so important that they had to come screaming at me. She said I needed to pay more money because they only charged me for one night and I was staying 3 nights. I told her there was a problem with what they were charging me and it was being solved. Actually Larry was holding on the line at the front desk trying to solve the problem at the same time I was there talking to them. They didn't want to listen to me or my bullshit so I paid them and told them I'd be getting a refund when I check out in the morning. That's when the head bitch says that unless this gets solved in the next 30 minutes, they were keeping my money and I could fuck off. Well, it didn't get solved in 30 minutes so I am out $1300 for 2 hotel rooms for 3 nights. Can you say highway robbery? I knew you could.
Anyway, Larry was so bummed out by it that he just disappeared for the rest of the day and we were supposed to meet and go through his contacts to try and get some industry people at our show on Friday. I understand having to check out sometimes, but I was really counting on that because I'd already had one important contact person fall off the charts somewhere and I was trying to make up for it. So instead I spent the whole day trying to find industry people, friends, anybody that would come to the show. It's been a real fuckin' drag.
I did touch base with a few close friends of mine who will be there like Danny Jones (filmed our music videos), Scotti Hill, Rachel Bolin, & Snake (Skid Row), Richard Dalton (photographer), and a few others that I met the other night. My friend Mike Heald called to try and pick me up because I was bumming a little today and so he tried to order me room service to bring me a nice meal and a bottle of wine, but they can't allow that because they can't take his fuckin' credit card over the phone. WTF is up with this fuckin' hotel? Are they trying to make my expensive stay as miserable as possible? I guess this is the last time we will be staying at a Four Points Sheraton. They can suck my dick.
I did listen to the rough mix track of Love's a Gamble today and it sounded really good so that did bring my spirits up a little bit. Dave just came in and told me Heather is blasted drunk in his room and Jeff & Shawn left to go do laundry so he wants to take me to eat.....in this fuckin' Sheraton restaurant that won't even allow someone else to buy me room sevice!! They probably won't let Dave pay for my food and I'll get stuck buying everyone in the whole damn place dinner to make up for their inconveniences. What a bunch of dicks.
Have a nice night and enjoy your stay at the Four Points Sheraton Hotels.

Dude! Where's the front of my car?

Friday morning was the first time ever that the band has actually been EARLY leaving Nashville. I just want everyone to make a note of that. Apparently we are caught up in the chaos and ready to get to the next show in Charlotte because like a hardcore smoker jonesin' for a cigarette to kill the nicotine craving, we need our dose of rock n roll or else we start twitchin'.
I had been up a good part of the night before because apparently the driver of one of the Easyrider trucks was stranded in Nashville with an abcessed tooth and couldn't continue driving. John called me to try and find another driver ASAP and I called my buddy Panhead Phil who was ready to roll immediately, but they got some good drugs in their driver and he made it down the road, so all was well. We busted ass to get to Charlotte because we were supposed to get set up and sound check the night before the show opened. I was sending messages to the sound company to let them know where we were so they could be prepared when we pulled in. We made it there by 6pm and there was no sound crew. No messages. No nothing. No sun. No moon. No chocolates. So we just dropped the trailer and headed to the hotel.
We ate a Irish Sportsbar called Murphys or something like that where they specialized in Italian food. I don't get it either. The boys got a kick out of ordering too much food and asking the waitress for a small "box" and laughing because she doesn't get it. This is a regular occurrance and I fear for their lives the day a waitress actually DOES get it and slaps the shit out of them. I got some good pictures of Dave sleeping while sitting at the booth with his new electronic cigarette in his hands. That cigarette never gets more than 2 feet away from his mouth so that when he wakes up....it's already almost in his mouth! It has helped him slow down smoking and he can smoke in any car, hotel, airport, restaurant....anywhere he wants to do. This vapor cigarette has saved Dave's life so there's no need for freak out temper tantrums anymore.....well, almost.
We set a wake up call for 8am and everybody was aware that it was going to be an early morning...except for Dave who fell asleep with headphones on again watching his DVD player and missed the wake up call. I went to check on the boys next door to make sure they were ready to go when I saw Dave still soundly asleep with his DVD player playing the trailer of whatever movie he was watching over and over again. We woke him up and told him we were leaving in like 10 minutes. It took him 7 minutes to yell at everyone about how he needs a shower. That left him 3 minutes to actually take a shower and get down to the lobby where we were waiting.
We set up and kinda soundchecked and I gave the sound crew hell for not staying in touch with us yesterday about the early load in. Apparently the cell phone got run over by the truck.....again. It's not the first time and it won't be the last. Cell phones don't stand a chance with those boys.
The show was about to open and I knew there was a Starbucks coffee just up the escalator so Jeff and I went to scope it out. I got myself a great big jolt of caffeine in a cup and turned to head down the escalator again when I saw the line of people that were waiting to get in to the show. I knew there was no chance in hell of us making it in the hall in a few minutes to start playing with that many people in line...so I made an executive decision. We would go down the escalator the wrong way. BAD IDEA! I bolted down the steps 2 and 3 stairs at a time in my red tu-tu only to be snatched up at the finish line by some big black dude who only liked rap and his eyes were watering from someone that most likely already poked him in the eye and pissed him off. He grabbed my arm and told me to NEVER do that again. I grabbed his arm back and said "OKAY, I WONT". Then he asked where my wristband was and I didn't have one yet. He wouldn't let me in the show until I got myself a ticket or a wristband. I told him I was the band and he was like "Yeah, right". So I lead him over to the giant Easyrider poster they have there at the front door with the schedule on it and right at the lower right hand corner is a picture of me so he finally let me in. That's the best kind of picture ID.
So already I've almost been thrown out of my own show. This happens alot. I made it back to the stage and Warren stopped me. Warren works for Easyriders. He asked me if I saw what happened to the Easyrider truck out on the loading dock? I hadn't come in that way so he led me out there and the whole front end of the truck is completely jacked up. Apparently somebody with a bus tried to get through the loading dock (LIKE AN IDIOT) and took out the truck. It's completely hosed. They caught the guy, but it's gonna take a while to get it up and going and they're hoping they can get it to the next show. Oh man.
We played our first set which was acoustic and I have to say that people from NC really love music. They sit and listen to the band when they play. You don't see people passing by and stopping to listen for a minute before roaming on....no...they sit down and listen for the whole show! We had a great crowd the whole day and sold a ton of CDs with the help of our new "Merch" who showed up that day to help us. Her name is Kat and she's oddly enough a tattoo artist (no it's not the Kat tattoo artist you are thinking of).
A couple actually got married during the show and asked if we would play a few songs for them. I'm always cool with that and I'm thinking of a few sweet ballads I can belt out when the bride tells me she wants to walk up to "Keep your hands to yourself"! Only at a biker wedding. Then they asked if we could play something for them after they were wed and I suggested "Your cheatin' heart" but the bride looked horrified and I had to reassure her I was just kidding...really! She asked for a valium and a beer and then had me hold her beer when the preacher walked by. She was shaking like a leaf. I have to admit it would take more than a pill and beer to get me to walk down that isle. Bruce and Sandy said they wanted us to play "Highway to Hell" as a send off song and since I didn't really know it, Jeff taught me the chords for the chorus and I thought I could get through that okay....and I probably could have.....if Jeff had started the right song! But out of nowhere he starts playing Hell's Bells which isn't even on the same album (Dave informed me later)! It didnt' matter. People cheered and we just played right through like we knew what we were doing.
So we get ready to leave the venue that night when everything is shut down and we're all walking out to the paid parking lot where pretty much everyone had to park. Bruce had found me a parking permit to stay on the loading dock but I'm glad I didn't use it because he had one too and his car got towed. So as I'm making my way to my truck with the band, I hear a familiar voice yell, "OH SHIT". I looked over to find Teo laying on the ground looking at the front end of his car that somebody had backed into, gotten hooked up on the bumper, and just gassed it tearing most of the bumper off. Another Easyrider car fatality. Suddenly the faces of our precious vehicles are being ripped off! We are faceless boxes (ha ha, Shawn) on wheels flying down the highway.
We didin't have to be at the venue on Sunday morning because the winner of some battle of the bands was playing the first set so the boys took it upon themselves to party like rockstars on Saturday night. I couldn't keep my eyes open, so I crashed out. We got to the venue during the other band's set and were almost as surprised as the young groupie kids in our dressing room when we arrived and found them helping themselves to our rider. Our food was gone, our drinks were gone, our room was filled with the smell of patchouli and little journals that they were drawing in. For the rest of the day, Dave was screaming about the Patchouli varmits that stole our sandwiches.
We got loaded out in record time last night and all went out to eat at a Mexican restaurant. Shawn stole a drink off a sample margarita when we walked in the door. Hope he doesn't get sick off that one...although by now I think he may be immune to almost everything. It was a great weekend here in Charlotte. We played great! But it's time to head to Nashville and have a gear fixing day. All our crap is starting to fall apart. I'm gonna burn a few things.
While at the Mexican restaurant a few serious things were decided by the band:
1. A shamrock calzone never smells good after the 2nd day in the truck.
2. Tanea's ass is just a force to be reckoned with and it's just not right.
3. Shawn is going to hell when he dies.



See you on the road..........

I am smellin' like a rose.....well....okay, not so much


We've had a couple of days off here in Nashville but that doesn't mean that nothing has been happening. There is so much catching up to do when you're out of town that much. It's so hard to keep up on statements that are mailed to your house that you don't see until you get home and then it's too late and they've shut off your electricity and your chicken in your freezer has little rice shaped maggots living on it and you have to clean it off with a bunch of chlorox bleach and rubber gloves. Oh God! Wake up! Wake up! I better pay that electric bill.
The ride home from Charlotte was pretty painless, but we were in a hurry for 2 reasons. Dave had a gig in Jackson Monday night and he was going to be sliding in just under the gun. And we were also in a hurry to beat a major storm that was coming in that evening. The mountains are not where you want to be driving when that shit comes around the corner. Everybody made it where they needed to go and after an imaginary shower (ever had one of those?) Jeff and I headed downtown to Broadway to listen to the Randy Nations Band at the Stage and meet up with Shawn. It was good to be home. We saw a lot of people we knew. I got up and jammed a few songs I didn't know. It was great. That night a massive storm came through Arkansas and Kentucky and although we didn't get the massive ice storm that they did, I did get woken up by my next door neighbor at 8am the next morning to a nice bit of snow on the ground.
I'm all cozy in my bed after a long night of rock n roll and it's all dark when I hear "WAKE UP NEIGHBOR!!" Oh hell, now what? I got out of bed and put on a sweatshirt and opened my door to find my neighbor Stephanie standing on my porch with a much older guy who apparently came to bring her a McDonalds breakfast burrito and give her a ride somewhere. I've seen this guy before. He works for a car rental place or something because every time I see him he's driving a new luxury vehicle. A while ago it was a Hummer but this week he had a fancy BMW. This car is beautiful. Power everything! Black. Shiny. New tires. And buried in mud in Stephanie's back yard. I guess it hadn't occurred to him that after 2 days of rain, it probably wasn't the best idea to drive through the yard. He had that car so dug down in the mud that you had to step DOWN to get in the car. He asked if I had a tow rope and I did, but I was a little apprehensive to get myself in the middle of that crap because my 4 wheel drive isn't working and I didn't want to end up in the same boat (or mud hole in this case). So after a weak attempt to push the car out and an even weaker attempt to pull it out, we gave up and he had to call a wrecker. I was still amazed at how you could get this stuck. Apparently when he was trying to slip and slide around the back yard, the back end of the car slammed into the deck and cracked out the tail light and crunched the bumper a little bit. I don't think BMW's were meant for off roading. He won't make the same mistake again. I'm sure of it. Stephanie said that $2 burrito turned into a $102 problem (after the tow).
I spent the next 2 days trying to repair my computer. I gave up and Jeffro had to take over. I'd work on it until I passed out on the couch and then he would scoop me up and put me in my room and I'd wake up to a virus free computer and think I was a genius.
The band has decided to do a "Mocumentary" where we talk about how we're so grass roots and how we do it all for the music while having the wind blow our hair a certain way and make up people tugging on our faces. It will be totally "Spinal Tap". We're working out the details now. Should be quite entertaining. We definitely have the characters to pull this one off. I really want to finish a DVD of Jasmine Cain Band from beginning to now and this would be the icing on the cake. Now we just have to find out if anyone will buy that kind of crap.
One last thing that happened that everyone should know about...
We FINALLY got in touch with Bob Marlette (Producer: Saliva, Skynyrd, AC/DC) who is flying into Nashville Monday to work on Skynyrd's new album and while in town will be coming to see a private show of Jasmine Cain at a rehearsal studio to determine whether he might want to work with us. We are holding our breath and working really hard to put our songs together in a way that he will find interesting. This could change everything. Keep your fingers crossed for us.
In the meantime, we are leaving tomorrow for Louisville for our 4th of 6 weeks on the road with Easyrider Events and we're happy to report that the Convention Center and hotel we are staying at both have power...unlike most of the rest of the state who will have to wait until Valentines Day. So if you live in Kentucky, come and join us at the Convention Center for a fun packed day of watching half naked girls dance, killer rock n roll music, maybe a little heat (in case you don't have any at your house), a little bit of light (for those that don't have power and are running out of candles), and fresh air (so you don't have to breathe carbon monoxide coming from your kerosene heater that they reccommend you don't use indoors, but you don't want to freeze to death so you lit the damn thing anyway). Sounds like fun......right? Well......come on!