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Now this truck was packed with gear, anything that made a sound was taken on the road. Weapons T-shirts and A camping stove. All I knew was that the opening act was from JAPAN and their name was Melt Banana! We had been there a day early, hung out with two members of Hammer Head It was cold. Fuck was it cold. Winter tour! So we wuz at the show, waited all day fer the friggin 'Jap' band to show up. Testing out gear, trying to get our shit together. Ten T-shirt designs, underwear, records, stickers, Fuck a marvelous feat at work. What a circus! The first three shadows were just chaos. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well the Japanese band shows up. Cool; they talk to Trey very Briefly, then Trey is pulled back to work. Everyone was way busy, all I had time to do was find the next mission to be ran. All those Japanese people are so damn polite. Well to my surprise they were all cute. Two girls and Two Guys. They were all so darn cute. Especially the boys. These old farmers love those Asian boys. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE First night was hell. About 2000 people and all kinds of merchandise cash flow. This kid tried to steal A dozen T-shirts and the Girls of MELT BANANA saw him. They pointed to him and tapped me on the shoulder. It took me a few minutes to understand what they were saying, but they pointed him out and I hunted him down. Stabbing at a pile of t-shirts he tried to pull through the merchandise fence. I screamed for everyone to back up. I had the Nuge Watch the stand as I went after the John Doe; who would have stole. Knife in hand I screamed at this kid, told him I would just as soon kill him then throw him out. I put the knife back in my overalls and went back to the booth. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Just to say that the start of Melt Banana and Smelly was very violent. FUCK -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Minneapolis Madison Chicago Detroit Toronto Boston New York Washington DC Philadelphia Raleigh Athens New Orleans Austin Dallas Tempe San Diego Los Angeles PortLand Vancouver Seattle San Francisco San Francisco Oakland -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- T-SHIRT CRASH -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next show was Madison Wisconsin, We were late, fever was rabid already during this Mr. Bungle tour. Patton Jumping down all of our throats. Red necks 1 Mr. Bungle 1. Load in was late, Thanks Lauren, So we set it up, as the rest were scrambling for stage rights and lefts I was counting the T-shirts, which became my favorite thing to do on tour. FUCK! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So I loaded Ten Boxes on a roll chart and pushed it out the truck, down the Truck ramp and then Down the cement ramp. Todd NUGENT and I just started to laugh. But as the minute we laughed the terror began. RIKA the Melt Banana bass player squeaked out of the stage door. Here this chart with about 385 pounds of T-shirts comes barreling down the run way at her. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now this lit up our eyes, Todd and I ran as fast as we could, I kept trying to jump in front of it, neither of us could catch this run away box car. They Eyes of fear started to grow in all three of our eyes. I could see Rika's Pupils get bigger as the box came crashing down. It was to late. We couldn't stop it. The littlest victim was just taking, Our First physical damage was done. Thou there was many more to follow. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The ten boxes smashed her against the steal doors. 385 pounds against 70 pounds of flesh.It was like a ten minute dream; that was a ten second skit in real life. I asked her if she was all right? She was shocked, But Was not hurt! Amazing enough this little 'JAP', blasted right back, her tai chi won the virtue of flesh verses traveling weight. WOW -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Later on I asked her if she was okay? Was there any Bruises? She said no. I apologized over again. I was in shock now. I couldn't believe she stood tall to the T-shirt wall of death. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When their set was on I asked Todd if he would sell t-shirts so I could watch them. I was just astounded by the sure speed of this little tick like women. She was like a machine gun slinger, like a little 'JAP' brothel wore with a tommy gun as a bass guitar. They were really weird. Total thrash, squeaky vocals, fast drums and not one guitar chord at all. FUCK! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I couldn't make up my mind, I like to give bands some time to sink in. I through Lauren a dat tape recorded the set. I liked it enough to record it. Well I had to go back to work and I would have tonight to talk with them and tomorrow in Chicago to see them play. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We were late again, I feel like shit I knew where we should of been. Chicago is easy to get around in. I watch Melt Banana do sound check. Assume. Rika was on the floor playing her Tommy Guns as fast as any human could. This huge P.A. towered over her as she slugged away at the rounds in her machine gun. Just a site I will remember always. Tiny little chic with a super huge P.A. over her head. Loud as fuck, Lauren was tweaking this surround sound system. GO GO GODZILLA. Watched them play their set a bit, in between Mr. Bungle jobs. Latter this Night I spent much time we talking with them. Agata was sick and they were very shy. I was really starting to warm up to them. Well as if they had a choice in this matter. they were stuck with me and I was stuck with them for thirty days or so. The Chicago locals were fawning over them, skin graft was to be their new record label. They did Melt Banana T-shirts for the. I was Hitting a 100 and they were just worried about getting their shit together. The Fucking tour was in full swing now. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I spent a short time in Battle Creek; then headed to Detroit. Tonight I had a room full of old school friends. Jim from Bob's bar was even their. Melt Banana said; This song is called Dick, Dick everywhere. Well that wasn't the title, but that is what we all heard. With My tamed mid western accent, that's what I heard. The rest of the kids couldn't make it out. But it was Speak, Squeak, Creak everywhere or sneak creek ..... what ever. They rocked out. I was way tiered by now, been on the road up fer daze, I can never sleep the first five days of touring. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Canada Sucks! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Snow in the morning, Cold all day. We left Melt Banana behind in Detroit. They were saying that they couldn't play in Canada. Some big excuse. What ever get your buts over their and tell them your tourist. We grabbed all the merchandise, Guitars and drum parts. Crossed over with no Problem. Arrived at the club for hours before Melt Banana got there. Mr. Bungle were saying they wouldn't make it across the border. Well those Kids from Japan did, they showed up just about two minutes before the doors were to be opened. There was some talk with the club owners about Melt Banana and Canadian laws. Once again fuck'em; If melt banana doesn't play then neither will Mr. Bungle! Toronto sucks! Both Agata and YaSuKo were sick. They keep wearing these face mask, they look cool, always cover your mouth and it freaks people out. Cool, I start to pledge my work for Melt Banana on this date. I help them as much as I can now. Sort of a time thing. If it doesn't get in the way of mr.bungle then I'll do it. No back stage, a room outside then up the stairs. Agata is real sick, I lead them to the stage. The crowd is Thick, I'm yelling get the Fuck out! get the Fuck out! People move aside as we push through the dense crowd. Melt Banana half sick, plug in and ignite. Fuck they Blaze tonight, Yasuko was a bit nervous. But they stoked the big old CANADUH crowd. After the set the go rest in the shity back office, outside and up the stairs. The food sucked, Canada sucks and The Japanese are sick. Great start of this wonderfully packed tour. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day is Thanks Giving, we have the day off. I ask If I can drive the Melt Banana band in their rental card. Mr. Bungle says it's cool so off we were. Rika climbed in the equipment truck and I drove the little jap car. When we got to the border we switched, i got back in the rider truck and Rika in the rental car. Crossing back to the U.S.A. was no hassle for either team. Mr. Bungle crossed then boogied down the road to Theo's friends in Albany New York. So Melt Banana and the crew And now Willie are all hanging out at Niagara falls. It is butt frigg'n cold, but we hang. Lauren returns to Canada buy beer. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He returns, we climb in for a 3 hour cruise to Theo's Thanks giving feast. I talk to Sudoh and Yasuko a lot, Agata will rest on this ride. We see several deer and we point out all the animals, When we arrive we see a Huge raccoon, I follow it very slowly and it just watches us. Melt Banana and I were having to much fun. I teach Melt Banana what thanks giving in America is all about. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I tell them that Thanks giving is the celebration of White man Raping the Indians after they had taught us how to grow Corn. Giving thanks to god for letting us kill the Indians, burn their villages and rape their mothers. I think they understood my situation completely. We arrived to this fabulous spread, There were already about 16 people here, Our troop was 17 people strong. We eat until our bellies popped out. There was so fucking much food. It was a very warm and wonderful experience. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- East Coast -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Boston; I have had good shows here. Not always but 75% of the time. My back was sore today, Stood up in the truck on the way from Albany. Got there just in time. Melt Banana arrived, I took Agata Right up stairs to the back room to rest and eat. Melt Banana were probably the best I had ever seen them this night. The Audience was rude, they wanted Mr. Bungle to Play, YaSuKo was hot, she told the crowd to get the FUCK out. Don't like us, then leave.The crowd then cheered in her favor. When Mr. Bungle was on stage, both Rika and YaSuKo were sitting with me at the t-shirt table, they screamed like little girls watching the BEATLES. It was totally to weird for me. They spent a lot of time at the T-shirt booth on this tour. They have the heart and soul of appreciation for their fans and friends. Boston brought out a lot of the cruisties, some of the head room recording artist were in attendance. Later back at the cheap hotel, we eat dinner with melt banana and Patton while the others went out to party at cheers. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We were up early this morning, The crew and Melt Banana traveled together on most of this trip. I drove the little car and Rika was in the truck again. I talked a lot with Sudoh, while Agata and YaSuKo rested up on this drive to New York. Lauren headed right over the George Washington bridge, right toward New Jersey. What a fucking jerk. I knew he was lost. I wanted to bail and go the right way but I had pledged my allegiance to Mr. Bungle and their gear. Finally we arrive in New York City and the club was locked up tight. We stashed all of Melt Banana's valuable items in the Rider truck. At last we were in the Nasty Apple! The first thing I did was take melt Banana to time Square, bought them a hand full of shity pretzels. They wanted to eat some food, but I had to get back to the truck and unload. They were trying to teach me some kind of Asian song, I bailed on the song, went back to the club. Melt Banana eat some lunch. Then arrived for sound check. The Lime Light should be called the Lame Light.They totally shafted Melt Banana on drinks and food. I had to through a hissy fit to get them some drinks. They didn't want much just some juice and water. I pushed Rika around on my four wheel mover's chart, both of us got dizzy and had fun, Agata rested up some more , then they blazed a most brilliant set. If it wasn't for the lack of a good club I would of really loved this set tonight. But when the club stinks, it is hard to enjoy anything. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We had a day off. Patton told us about a MEAT restaurant, He took a break from recording a project with the Jewish Princes and meet Smelly and Melt Banana over at the steak house. It was a great fucking meal. The beef melted in your mouth. The six of us were feasting on two inch T-bones. A $320.00 food tab and we were off to sleep. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Off to Washing D.C., The crew wanted me in the truck today, reasons unknown? But fuck it. We were first, Melt Banana were next and then Mr. Bungle. YaSuKo and Sudoh asked me if i could find YaSuKo's sisters house. I jumped in their rent a car and drove right to it. They all seemed to be down in spirits today. They were fighting among them selves. I asked them not to fight and I would clean up the mess. I can understand their emotions well, but their language I do not understand at all. It was a bit rough for them, Agata has been sick for some time now. It was starting to show on all of their faces. After some time, we finally got inside the apartment. I spied a computer, touched the mouse and It was loaded with aol. I showed Melt Banana some of the postings about them on this tour. Sent some mail, then left to go back to the club! Tonight was a small club, small stage and small P.A., Melt Banana took the crowd by surprise. Those P.C. assholes loved these quaint little Japanese people. The set was good, but They seemed tired tonight. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Philly is always a fun place. The Cosmic Commander of Wrestling is with us tonight. Melt Banana take a few photos with him.The crowd was hostile, yeah I love that, they gave Melt Banana a lot of shit, but it didn't seem to bother them at all. The next morning there was snow on the ground. We stayed in a fancy hotel, 11 th floor. So the snow was good packing, I was up early and when Melt Banana came out side. I started a snow ball fight with them. I hit two strangers, but I don't care. Sudoh and the rest joined in and we turned the fight toward Mr. Bungle. Snow ball fights are the best. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two days off the Reliegh. I decided to get drunk, just cause I was bored. Fucking Lauren was such a prick he wanted me in the van, but would not let us drive. Fuck him, I'll get drunk. We got some cheap motel and went out to eat. I was an asshole, I stuck a fork in Rika's arm. Started spilling wine and water on purpose. Just pissing everyone off! There is a dark side to everyone, I wanted to show mine to YaSuKo, they didn't like it to well. Melt Banana seemed very confused by all of this, they kept calling me drunk Papa. Okay, cool, I had one to. Drunk dad. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Reliegh tonight. Melt Banana try to cheer me up, they do a great job at it to. I really like them by this time. I poisoned my body with alcohol, there is nothing any one can do. I'll be okay in a few days, DAZE! Another small club, I'm missing Karen a lot by this time, Roxanne to. Melt Banana were great tonight, Small clubs do them right. The people who ran the club were very nice. My friend Brian Walsby showed up. He liked Melt Banana a lot more then Mr. Bungle. I had Brian draw a picture of me drunk, it was cool looking, I gave it to Melt Banana to take home with them. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Athens Georgia Small mall strip, we walk up and down it very many times. Mr. Bungle is still mad at me. Melt Banana are very hungry for Asian food, well not in Georgia I say. So we eat pizza. Melt Banana are received very well at tonight's show. I try to sleep but I can't. I tell Melt Banana no matter what happens from here on out, that I enjoyed their company and their music. The seem sad for me. Mr. Bungle wants to fire me for getting drunk the other night. Oh well, like I care. Melt Banana have blew them off stage all most every night on this tour. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- New Orleans, Tonight Melt Banana play Sweet home Alabama it sounds very strange. I have had a blast with them. They are bunch of fun loving kids, who were lucky enough to get a Mr. Bungle support spot. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Austin Texas, I got my Friend Tim Kerr to come down and see Melt Banana, he loved them. They played well. They were real loud tonight. Austin is an easy town to play for. Tim liked Melt Banana better then Mr. Bungle. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dallas Texas, Cool club, Nice neighborhood, I worked the stage tonight with Melt Banana another crowd that was harsh to Melt Banana. They sounded great tonight. Like a machine gun going off. Mr .Bungle Got a bad trip on the rider. They gave us girly socks, so Loreen gave them to Melt Banana. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tempe Arizona, A fucking way shity club. With a shity view of the stage. Melt Banana Got a speeding ticket in Texas. Hauled down to the jail house rock to pay the fines. Melt Banana and Smelly ate dinner together. The restaurant next door to the club. It was good, but I think Melt Banana hated it. Shity pizza is an American way. At the club I was selling T-shirts all night. I was outside and the show was inside. I could hear everything but I was still outside. We had a food fight with the left over back stage deli crap. We took a lot of the drinks. I cleaned house on drinks for the truck. Mr. Bungle started to break down a lot this night. But Melt Banana were still hungry for Rock and Roll. It was a short Drive to San Diego. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- West Coast San Diego California, Yes! We are back in our home state now. I slept most of the Drive I was in the Mr. Bungle equipment truck again. Melt Banana were on their own. Melt Banana got a surly crowd tonight. They wanted to see Mr. Bungle. Yasuko told them to Get the Fuck Out. Cool, chick is very tough. Traveling with Mr. Bungle has hardened them. Melt Banana was on and I was at the t-shirt booth. I could not see them, but I heard them very well. after the show Danny from Mr. Bungle took them to stay at his Parents house. very Unruly crowd but the Banana's held there own well. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Los Angels well Al right rock city u.s.a. Wrist bands, 38.25% of t-shirt sales and a six foot barrier. I called king Buzzo and Talked to his answering machine. I did not think he was in town. Hitomi showed up from Tokyo last night and now she is the fifth wheel with Melt Banana. Willie's mom and dad were here tonight. I ate dinner with Melt Banana, I had frog legs at a Tai food place. Melt Banana were great tonight. They had many friends her too. At the end of the night I had to force them to leave. I drove their little rent a car and Todd NUGENT drove the equipment Truck. We had a day off so all of Melt Banana and the crew went to S.F. and stayed with me. Melt Banana love my dog, so does Hitomi, Roxanne is in heaven. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Portland Oregon, The weather was real rough, total wind and rain storm. We got there a day early. Hung out in the storm weather. Tried to have fun. Todd and I went to a movie. Later that day when Melt Banana showed up at the club, the wind was blowing harshly. Sudoh got his hand crushed by a ten foot steel door. The wind blew it, I mean slammed it shut and he had his hand in the way. OUCH! Man I did not think he could play after that one. They were great again. It was coming to a close and personality's started to get sad or exactly the opposite, very glad. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vancouver Canada, At this point I stopped taking daily journal notes. Joe Preston was with us now. He can be really great or really bad. It was that Japanese band can not play again trip. Well fuck you! Mr Bungle put down their foot and the Melt Banana group played again. They crossed the border by them self. Was way easier for them, then if they would have tried with the truck or the van. There was an opening band, they sucked. Melt Banana was super tonight. I remember that Yasuko was drunk, She was sad that the tour was coming to an end! They did some way cool improv. Todd NUGENT And I put her on our shoulders and carried her off the stage. They were fun in the back room, giggling and laughing out loud. The club tried to treat them like shit, but I would not let them. I made sure they got drinks and socks and all the junk rock stars get. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Seattle Washington, Small club no barriers and the shit hit the fan. Joe sold t-shirts for me tonight. I worked the stage for Melt Banana and they were tired but the tour was almost over. They did great, but were starting to show the road in their faces. After the show I was going to return with Melt Banana to S.F. or drive the Equipment truck straight back. Melt Banana turned in their rental jap car and flew to s.f. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chameleon, San Francisco California. Melt Banana are with out Mr. Bungle tonight. It was PLAINFIELD gear they were to use tonight. Gram pa showed up and I kicked his ass all over the side walk. It was a bit weird for Melt Banana to see me fight. But I had to do it. Gram pa just showed up at the wrong time. I don't Know what Melt Banana sounded like, I missed most of their show. They called the cops on me. The club did. So I ran, and gave the keys to Todd NUGENT. I hope that the show was good. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- San Francisco, Filmore. Last Mr. Bungle show and Melt Banana were very sad that the tour was ending. They played great. It was like a well rehearsed show by now. The same Talking in between songs, the same lines. "We Are Melt Banana", "From Tokyo Japan", It was like a broken recording, That is if you just saw thirty shows. They Did a noise jam with Mr. Bungle and that went on for about 20 minutes after the Mr. bungle encore. I ran up on stage with a mask and tried to assault Mr. Bungle. Now the tour is done and good byes were sad. A very sad Melt Banana. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Big Good Bye Oakland California, It was Todd NUGENT and I. We had a mission to finish this Melt Banana tour. This would be there very last American show. PLAINFIELD gear was loaded and off we went. The oakies at the bar said we could run the door. So we did. We pocketed 100 bucks off the top for Melt Banana. I ran the door and Todd NUGENT ran the stage. It was a very good, fare well show. The songs were the same and the speech was the same. I really loved these Japanese dolls. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now the tour is really over and I have fallen in love with this noise/grind band from Tokyo. They will spend a few more days with me. We shop and eat. Talk and rest. I drive them to the airport say good bye, I wonder if I will ever see them again.? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well things have changed. Melt Banana and Smelly have a nurtured relationship. Looks as we are going to tour again. Fall of 1996. October 20 1996 to December 5 1996. Just smelly and Melt Banana. I can not wait to see them, Nether can Roxanne! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (end page 1 - melt.html)