Monday, November 14, 2016

Where's the 'Super"?

What a curmudgeon! Better luck next time, Mother Nature. Not quite 'super' enough a 'supermoon' for this old Metalman. 

Far across this great continent I look up at the brilliant moon and think, 'He looks up at this same moon. This bright and rare supermoon. From the driver seat of his tour van he leans out the window and takes it in. And thinks of me.'. 

Meanwhile, far across this great continent, Metal Husband leans out the window of his rickety tour van and sighs, "... Looks like a moon? I mean, I expected something SUPER here!"

Friday, October 28, 2016

Broken in Barcelona

I woke up in our AirBnB in Barcelona and quietly hobbled my way to the bathroom. “Shit… shit… shit…”, I muttered under my breath with each step. I had hurt my ankle some mysterious way a few days earlier and it wouldn’t quite go away. Metal Husband coughed in bed and rolled over with a groan. Loaded up on nighttime cold medicine, MH had tucked himself in the night before at a whopping 9pm.

“It’s OK, I’m awake now.”, Metal Husband called out.

“Oh good! And how are you feeling?”

“Ecgh, I dunno… A bit better.”, he replied unconvincingly. MH sat up and put his face in his hands. He then started rubbing his eyes, first gently and then more and more vigorously in an increasingly frenzied state. “I… I CAN’T SEE!”, MH cried out.

“What? What are you talking about?”, I called back with a laugh.

“I’m telling you, I can’t see out of this side!”, he insisted in confusion. He flipped on the light and thrust his face towards me with panic, pointing to the affected eye. Puffed up and pink, his right eyelid was a droopy sad sight. He looked like a beat Rocky Balboa. It must have been a spider bite, we agreed.

MH sat silently on the bed for a few moments, sniffed, coughed, and rubbed his eye. Suddenly he laughed and raised one fist in the air. “Broken in Barcelona!”, he exclaimed exuberantly. I hobbled back into the room and laughed at our new apparent vacation slogan. “Sinus cold, fever, messed up ankle, eye-swollen-shut be damned! Let’s get up, go out, and do this!”

“Broken in Barcelona!”, I cheered, fist in the air with affirmation. 


“Now… can I get you some ice for that eye?”

“Yes, please…”

 “It will be done!", I smiled and pivoted towards the kitchen.  "Shit… shit… shit…”, I muttered as I hobbled away.


Friday, February 26, 2016

Metal Husband vs The Thermal Bath

Metal Husband emerged from the thermal bath and into the cold Montreal winter's evening. I looked back at him lovingly and realized... he was wearing flipflops. In the bath. Years of dirty metal touring had conditioned MH to wear flipflops in any 'public shower' situation. Including at a fancy spa? In a thermal bath? Never can be too careful!

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Beware the Flying Baguettes

*Piu!* Half a baguette went flying across the kitchen and smashed into the kitchen cabinets. 

"Oh shit!", Metal Husband cried out in surprise. "I guess that's why they say not to play with your food!". 
"What were you playing with a baguette??"
"Drumming.", MH answered, matter-of-factly. "Writing music as I eat, ya know."
But of course. How silly of me! 
‪#‎livingwithmusicians‬ ‪#‎bewaretheflyingbaguettes‬

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Postcards From the Road: Canadian Rockies

Postcards From the Road, circa 2007. 

This tour had a project: Metal Husband bought a postcard for every available city he visited and wrote his immediate experience/thoughts on it. Here is the 2nd in my throwback series- Enjoy! 

Click here for the 1st of this series: Postcards From the Road: Santa Fe

The Canadian Rockies. "The first thing I thought of when I saw this was you. We will look at these mountains together one day. It won't stop there. I want to see the Swiss Alps, The Himalayas and more, as long as you are by my side.  Love, Danny" 

And since then we have seen the Swiss Alps! Still need to see those Rockies and Himalayas though...

Monday, September 28, 2015

MH's Spontaneous Phone City Tours

"Hey, how are you! I can see you. Can you see me?", Metal Husband smiles excitedly into his phone while on tour.

"I can! It's pretty good quality. Where are you now?", I respond while sitting on my couch.

Metal Husband walks down the street with enthusiasm (a rare MH trait!), pointing at minor landmarks and chatting about the venue. "Theoretically we could do this in every city, eh?", he laughs. "I can be your tour guide via phone!"

When the time came to say goodbye a still somewhat surprised MH exclaimed eagerly, "So I have to ask! How did you call me?"


"What service did you use to call? It's pretty good! It didn't look like Google Hangouts..."

"Babe... you called me."

"I DID?"

"Yes!", I laughed. "You called me as a Facebook voice call and then requested to use video so I accepted!"

"I DID???"


"Damn, I must have pocket dialed you. Well, it worked out, right?!"

Watch out MH's Facebook friends! Metal Husband's Spontaneous Phone City Tours may be coming your way!

Thursday, September 24, 2015

An IKEA Cat Trap