Joey's Off the Air, So Guess Who
Aero Force One
October 12, 2006
ST here........ Detroit
Well, you did it again… only this time the audience was in Detroit... We played what used to be called PINE KNOB.. I like the name for some reason, maybe its cause it sounds like a sex toy. But the audience, I mean what kind of love are you on. My in-ears broke during the encore, and I had to do “Walk This Way” Joe Perry style... with no ears in at all. Or as Joe says, “Au Nataural” once I got Lammy, my monitor mix guy, to put me in the wedges that are under the grids of the stage, it sounded sweet. And the audience was singing along to every word, and I could hear it clear as a bell. Its moments like that, I’m glad I’m wearing underwear.
“Devil’s Got A New Disguise” was thrown in the middle of the set, at the last minute.. I was a bit iffy, but Joe said, “come on man, its Detroit!” he and Johnny B, his assistant came into my dressing room 10 minutes before to talk me into it... and I bit.
After rehearsing “Devil’s” a shit load of times, at sound check before the gig on Wednesday, I had to re-fix the lyrics in the teleprompter..... )why does Steven use one you ask????????) when a girl shows me her bodacious ta-ta’s I could be in the middle of “Dream On” and go blank… Wouldn’t you… Or like the time during the Kid Rock tour, when a girl unscrewed her prosthetic arm, and shook her own hand, but held her arm up with a rose stuck down the shoulder hole for me to sniff... ...that kind of love displaces me… and sometimes plays havoc with my sense... but I love it, all in a day’s work. As long as Joey Perry doesn’t come out in a thong, I’ll be fine.
Since I wrote the lyrics to “Devil’s...” so long ago. I was a little sketchy to do it last night. But it’s the old ‘Aerosmith Lesson’ I’ve learned over and over again… it’s the game called ‘DARE TO SUCK” - just F-in do it. Besides we must stay true to our motto, which is..., anything worth doing, is worth over doing.
And oh yeah, during Dream on, I got a chance to say hey to a friend of mine, Joey O’Neil, who was home and couldn’t make the gig. Liv had called me, and said her dentist said he was hurtin’, so I called up his ass and that’s for certain. I’m gonna send him a link, that Casey shot so he can feel the love. That’s a picture of Casey at the bottom of the page - he’s been following me around for the last two weeks.
Doesn’t he look a bit Sonny Barger-ish?
He’s been filming my every move for the past two weeks…And now his girlfriend’s out here, Melissa, an unbelievable photographer, who as I write these words, I’m in the tub, full of bubbles, with a cane, and a white top hat, and sunglasses, and yes the bubbles are hiding my modesty, but man we got some good shit. We’ll give you a sneak peek with the next blog on Friday. Melissa shot the picture of me (at the top of this article...) with my hand over my face. How beyondo artsy is that. She’s that good...
Last night we went to the Capital Grill, (check out the blonde hostess), the food was unreal. Got back to the hotel, around 10 - there were a dozen or so fans waiting outside the hotel - and I just had to stick my head in and say hey. One of the girls had a tattoo on her lower back, of the original Aerosmith logo... at which time I took the opportunity to sign her ass. I know, I know... it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it. Low and behold... this afternoon on the way to the gig, there was that same girl, with an envelope full of pictures of before and after her tattooage. I don’t mind lower backs, but when girls ask me to sign there punani’s I always tell ‘em, ‘you think your boyfriend’s gonna want to see my name when he’s down yodelin in the canyon!?!?!” I think not. But then I think again, and sign anyway... it’s the little things in life, eh? Also received a slammin cane, with a sterling silver Siamese cat for a handle… you’ll see it in the pictures... and so will the guy in the alley who tries to rip me off...
Worked with Casey and Michael Keeling on Tuesday morning, day before the show, on new images for our High Def screen. I love getting under the hood, and we found some great shots of shrunken heads for “Eat the Rich,” and then Casey morphed each band member’s head on to... well... just look here, and you’ll get it... this is just Joey, we’ll show you the others later... but I said to the audience as this picture went on the screen
LIFE’S A PISSER, WHEN YER A PEEIN!
Doesn’t he look like an English lawn statue? anyway,...
What else is there to do on days off? Write songs, do interviews for British rags… talk to people for Rolling Stone random notes... called my daughters, Mia, Chelsea, and Liv, and my son, Taj and that was the end of the perfect day off.
See ya round, when you bend over...
The chat is almost here…. Stay tuned...
I can’t believe all your posts about my yada yada....
I love these blogs, and it’s cheaper than a therapist...
Love to, and always will keep it real....
ST
Detroit Pix: Members Only Public Gallery
October 12, 2006
ST here........ Detroit
Well, you did it again… only this time the audience was in Detroit... We played what used to be called PINE KNOB.. I like the name for some reason, maybe its cause it sounds like a sex toy. But the audience, I mean what kind of love are you on. My in-ears broke during the encore, and I had to do “Walk This Way” Joe Perry style... with no ears in at all. Or as Joe says, “Au Nataural” once I got Lammy, my monitor mix guy, to put me in the wedges that are under the grids of the stage, it sounded sweet. And the audience was singing along to every word, and I could hear it clear as a bell. Its moments like that, I’m glad I’m wearing underwear.
“Devil’s Got A New Disguise” was thrown in the middle of the set, at the last minute.. I was a bit iffy, but Joe said, “come on man, its Detroit!” he and Johnny B, his assistant came into my dressing room 10 minutes before to talk me into it... and I bit.
After rehearsing “Devil’s” a shit load of times, at sound check before the gig on Wednesday, I had to re-fix the lyrics in the teleprompter..... )why does Steven use one you ask????????) when a girl shows me her bodacious ta-ta’s I could be in the middle of “Dream On” and go blank… Wouldn’t you… Or like the time during the Kid Rock tour, when a girl unscrewed her prosthetic arm, and shook her own hand, but held her arm up with a rose stuck down the shoulder hole for me to sniff... ...that kind of love displaces me… and sometimes plays havoc with my sense... but I love it, all in a day’s work. As long as Joey Perry doesn’t come out in a thong, I’ll be fine.
Since I wrote the lyrics to “Devil’s...” so long ago. I was a little sketchy to do it last night. But it’s the old ‘Aerosmith Lesson’ I’ve learned over and over again… it’s the game called ‘DARE TO SUCK” - just F-in do it. Besides we must stay true to our motto, which is..., anything worth doing, is worth over doing.
And oh yeah, during Dream on, I got a chance to say hey to a friend of mine, Joey O’Neil, who was home and couldn’t make the gig. Liv had called me, and said her dentist said he was hurtin’, so I called up his ass and that’s for certain. I’m gonna send him a link, that Casey shot so he can feel the love. That’s a picture of Casey at the bottom of the page - he’s been following me around for the last two weeks.
Doesn’t he look a bit Sonny Barger-ish?
He’s been filming my every move for the past two weeks…And now his girlfriend’s out here, Melissa, an unbelievable photographer, who as I write these words, I’m in the tub, full of bubbles, with a cane, and a white top hat, and sunglasses, and yes the bubbles are hiding my modesty, but man we got some good shit. We’ll give you a sneak peek with the next blog on Friday. Melissa shot the picture of me (at the top of this article...) with my hand over my face. How beyondo artsy is that. She’s that good...
Last night we went to the Capital Grill, (check out the blonde hostess), the food was unreal. Got back to the hotel, around 10 - there were a dozen or so fans waiting outside the hotel - and I just had to stick my head in and say hey. One of the girls had a tattoo on her lower back, of the original Aerosmith logo... at which time I took the opportunity to sign her ass. I know, I know... it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it. Low and behold... this afternoon on the way to the gig, there was that same girl, with an envelope full of pictures of before and after her tattooage. I don’t mind lower backs, but when girls ask me to sign there punani’s I always tell ‘em, ‘you think your boyfriend’s gonna want to see my name when he’s down yodelin in the canyon!?!?!” I think not. But then I think again, and sign anyway... it’s the little things in life, eh? Also received a slammin cane, with a sterling silver Siamese cat for a handle… you’ll see it in the pictures... and so will the guy in the alley who tries to rip me off...
Worked with Casey and Michael Keeling on Tuesday morning, day before the show, on new images for our High Def screen. I love getting under the hood, and we found some great shots of shrunken heads for “Eat the Rich,” and then Casey morphed each band member’s head on to... well... just look here, and you’ll get it... this is just Joey, we’ll show you the others later... but I said to the audience as this picture went on the screen
LIFE’S A PISSER, WHEN YER A PEEIN!
Doesn’t he look like an English lawn statue? anyway,...
What else is there to do on days off? Write songs, do interviews for British rags… talk to people for Rolling Stone random notes... called my daughters, Mia, Chelsea, and Liv, and my son, Taj and that was the end of the perfect day off.
See ya round, when you bend over...
The chat is almost here…. Stay tuned...
I can’t believe all your posts about my yada yada....
I love these blogs, and it’s cheaper than a therapist...
Love to, and always will keep it real....
ST
Detroit Pix: Members Only Public Gallery
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