Namaste, Sussreekall, salaam, bonjour, salut, howdy, merhaba, buenas yo!yo!yo! And hola to all of you Beautiful People. I hope wherever you are, you find your heart opening as you go through each day of life.
Om Nama Shivaya.
As we grow through life (yes…intentional placement of “grow” not “go” through life) and I think it is an important time for each of us. Why shouldn’t it be?
This week I have embarked on my writing with fever. And it is hard as you know…sometimes, writing becomes, almost, like “journaling” and it forces recollections of heinous events and I get so caught up in the details. Little things: colors, sounds,smells. My senses are tingling with pen in hand, and I get stopped in my tracks. I am currently obsessing myself with history-en-tournee and the past is rich. The tours with no door on the van (cause it broke halfway through our tour in 92 yet, for some reason, we continued without it) and all the starving. LOL!
It makes me wonder how these times are for young bands and I really feel for them. How can they stay motivated through the broken van and the lack of gas money? How did I do it? How did we, as a band (GorillaGorilla…and later, in ChromeDog) march on? (More like trudge!)
Jokes.
Shenanigans.
Stupidity and the brotherhood-of-bandmates. We survived on our fun. Truly. Bands like SHELTER were HareKrishnas. They also had their faith to get them through. But faith in themselves, as well.
And we had faith in ourselves. Faith in the show. It is intereting to me, how artists keep going on sheer faith in their art. I guess that’s how we ALL manage. Faith in ourselves.
I lose my faith through writing, occasionally, as it gets lost in waves of content.(Does that make sense?) Its like writing sad songs. When the story is sad, you feel+emote that sadness through the words and keep writing+writing until its out of you. Then you can breathe. Then you feel like you “got it out” of your system. You expressed it.
And with the young bands of today, they are no different, I’m guessing. They are driven each day toward the end goal of that day: the show.
The opportunity for self-expression. The ability to communicate in a room full of willing listeners. Its very special. :)
And with writing, I suppose the growth is there waiting to be realized on the page. Fuck! The page is everything!!! LOL!
I never thought I would actually get things on paper but I am. And it is hard for me. (Worthiness issues. Therapy, anyone?) But it has been a fruitful week filled with growth. I love that!
I am grateful.
And I was able to take this photograph on a sunny day walking Nicklas on the beach (Kits) and the blossoms are bloomin in Vancouver, despite the gongshow that currently enshrouds this little town. Its pretty nice.
And hopefully, like these blossoms, I am ready to burst in full color. And hopefully you are too!
we grow and we blossom no matter what gets us there. And that is what I always have faith in, first!
Have a great weekend, y’all. Take in the sights+sounds+smells of your surroundings and honor your own bloomingblossoming. And I will too.
Om Shanti. Peace to you. Peace to your heart.
These are the last few days of les Olympiques. Take em in and make them count for you, personally, however you stand on the concept.
I will be locked away in my budding little writing monkeymind, thinking of you all, and sending you my positivity and love, as ever. Namaste.
Love,
Biffy
Xoxo

Namaste! Salaam! Salut! Bonjour! How’s it going? What’s shakin? What’s cookin? What gives? LOL!
Darling wonderful Ones, I am very content to be writiNg this. As ever, grateful to you for reading.
My own musings and bullshit are, basically, just that.
So, thanks.
I took this photograph, yesterday, in NorthVan. It looks like pussywillow branches, but it isn’t: its tightly closed buds….waiting to burst into blossom!
Just like people.
Just like all of us, at one time or another.
I like that! I think we each (that’s you and me and even Nick) have the “blossoming” potential within us. Within our reach. We just have to have the “desire” to evolve, change, and move forward.
Seriously.
Anyone can blossom into something or somebody they aspire to. Anyone!
Determination is all it really takes, you know. You just have to believe in yourself, and neverever give up! No matter what. If you have set your mind to it, you really can do anything. ANYTHING!
I am in the hospital as a helper, today, as my dear friend has her 8TH surgery (she and I are chemo teammates!!) And I am very happy to say this will be her LAST!!! It moves me and I’m so inspired by her strength and determination. Her perseverance and positive mental attitude and her beautiful spirit kept her overcoming every obstacle put in her way. She marched forward and carried on, despite any adversity. It was unbelieveable!!!!!!
She is my hero and I am happy to be at her side through this incredible journey. Om Nama Shivaya.
I send blessings to you all from the O.R. At St.Joseph’s Hospital in beautiful Vancouver, British Columbia.
The Olympics are going on but we are here, in the Arena of Health, fighting for Gold!
And we are winning, today. :)
Fuck, yeah!!!
With infinite love and bliss,
Biffy
Xoxo

Namaste, Sussreekall, Salaam,Merhaba, and Highest Blessings,Bonjour baby!!!!! Welcome to Friday! What a glOrious week, non? It has been ridiculously eventful, in my personal life, and of course- with “Olympics”.
Obviously, Vancouver is always abuzz with “Olympic” everything. There are a lot of tourists, for sure.
I think that is very nice, honestly.
Perhaps they will contribute to our local economy by eating our local food and staying at our hotels and checking things out. Maybe they will buy some local art? Locally-made ANYTHING!!!
GIVE US BC KIDS YER MOOLAH!!!!! LOL!
We kind of need some: help with housing for people, help with healthcare,help with social programs, help our cut-Arts programs, etc. I am ever-positive, hoping that if there is a surplus of cold, hard cash resulting from Les Olympiques, it may assist reimplementing some sadly missed programs?
Or form new ones that’s primary focus is to HELP people!!!
Its basic Karma Yoga! Om Hare Om!

C’mon, WonderfulBeautiful Tourists!!!! C’mon!!! SPPPPEEENNNNNDDDDDD! LOL! CashmoneyCashmoney!!!$$$$$pleeeeeeeeze!
All joshing Aside, I am happy to be in Vancouver at this time. Nicklas is as well, as you can see from this photograph I took only yesterday morning, at Kits Point. What a lucky kid that Nick is! THIS place is his toilet!!!!!!! (Yes..I clean it up with “pottybags” tres Glamourous!!)
As for the rest of us….with a weekend looming and “so much to do” I’m sure the locals will have some fun. I am busy writing and looking forward to some upcoming events I will have more details-to-share next week, so I will keep you posted. :)

I would like to suggest everyone goes for a looooong walk over the weekend, to really get the oxygen flowing into the lungs, clear the mind. I will be on bicycle trying to figuure out the lock-situation, and trying to affix a carrying dog-pouch to the front of my detatchable basket….but I have a feeling I will be in the market for a bigger basket?
And, when you see me comin up the seawall on my blue bike with Nicklas’ wee noggin poking out, make sure you wave!!
And, lovey tourists-from-somewhere-who-must-be-wealthy-anyways-or-you-wouldnt-be-here, please THROW MONEY!!!!!! LOL!
I will disperse it to arts organizations, social housing and mental-health organizations, and…animal protection agencies, etc.
TRUST me! I will put it where ity needs to go!!!!
I hope everyone has a beautiful experience, this weekend. I am sending you energy and positivity and feelings of openheartedness, from myt soul to yours,
Love,
Biffy
Xoxo

Namaste and Salaam! Bonjour,Sussreekall,Hola,Merhaba, and Highest Love to Nodar and the Kumaritashvili Family, and to the Georgian teams+coaches+countrymen.
Words can not express how devistating a tragedy it is. We chant and pray and send you healing.
…
As for the rest of you,
My Friends, Hello! I am sending you all total positive mental energy+happiness. I wish I could send you money. LOL! For The Year of The Tiger Chinese New Year. The fact that the NewYear and Valentine’s fell on the same day is supposed to be extremely auspicious!!! Yaaaay! Hare Om, Baby! Hare Om!

I we could send the refunded-ticket holders (snowboarding/Olympics) money. The UNUSUALLY MILD-WARMEST EVER!-weather had basicallyt washed away the spectator standing-room-only stands.
Total bummer.
But honestly you can’t BLAME THE OLYMPICS GROWNUPS for the WEATHER?????
And that is what a lot of people are doing. They are BLAMING VANCOUVER, essentially. Saying WE”should haver expected to get rain” because it “rains here all the time”, etc.etc. And how we “should have planned for rain”. And people are MAD!
Wow.
Really?
Seriously? Its our fault? (The photo I’ve included at top is actually VANCOUVER THIRTEEN MONTHS AGO which was the absolute opposite “freak weather” taken from a dogwalk on SpanishBanks.)
Blame “Global Warming”. In other words: blame ya seff-Haters!!! LOL!
YOU CAN’T CONTROL THE WEATHER.
Well….I feel so sad about that. I don’t want Vancouver to be blamed for anything at all. I love this fucking place. Everyone should.
Despite its flaws+shortcomings+hiccups.
But the weather isn’t one of them. The weather is just the weather.
Volcanos don’t keep people from Hawaii.
Forest fires won’t keep us from California.
Monsoon won’t keep us out of India.
Fear-of-carbomb won’t keep you from the MiddleEast. C’mon! Its a fucking RAINFOREST!!!
Vancouver’s awesome, People!!!!! C’MON!!!!
I’m not planning to run around yappin about The Olympics for two weeks, but I am very humbled ALWAYS by athletes-n-those-who-give-their-BEST. I’m NOT going to drone on about the classism and ome of the other social-symptoms of a babycity enmeshed in World-Class-Events.
I just HAD to say something, in defense of the rain…in defense of my town.
Vancouver fucking rules. That’s all. LOL!
Now, I’m off to find Matisyahu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!*screams like a girlygirl*
I hope he plays “Unique is My Dove” (from his Youth album). I would melt.
This is a video example in case you are not familiar (though I can’t imagine).
Enjoy!!!

I hope everyone has a fantastic week! Remember to be thankful for all the activity in case it helps us become more unified as a community. (Crosses fingers). You never know: it could really trigger+motivate positive change implementation, once the
tourists have left. Think positive!!! I will!!!
And I will be sending that positivity to you all. Every minute. From the heart. Word. :)
Om Nama Shivaya.
Sai Ram.
Love,
Biffy
Xo

Namaste and Love to The Universe.
This is my Truth at this moment in my life.
I would like to express myself
And deeply appreciate this opportunity. Om Nama Shivaya.

Here goes:

Namaste, Dear Walker,
Namaste, Dear Valentine, I wish this note would find you living in your moment, at work..you, amid the hustle-n-gongshow of Olympics. I am truly happy for your experience and intimacy with the athletes. I am very proud of how honestly, earnestly,passionately, and emotionally you work.
You have always been this type of person, with integrity, and you bring that to your writing. I admire how hard you work, Walks. Really.
I wish I could write like you. (Can’t YOU just help me with my book? LOL!)
TRUTH BE TOLD:
Walker, ya got HEART!

I know you are verybusy working, and we will not see each other, or actually “do” anything for “Valentine’s Day”……but honestly, we never actually have. We didn’t have a normal first year of marriage. It was challenged from the start.
Okay….it was fucked. Lesser men would’ve turned around. And I did try to give you many “outs”, wanting you to have “more fun with someone who has less drama”……
I know that when you married me, and gave up the bevy of surfergrrls (who, admittedly, are somewhat hot) to make a commitment….I bet you didn’t count on my having cancer and stuff. It must have FUCKING SUCKED………..and I am so sorry for that….for you…my heart aches-to-dying when I think about your experience. You’re a dude. Ya don’t fess-up to the woman. Or anyone. I just want you to know I honor+acknowledge your feelings-all of them.
I bet you didn’t imagine your bride with chemo-looks, and the topsyturvy schedule of treatment, not to mention having no privacy while trying to deal.
Not to mention my making a record at the same time (which is its own emotional endeavor-trust me!)
Not to mention our navigating basically “getting to know” each other (BACON BOY VS VEGAN GIRL, for starters) and living together (which, most people don’t know, we didn’t do very long-or date that long, prior to our wedding).
And then, Annastasia died, Transcending to Nirvana, leaving Nicklas+I (and now, you) on this astral plane without her loving little eyelash kisses.

And that was just the first year.

Then when I returned to touring, I was simply gone. Physically away. Absent.
And that was like the rest of it never happened. Swept under the rug. Forgotten.
But it happened. And it happened to you+me.
And we are still navigating it all.
It is hard. Most people may have simply bailed.
Fair enough.
But we didn’t.
We still don’t. And I just want to say thanks.
Thank you for being a Big Brave Boy.
And, I know I was a Big Girl. I ALWAYS am. It takes fuckall for me…..but that’s a coping technique that requires A LOT of therapy (which I’ve never gotten).
Just because I got “my game face on” all the time, doesn’t mean I’m “strong” it just means I’m a “Pro”.
But…through THIS relationship..
I am learning lots of lessons. I am learning Patience. Learning Non-Judgment. Learning to shoot a puck straight. Learning about myself through you. Learning to “Respond” not “React”.
And you are my teacher.
I think that is pretty cool.
I know it is not my way to be all “Valentine’s” and I know its not yours……but THIS year, I actually have a question for you….seeing a how we MAY get a shot at having a “more normal relationship” and everything..
Walker……
WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?
It’d be cool, Dude.
Later,
Biffy
Xoxo

(*note to all of my LoveyduckyBeautifulPeople…”Later” is Walkerspeak for, “blessings/goodbye/gowithGod/love2you/etc” )LOL!