The World Is His Toilet

Namaste and Sussreekall!
Bonjour and Highest Blessings to everyone!!!
Yes, Lovely Angels, it is a short workweek. I trust everyone had a jampacked weekend and celebrated “Harvest Day/Canadian Thanksgiving/Columbus Day/NativeAmerican Day” with style+grace. Om Nama Shivaya. Thanks to Krishna for our blessings.

Now, its back to business, as I prepare for shows. We will be in the Praries, and I can’t wait!
Its where I cut my teeth, touring. Its like returning home.

I have been investigating the impact of tourbusses. I have been calculating the carbon footprint of it all. After much hand-wringing and debate, I am resigned to the fact that it would be better in a van. Granted, it still requires airplane travel……but I believe a fifteen-passenger van is less diabolical than a tourbus. At least, for these next shows.

It wastes less petrol.
Sometimes, it is impossible to make all the gigs on a tightly-scheduled tour……but for this round, it is alright, in my opinion.

And I’m The Mama. Word.
And as The Earth is subjected to Humankind’s Unkind Ways, (see photo of Nicklas who has no concept of how he contributes to shitting on the planet, like Humans do) I feel the contribution of emissions-from-the-tourbus-exhaust is unnecessary.
(Sorry to my band+crew, who are forced to suffer-through my sociopolitical leanings).

When I was a wee lass, we toured extensively throughout North America+Europe in all manner of vehicles. We were even (what we considered) lucky enough to rent the “D.O.A. Milktruck” at one point (regarded as a very high honor). One time, we toured in a van up+down the West Coast of North America, that had NO SIDE DOOR! LOL!

We slept in our van. Slept on flea-riddled floors. Slept in promoter-provided “band houses” (and even one time, a band-house that led to a heinous scabies infestation!) I even once toured with a fellow who insisted on meeting+seducing girls, and begging them to “put us all up for the night”. Good grief! (A heartfelt “thankyou” to them, especially a select few in Los Angeles who, not only continued to house us, tour-after-tour, but who also fed us and allowed us access to her hot tub!!!xoxoxox!)

Yes, Loveies, those really were “The Good Ol’ Days”. I romantisize (supersize?) Every heinous detail. There truly are a million stories in “The Naked City”, so-to-speak.

I’m grateful for my double-decade touring history. I’m happy to have started out in my babyskatepunk band, in an old Ford Econoline, sleepin’ on the bass amps-in-the-back-of-the-van, listerning to Shelter and Minor Threat, spewing our idealism and skateboarding every gas station at every pee-stop.
And thus, I feel empowered still, hammering the prarie highways with my boys, spewing my idealism and thriving and living for the nightly gig.

Fuck yeah!

Like crime, touring is in one’s blood. In one’s soul. An indescribeable drive to play for the people kind enough to attend.
Gone are the immediate joys of sellin’ demo-tapes out of the back-of-the-van, but the rest of the rewards are ever constant.
I’m very much looking foreward to these next shows (snow+icy roads, and all!)
I am packing my skidoo boots+touque, lest the weather become unhappy.
I don’t think I will ever outgrow (grow up?) The Tours.
Wouldn’t want to. Can’t. Love it because I love your little shining faces. *beam*
Have a stellar week, Beautiful People. Be mindful of your wee carbon footieprints. Be empowered by your past. And be happy for The Now.
These may very well be “The Good Ol’ Days”.
See you at the gig!!!!!!!
Om Nama Shivaya, Om Sai Love….
Love,
Biffy
Xoxo

Namaste, Salaam, Highest Blessings and Bliss to you all.
Welcome to Canadian Thanksgiving Weekend. “observed the 2nd Monday in October”, It is kind-of-supposed-to-be-a-celebration-of-harvest. First Nations celebrated the harvest, long before anyone else came here. Traditional “harvest” festivals, all over the world, were about being “thankful” for what we were blessed with. Om nama Shivaya.

We have many blessings, all of us. Starting with our MINDS and the vast opportunities we have to use them. Our minds are amazing! (but dont hurt your brain thinkin’ about it too much…existentialists notwithstanding!)
And our BODIES are blessing each and everyone of us on a daily basis. Pumpin blood, beatin’ hearts, poopin, talking, blinking, even typing on keys.
and….eating.

Be happy. You have food.

Om hare Om. Take a minute to really ponder it. We are such luckylucky bastards. Remember that and remember those who are hungry. (if you see them, GIVE THEM HALF YOUR FUCKING SANDWICH FOR GODSSAKE!) *note:this digression is a whole other blog but until then, dont let me catch you ignoring the dude outside the skytrain station…I get it if you dont want to give him your “spare change”..but give him your apple. You can get another one.)

The thing that kinda blows about Thanksgiving is the whole “turkey” thing.
I wont preach to you about “turkey murder” …..but I just think that, perhaps, it is a bit passe? Bit of a snore? (okayokay…as well it is an excuse to massacre all the loveydoveyturkeys)
May I offer a suggestion? Pizza? LOL! Or Popcorn? (or anything you usually enjoy?)
I’ve included a photograph that includes an easy recepie for “Daily Salad” that can be modified to your own taste.
I get that it’s “traditional”(a habit) to do the “turkey thang”, so i would love to invite you to click on this link I found:
http://www.vegcooking.com/holiday-faux.asp

It may be helpful in offering some alternatives.
Of course, PETA may also be of great assistance to you. :)
Yo! I’m just here to provide info. LOL!
I do feel extremely grateful, as always, for everyday…for Nicklas, for my family+friends, for every scrap of food I am fortunate enough to eat, for my abilities and even for my shortcomings..and vices like naughtyBubbleGum (and EVERY day is a “new” day with a clean slate and a fresh opportunity NOT to batter my teeth with evil gum!). I am grateful and give Thanks for YOU fine people. Om Shanti to you. You fucking rule, as ever.
I am very grateful and thankful to live in a nice town where things are, basically pretty chill.
Unless I go walk my sandwich-pal-from-the-skytrain-station home…..and I discover- he IS.
Be Thankful for what you have.
Gratitude will keep you happy.

Big lovey hugs,
Om hare Om,
Biffy
xo

Namaste! Salaam! Yo! Yo! And Howdy-Ho to you Beautiful People! May your week be exciting and blissful!
I have to thank everyone for sending us good wishes for this past weekend’s CIBC Run For The Cure!!! It was phenominal and beautiful to be a participant for the second year in a row! The weather was perfect and there were thousands and thousands of people running+walking (and a lot of dogs!!!!!……no, I did not take Nicklas because it is too far for his little legs, and it was too sunny for a grouchywhitepuppy).
I will do it, again, next year! :)

I wanted to share with you my photo from…ta-da! HIP HOP CLASS! LOL!
Yes, Ducklings, I grew up (as many of you know) in a family that encouraged my dance training. From 3yrs of age I studied ballet. Like many girls, once the “en pointe” classes started, and I was not “lithe” enough to be a prima ballerina, I moved into “jazz ballet” by 12, and studied until I discovered D.R.I. And skateboards and leather jackets (and smoking-naughty!naughty!) By 16yrs old. Duh!
I alwys had a great time, but, as is my calling in life: I was the “class clown” and many of my instructors didn’t appreciate my constant horseplay and class disruptions.
Over the years, through touring and travelling, I could never really resume training full time.
Plus I was in martial arts and yoga and never had the time.
Wellllllll…….Walker enrolled me in a workshop and I have to tell you it is so fun!
Obviously, I’ve missed many classes because this fall I’ve been touring. But when I DO go to class (with the 50 other dancers- who are all “Good”) I laugh the whole time! Mainly because I am a complete, flailing idiot (see photo!)
As you can clearly see- everyone is stepping when I sashay (the opposite direction! Duh!) And my hair is bigger than all of us!!!!!!!! Har! Har! Har!
It is sooo much fun and, though I certainly won’t be a contestant on “So You Think You Can Dance” anytime soon, I have a very blissful experience. Om Nama Shivaya.
I have been showing Flavio, Jacen, and Jason my HipHoppin’ and they, basically, stare-blankly, and try not to laugh too hard.
My favorite song to bust a move to is, well, “It Takes Two” (Rob Base+DJ E-Z Rock)!!!!!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ma_lrVE3uo&feature=related

How FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hope everyone has an awesome week filled with excitement and adventure and fun……
And remember: bustin’ a move makes you feel good (just like full-on bangin’ yer head- only different!!!!)
Move your beautiful, miraculous bodies. It will make you feel good. :)
With love and blessings from my heart,
Biffy

Namaste and Sussreekal to everyone! I wish you all the Highest Blessed Superbeautiful experiences, as we all enter good ol’ October! Everyday is Thanksgiving, and every night is Halloween, in my books! Om Nama Shivaya!
Home for a few days, in between tour dates, I am rejuvinating with fury (if that makes sense?). The leaves are starting to blanket the sidewalks, and the rain has been nice (but ONLY because its not too cold, yet!).
This Sunday, is the annual RUN FOR THE CURE!!! www.cibcrunforthecure.com and I am very excited to see everyone, there! I’ve included a photograph from LAST year’s run (see above) when I put Nicklas in Annastasia’s pink sweater (which THIS year may not fit Mr.Chubbyboy! LOL!)
Last year I did not have hair!!!!!!!!! (As opposed to this year, as I really do look like Screech!) Last year, I didn’t feel very good. Last year, I was trying to finnish the record in between chemo+radiation. Last year, I couldn’t imagine what would transpire “next”.
And here we are, Beautiful People.
Wow. Fuckinwow!!!!

I am very grateful to be here, on about a million levels. Om Hare Om.
Life is pretty funny. One never knows what it will bring. I love surprises! LOL!
And I love you guys. *beam*
I hope everyone has an amazing weekend. Kick up your heels, party, eat nummy treats, hug your friends, call yer Mom, inhale deeply, and fully LIVE every moment! Live in the NOW and know that the “present” is a PRESENT.
Rock out with your cock out! (Its just a saying, Mom!) And by all means: love yourself today!
Fuck, yeah.
Om Shanti to you, and Blessings always..
Love energy from my heart,
Biffy
Xoxo