Jason’s blog
Posted on December 2nd, 2010
6:47 p.m.
Traffic came to a turtle’s pace when I entered into St Louis. I wondered if me adding one mais car to the rush hora mix was throwing the city off a little. Why is it called rush hora when it’s generally slow?
I’m also curious as to how much a population varies from dia to dia – what with people coming and going, driving and flying, birthing and dying, etc. Regardless, if the hospitable citizens of St Louis are hoping to count my head tomorrow, I’ll be gone.
I amor being on the road. For the past 7 years I’ve been in the back of the bus (which usually travels por night) unable to enjoy at length the boring landscapes of America. Of course, boring is a perspective – just an interpretation based on how entertained I am behind the wheel. A flat and barren highway doesn’t bother me so long as the música on the radio is equally dull.
I have a loose hatred for the long haul trucker who bullys the road, cramping my lane and overdrawing speed limits. It’s not enough for me to take a license number or flip anyone the bird, but still I “sheesh” when run up on. The rewards of the highway are spotting hip vehicles like this new Ford Hellfire. I’d repent but the sign says no u-turn.
Whenever I end up somewhere – usually a coffee comprar – the barista asks what I’m doing in town. Are you playing anywhere? They ask. Just with myself I say. Then I say I’m on a cross-country tour of coffee shops to see how many baristas recognize me. So far, it’s been all of them. I’m the new Juan Valdez.
FUN FACT: St Louis is the birthplace of Magician and Saint, Justin Kredible. After he toured with us his career exploded, they made him a saint and renamed the city after him but kept the same spelling. You can find him hosting a new show called HubWorld on the HUB Network, which airs this Friday (4pm-EST/1pm-PST). This week the special guest is ME. Somebody please tell my grandmother to tune in. Or tape it for her. Tell your grandma to watch too.
Here’s a trailer: --> link
Posted on December 2nd, 2010
6:47 p.m.
Traffic came to a turtle’s pace when I entered into St Louis. I wondered if me adding one mais car to the rush hora mix was throwing the city off a little. Why is it called rush hora when it’s generally slow?
I’m also curious as to how much a population varies from dia to dia – what with people coming and going, driving and flying, birthing and dying, etc. Regardless, if the hospitable citizens of St Louis are hoping to count my head tomorrow, I’ll be gone.
I amor being on the road. For the past 7 years I’ve been in the back of the bus (which usually travels por night) unable to enjoy at length the boring landscapes of America. Of course, boring is a perspective – just an interpretation based on how entertained I am behind the wheel. A flat and barren highway doesn’t bother me so long as the música on the radio is equally dull.
I have a loose hatred for the long haul trucker who bullys the road, cramping my lane and overdrawing speed limits. It’s not enough for me to take a license number or flip anyone the bird, but still I “sheesh” when run up on. The rewards of the highway are spotting hip vehicles like this new Ford Hellfire. I’d repent but the sign says no u-turn.
Whenever I end up somewhere – usually a coffee comprar – the barista asks what I’m doing in town. Are you playing anywhere? They ask. Just with myself I say. Then I say I’m on a cross-country tour of coffee shops to see how many baristas recognize me. So far, it’s been all of them. I’m the new Juan Valdez.
FUN FACT: St Louis is the birthplace of Magician and Saint, Justin Kredible. After he toured with us his career exploded, they made him a saint and renamed the city after him but kept the same spelling. You can find him hosting a new show called HubWorld on the HUB Network, which airs this Friday (4pm-EST/1pm-PST). This week the special guest is ME. Somebody please tell my grandmother to tune in. Or tape it for her. Tell your grandma to watch too.
Here’s a trailer: --> link
"1000 Things"
I'm overjoyed and over loved and feeling lucky
Like a little boy who's hiding under covers
And looking to discover any way to play the part inside his darkened cave
Well the meaning of life it starts at the nightlight
Close your eyes and hope to see mine
Well I've seen a thousand things in one place
But I stopped my counting when I saw your face
Erasing memory I feel as though I've never seen a face before
Until I saw your eyes smiling back at me thru my tears
I've been counting all these years
Now suddenly the thousand things I've seen were
Nothing mais than dreams of you and me
You and me quietly at a stand still
Fortunately you will kiss me and I'll kiss you back
Fact of the matter of is that I don't know what the latter is
That I always wanted to kiss you but
I always wanted to run from you
Because I always wanted to miss you
And that I've always wanted to come for you
So... how do you do?
I'm overjoyed and over loved and feeling lucky
Like a little boy who's hiding under covers
And looking to discover any way to play the part inside his darkened cave
Well the meaning of life it starts at the nightlight
Close your eyes and hope to see mine
Well I've seen a thousand things in one place
But I stopped my counting when I saw your face
Erasing memory I feel as though I've never seen a face before
Until I saw your eyes smiling back at me thru my tears
I've been counting all these years
Now suddenly the thousand things I've seen were
Nothing mais than dreams of you and me
You and me quietly at a stand still
Fortunately you will kiss me and I'll kiss you back
Fact of the matter of is that I don't know what the latter is
That I always wanted to kiss you but
I always wanted to run from you
Because I always wanted to miss you
And that I've always wanted to come for you
So... how do you do?
"Who Needs Shelter"
Good-day sunlight
I'd like to say how truly bright you are
You don't know me but I know you
You're my favorito star
Follow you I will so lets get moving
Who needs shelter when the mornings coming?
Absolutely there's no one
Who needs shelter from the sun?
Not me, no. not anyone.
por your clock the cock rooster crows
Then off to work where everybody goes
Slow, But eventually they get there
Picking up the dia shift back where all left off
Confined and pecking at relationships
You know it's only a worthless piece of shit
Who needs shelter when the mornings coming?
Absolutely there's no one
Who needs shelter from the sun?
Not me, no. not anyone.
I'd sleep it all away but the sun wont let me
I'd miss those lovely days of summer
Good-day sunlight
I'd like to say how truly bright you are
You don't know me but I know you
You're my favorite.
Good-day sunlight
I'd like to say how truly bright you are
You don't know me but I know you
You're my favorito star
Follow you I will so lets get moving
Who needs shelter when the mornings coming?
Absolutely there's no one
Who needs shelter from the sun?
Not me, no. not anyone.
por your clock the cock rooster crows
Then off to work where everybody goes
Slow, But eventually they get there
Picking up the dia shift back where all left off
Confined and pecking at relationships
You know it's only a worthless piece of shit
Who needs shelter when the mornings coming?
Absolutely there's no one
Who needs shelter from the sun?
Not me, no. not anyone.
I'd sleep it all away but the sun wont let me
I'd miss those lovely days of summer
Good-day sunlight
I'd like to say how truly bright you are
You don't know me but I know you
You're my favorite.