Namaste, Salaam, Bonjour, NeeHoMah, and Yo!’Sup! To all of you. Thank you, as ever, for reading my oft-idiotic ramblings and musings. I deeply appreciate you and wish you Highest Blessings and Light.
Om Nama Shivaya.
I wanted to dedicate my writing, here, today- to the Strange Concept of Marriage.
it is strange because I waffle between thinking it is simply “religious” or “cultural” tradition…..or perhaps it is simply “society” norms/belonging?
Either way…….I did it. TWO YEARS AGO TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Two fuckin years. Wow.
Poor bastard.
Walker. Ian Walker, to be specific.

Yes, Friends. Walker really couldn’t have predicted what he was in for. Poor kid. A good, good kid. Hockey kid. Minister parents. East Coast Universities. Popular, GoodKidSportwriter.
Looked good on paper for him: PositivityGirl who happens to Believe in The Good of EveryBody, dogmommy, Straight-edge yogini vegan fit-girl, also a touring rockergrrl, tattooed, fit, credible and with an ambition for Everyone’s Happiness. Why the fuck not?
Right?
Welll, Ladies and Gentlemen, that Good Egg, Walker, got more than he bargained for.
We had dated only a short time before we got hitched. Plus, I was travelling/working almost RIGHT up until the wedding (I think I got home four days before?) And then we split on our honeymoon (which was the FIRST time the kid+i had spent 24hrs in a row, for more than a week, together.)
Then, we returned home to my cancer diagnosis.
That was, the Coles Notes version, of the chain-of-events.

Poor bastard. He never knew what hit him. It was just “life”.

Needless to say, the learning curve has been rather unusual. Crash course in Marriage stuff. Learning each other’s “coping mechanisms” as we went,

Walker……..ya manned up. And, here we are, still navigating “marriage”, still trying to figure it out, blindly stumbling along……but ever moving foreward.
I was in cancer treatment THE ENTIRE FIRST YEAR+A HALF of our marriage.
Lucky you.
And, still in treatment-of-sorts, and now on tour, and you being so busy with your writing……I just wanted to take this unique opportunity to tell you that I’m pretty impressed.
Nice stick-handling, kid.
You’re really becoming this league’s leading scorer.
Love and Bliss to everyone,
And to Walker: Congratulations on surviving the First Two Years of your Marriage.
Om Nama Shivaya.
Biffy
Xoxo

Namaste! Salaam! Howdydoo! Buenos Dias! And Yippie Tie-Yie-Yo from Alberta! Yeeehaw! Yes, I am sending you my energy from The Road and I trust it finds you all surrounded by positivity and abundance. :)
I am at the tail end of a seven-hour-van drive (its easier than a bus for these week-out-then-home-for-a-week-then-out-for-two-weeks-then-home-for-a-week tours). Last night I was off stage and in bed by 2:30 and up at 5am to shower+spackle before our departure. As I leave the venue immediately after the show, and the band stays to be Good Ambassadors and the crew stays to disassemble the stage, I’m only guessing they were up MUCH LATER than moi (and up just as early). Poor bastards! :(
But, MAN! Are they ever funny when they are underslept!
The van breakdown:
Jason drives. He wants to. Feels he may be “more efficient” than others, skilled with Andretti-like control of the vehicle no matter the speed. Has only “jacknifed” trailer once.
The General sits shotgun. Always. NO EXCEPTIONS. This is an unspoken and understood rule. I think it might be in The Bible. Maybe even the “old” Testament.
Christie (whom the band refers to as “Sixteen” but I still don’t know why) sits in the first bench seat as she is advancing upcoming shows and talkin’ technical riders with promoters, etc.etc. She never gets to sleep. She never complains and is always smiling. Always.
Then there’s some combination of myself, Flav, and Jacen on the next seat. Flavio is very funny in the morning. As is Jacen. PLUS its likely they are functioning on verrrrrrry little sleep.
The Diamond(Jimmy) almost always sleeps all morning on the very back bench seat. He likes sleeping very much. He looks like a young boy when he is sleeping. He does not snore. Well..not usually.
Then, last but not least: lil’ol moi.
Morning Girl.
Today, based on my crazyhair, I was given a nickname of “Screech” because I basically look just ike that kid! Nice. LOL!
As you know, I am up earlier than everyone and I likeit this way. I don’t like being late for lobbycall (in fact I prefer to always be early for everything) plus, I’m fed+watered by the time I get there (I steal a banana from the band dressingroom at every show, for the next mornin’s breakfast)
Today, the van-trailer pulled into a TimHorton’s for breakfast.
I can’t really eat ONE SINGLE THING on their menu. (Although the “timbits” look like the Indian dessert, Gulab Jamun, to me…not that I can eat that either. But I suuuuure did when I was a little kid!)
The band+crew like the coffe from there and they get doughnuts sometimes. The General likes their chili.
I guess we have a symbiotic system down. Like a little family.
Awwwwwwwww! *gush* that’s so cool, to me. I cherish the feeling. It makes my heart warm.
As we play these dates out here (and the dry, Alberta air thins the voice and clears the skin-but-chaps-our-delicate-Westcoast-lips) I am truly having such fun (like always) and I so enjoy the company of my band+crew-family.
A bunch of good eggs.
I am enjoying seeing everyone at the shows and you are all very rambunctious and lovey. I fuckin LIVE for that!!!! The whole band does! Its what we work toward every day: that night’s gig.
That time on stage erases every agonizing drive, every underslept headache, every homesickness, every hunger pang. YOU guys make it worth it. You are the present under everyday’s christmastree! You are the reward.
You.
Thank you!!!! *hugs*
I’ve put that photo on top: it was taken right before we go on stage (I think THAT one was Calgary). We are horsin’ around. Excited and anticipating headbangin, ripsnortin fun.
Like I do everyday.
And I hope to see you there.
Be well and always be strong and soft at the same time. And remember to laugh at everything. If you can’t…just remember your friend, “Screech” with the crazyhair. I will laugh with you.
And so will the band. :)
Om Nama Shivaya.
Rock-n-fuckin-roll.
Love,
Biffy
Xoxoxox

Namaste, Salaam, Sussrekall, and Bonjour to all of you! I am sending you intensity and tremendous love. Today is a special day.
It has been a year since the death of my beloved Annastasia.
Annastasia Louisa Monalisa Molinare was 10yrs old when she got her wings. When she passed away. When she died. When she kicked the bucket. When she croaked.
Anna was the truest example of a Bodhisattva. She was living for the happiness of others, every day of her life. A sweet, gentle, and sensitive little sentient being.
And, Nicklas’ wifey. Om Nama Shivaya.
Anna’s life was plagued by spinal surgeries, 6, in total. 2 ACL surgeries. God bless her, she NEVER complained. Never.
She was such an example to me. She had immense strength and the biggest, truest heart. She had all chakras open, every minute of her life.
She was a scavenger and loved to eat anything she found anywhere, anytime. LOL! (Unlike, Nicklas, who is extremely picky and skeptical with food)
Annastasia was a vegetarian.
Annastasia was NOT a vegetarian when she was on a tourbus with pizza-eatin bandmates. She was not a vegetarian when Walker would slip her bacon.
Naughty! But adorable.
Anna was afraid of children. Anna was afraid of loud noises. Anna was very prim+proper and I treated her like she was “The Princess” of the family. She smelled like a baby (whereas, Nicklas, stinks from his breath+falling out, soft little teeth!)
I was with Anna when she died. I exchanged breathing with her, as she lay there on the OR table at the emergency vet. Her eyelashes batted slowly, with every languid beat of her fading heart. I sang HareKrishna and “You Are So Beautiful to Me” softly into her ear, my tears soaking her mouth.
Ohhh, Annastasia.
She had a tumour bursting in her liver, of all things. She was FINE+RUNNING+PLAYING with Nicklas (and Chula) the day before.
Aint that JUST like life? In a FLASH-everything could change. Let’s remember this. Live IN THIS MOMENT, Loveys.
Om Hare Om.
Nicklas and I were very well-rehearsed at Anna’s absence: all her prior surgeries and subsequent hospital stays were good practice. Plus, having had a rather “adventurous” life, I am very good at compartmentalizing stressors. One of my, built in, coping skills.
I was not sad, as she died, because I was soooo grateful I took her in IMMEDIATELY when she didn’t wake up for the rice cooker shutting off (her morning routine). The vets and I all believe it “was her back, again” as it was only a matter of time we would be facing another spine surgery.
We were all very shocked to discover she had grown a secret tumour (all by herself! What a big girl!) In a short period of time.
Like my tit cancer: grew from nuthin-to-somethin in mere weeeeks!!!!!! (Weeeird!)
It was, once, suggested to me, that “our pets can ‘take our cancer’ from us”.
Frankly, I nearly blewmyfuckingbrainsout at the thought.
Plus I’m a bit of a “science” nut, and do not believe in this theory.
I would feel veryvery badly if Anna “took” my cancer on, so I didn’t have it anymore. Ummm……that thought makes me very sad (because it would be SUCH an “Anna” thing to do!!!)
I will always remember the priveledge of the life she shared with me. I will always honor her and I sit at her still-up shrine everymorning with Nick.
I touch her urn and say a prayer of gratitude for all she taught me. :)
I still haven’t even taken the tape off her urn, since the day they gave it to me (from tthe vet) because I haven’t the foggiest idea what to do with her ash.
She had no “favorite” place- she loved EVERYWHERE. Maybe I simply can’t part with it?
Today, like everyday, Annastasia lives in my heart. I love her everyminute.
Her soft-as-feathers face brushes mine with every breeze I feel on my cheek, everywhere I go. :)
Nicklas, of course, continues to be my loveydoveybabydog. He gets me through and I get him through. Lovenergy. Symbiotic synchonatic existance.
My kids. (Yes I know they are “dogs” LOL!)
I’m very grateful today.
Grateful FOR today and all it may bring.
I’m remembering Anna and I wanted to share that with you.
I will leave for the first section of our new tour, tomorrow. And I can’t wait to see everyone!!!! Fuck yeah! Raaaaawk!!!
Highest Blessings, Positivity, and Bliss to you all.
Love and Blessings,
Biffy
Xoxo

Namaste and Salaam, Salut and Hola to everyone! *cue Loverboy soundtrack* “Everybody’s Workin’ For the Weekend”.
I trust you have had a busy week, ripe with daily adventures and immense stimulation. What is there, other than our collective hopes and dreams, to motivate the drive? I am sending you energy and positivity, as ever, along your Path.
My week has been intense and busy.
I had a long-anticipated mammogram (yup- the ol’ “tit squish”) mid-week. Of course, the technicians aren’t “allowed” to give you any indication as to what the images show…..and the fact that it was rather “quick+routine”, leads me to stick to my belief that nothing is the matter. :)
I always visualize the happy outcome.
Being back at the cancerhospital was strangely insignificant for me. It is a very familiar and comfortable place. I went there with my jokes+shenanigans at-the-ready, lest I need to “ham it up” for the other people there. This effort brings me great joy, as I always hope no one is feeling scared or sad or anything.
This desire is built in to me. I can’t change it. Can’t shut it off. Can’t change it and wouldn’t want to.
Besides, laughin’s fun! LOL! Everythingeverythingeverything makes me laugh: my hair, my dog’s hair, driving among other drivers (people are soooo dramatic, non?), comedians (Lisa Lampinelli, Don Rickles, Sarah Silverman, Eddie Murphy, Martin Laurence, Russell Peters, etc.etc.), my band (they are sooo funny+tell me lots of jokes), poop (yes. I said poop. I will always think “poop stories” are funny. So sad+immature! LOL!) Just to mention a few things.
Laughter is sustinance. It can heal people, heal broken hearts, anything. Laughter is powerfulpowerful stuff. Om Nama Shivaya. :)
Sooo…
My next tests (ultrasounds+xrays) aren’t until November, because TA-DAA!
I’m coming out on tour, again, to play some shows!!!!!! *happy dance*
Next week finds us in Alberta. The next trips will then be for The Praries, and then back to Ontario+Quebec (I hope? Parce que j’adore la belle provence!)
Please keep checkin’ the tour dates because new shows are added all the time! Fucking fantastico!!!!!
I can’t wait to see everyone! *beam*
In the meantime, I seem to be shaking off a “bug” of some kind….my bones all ache like a mofo! Weeeeeird! Feels like my ribs are broken! (But I don’t have a “cough” go figure) I’m sure that I will shake it by Monday (when we are fixin to leave) I’m positive this goal will be realized, and I will feel 100% by then. Of COURSE I will. :)

As you can see (photo) my nursemaid is wee Nicklas, lying and waiting on my pillows, for me to go to bed+rest/sleep.
He is suuuuch a clown, though, as he tries to burrow under my feet and bite and bark from under the duvet! This is sheer bliss. Endless, gutbustin laughter. Love it!
I hope each and every one of you experiences some full-on, cant-help-it, bellylaughs this weekend. Life is far too funny to take toooooo seriously. Life aint”hard” as long as we keep laughing at situations and ourselves. Right?
Go on. You know you can’t stifle the laughs. Just let yourself go, and give in to the hilariousness and ridiculousnesses (is that a word? ) I am sending you lotslots of love and immeasurable laughs.
Yuk it up. Its good for you.
Om Hare Om.
Love,
Biffy
Xoxo

Namaste and Salaam howdy yo! Welcome to a fresh week, Beautiful People! I am happy to be sending you all the lovenergy from my heart, and hope you’re all feeling right-as-rain!
Yes, I am talkin’ ’bout the heinous cold/flu action (H1N1) among other virus and devilspawned bacteria that may be trying to crawl into our lives.
Newsworthiness aside, it makes me think. Yup. Wash ya hands. A LOT!
My hands, constantly chapped from washing, reminded me, today, about the luxury of it. The luxury of running water. Floride in it? Oh well. My dad’s a dentist, and he likes the floridated water for people.
We are all such lucky bastards to have the mere opportunity to wash our hands a million times a day (or whatever we are told to do regarding keeping the bugs off and prevent further contaminations).
You know, ever since that Euro tour in 95, when we would beg for a shower every-other-day, and from Italy alllll the way up to Scotland, I learned IMMENSE GRATITUDE for running, clean water.
And (I know I have told you this story before. Naw. Don’t stop me. I tell it all the time because it is true.) That fateful morning’s crappy shower in some godforsaken Welsh hostel (hostile?) When the water was so ice-cold it HURT……..
I learned how much I take water for granted in this life.
Even throughout India, in my travels, clean running water was available to ME, a Western-soft, White/desi grrl, and my countrymen have to struggle for well water.
And, today, in Vancouver, I wash and wash my chapped little hands, keeping up with the anti-virus protocall, thinking about the World and how lucky I am.
Chapped hands. I’m lucky to have em.
Lucky to have my stupid Brita pitcher in my refridgerator, with its contents just for me to drink. Lucky to have my morning shower to wash my stupid-Carol-Burnette/Ronald-McDonald curly hair. Lucky to brosse mes dents with the floridated water. Luckyluckylucky.
Om Nama Shivaya. Thanks be to Krishna.
Fuck! We are all so lucky. *beam*
As you turn on the fawcett today, remember your luck. Be happy.
And, I’ve included a recent painting (acrylic, it says “shanti”-peace) I made that is of water.
May it wash away your troubles along with any remnants of H1N1/other nasties. And, LoveyDoveys, may your week be awash in positivity and pleasure. If its raining, where you are, stand in it and stick your tongue out, like a child, and be joyful. (Or…if its not raining, stick your tongue out anyway! LOL!)
Be happy. Be confident. Be a Light.
Sai Love to you,
Biffy
Xoxo