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So I landed in El Paso Texas and had to make the trek across state line to New Mexico, in order to get to Las Cruces. My silly air line didn't fly there. More of them later. As I started to shove all of my stuff into my *mini van* that they rented me (nothing says Punk Rocker like a mini van...) I got my first taste of why some Americans are scary. A car cut off another car in the parking lot and a woman got out and waved her arms around trying to hit the other car screaming "You Stupid Mother-(something-you-can't-say-on-radio)!!!!" And I thought, for a split second, of going back in the air port and flying home. But then instead I got into my air-conditioning-impaired mini-van and drove off into the blistering heat. Yay! |
| Then I drove from El Paso Texas to Las Cruces Nex Mexico, without a map. That was surprisingly easy. You see I meant to get a map somewhere along the way, but since the airline fed me one glass of water and one bag of prezils per flight instead of food (that makes 3 times too much salt in my system for one day) I was quite hungry and just wanted to get to my hotel and eat. | ![]() |
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Check out all the desert, wow, lots of sand and hotness out there. When I got in it was 104 degrees. I was informed it was
"Pretty cool out there today, just you wait until tomorrow missy!" It was 109 when I performed! I was also informed that they could "hardly hear your CanADIAN accent". I replied by saying: "I know, eh?" |

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This is my hotel on the ouskirts of town. I was informed numerous times that "life is great at super 8". And I mean, how could
it not be? The merch people from The Offspring were staying there with me, along with a million kids that were going to also hit the tour for a day.
If only I could have figured out how to use the AC in my room. Little did I know it's customary to turn off the AC when the guest arrive, so that you have to turn it on yourself if you want it. So when I got there it was freezing, but in the middle of the night it was very hot. Interesting philosophy.... Both hotels I stayed on my trip did that. Both? Yes, BOTH. More on that soon.... |
| And who are these amazing looking people? They are the super kids! My amazing team of promoters that helped me get some butts
in front of the stage where I played. They tirelessly wrote out my stage name and set time on the back of hundreds of TanyaJanca.com stickers
so that I could hand them out to the throngs of young people waiting in line to get in. Thank you, thank you super kids! |
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And who is the beautiful young woman you might ask? This is Shanon, the Stage Manager for the Kevin Says Stage. Not only did she manage me wonderfully, but she fed me peanut butter sandwiches and gave me hugs and encouragement. She also imformed me that I don't suck and am actually pretty decent. I feared that after all of the bands that we had made fun of together all day that I might become a casualty to such things, but apparently I am entertaining after all! She even extended my set by one song, which is a big deal. Or it was to me at least. Yay for Shanon and peanut butter & jam! |
| And here are the guys who made me sound good. The first sang along to the Shaft theme song for sound check and played romantic music all day long in-between the bands. Good times. I told him Barry White was where it's at. The other gave hugs and shared food, which is equally awesome. When I left for the day, and they found out I was not continuing the tour with them for a few weeks, one said "But how can you leave me like this????" It's good to be loved. :) | ![]() |
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The Kevin Says Stage Team in action!
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The tent I chilled at. |
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I drank 10-12 bottles of water so I wouldn't pass out. It worked! |
But that didn't stop me from getting a wicked sun burn! |
Tough Girl |
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Fancy foot work, enough said. |
The glasses eventually slid off my face... |
The 'Lip Bite' illustrates extreame concentration. Or confusion over all the dancing punks. Never had dancers before... I've decided I like dancers. |
Hot Topic Stage, that's my stage... And there's me. |
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