shit has been crazy and i think it’s time for me to chill out. i’m tired. my body is tired. my mind is tired. i think i’m gonna take a vacation from things for a while. got to get ready for PARTY BUS and a visit to some old friends and some new friends in may.

even though the week isn’t completely over yet… here’s the week in review.

MONDAY
worked and then went to the zombie lounge to collect party bus money. we’re pretty much all paid up which means the bus is going to fucking rule and i’m not gonna have to fork over any money to cover empty spots. made it an early night cause i knew tuesday was going to be crazy.

TUESDAY
Early morning which i don’t mind most of the time. I did actuially get a good night sleep which was good. Work wasn’t too bad. After work i went over to san marcos to set up for the new dj gig i got. The Blvd Back Bar is kinds small and chill which is exactly how i like my bars. Once i got everything set i just chilled until people started showing up. We pulled in about 50 people or so which is great for a tuesday night. they want us to come back and rock every tuesday wich is fine by me. more free drinks i get the better. only thing that sucked was getting home at like 3 in the morning.

WEDNESDAY
woke up at like 11 so it’s looking like the sleepless nights are over for the most part. worked till 9:30 and went home. PDX came over and we drank some beers and just chilled. it’s always fun chillin with PDX. I think i was in bed by like midnight. not all that exciting of a day but a good one.

THURSDAY
Probably the best day of the week. Got up a little early so i could have enough time to take care of things. Stopped by Merch Lackey to drop off Corsairs CDs and also the Fuckin Dirty shirts. After that i just went up to lou’s so i could get everything set up for the Hellacopters/Nebula signing. When i pull into the driveway Tony says, “you got to go down to the casbah and pick up the hellacopters. they can’t drive the bus back up north.” I’m thinking, “kick ass. this is going to rule.” but also thinking, “fuck. i drove up here for nothing.” needless to say this is where things got epic. i drove down and met up with the label rep. we needed to each take 4 guys, 5 guys in hellacopters and 3 in nebula, so we met at the bus to get things going. Get on there and the nebula guy says they aren’t going cause they didn’t even know they were apart of it. only 4 of the hellacopters can make it cause one guy had food poisoning. so i take kenny, the bass player, and the rep goes and picks up nick and robert and boba is with family and is getting dropped off. Kenny and i go and get some pizza before getting to lou’s and when we get there all my buddies are there to greet us. nice sized turnout for the signing. after i take all the guys back to the casbah i go to dinner with jordan and elvia at turf club. so fucking good. jason comes over and we head down to the casbah for the show. ONE OF THE BEST SHOWS I HAVE EVER SEEN. Got to hang out and shoot the shit some more with kenny and robert after the show. then jimmy and his crew and jason and i go to the super 8 motel and party. I didn’t get home till 5 in the morning. haha. good times for sure.

FRIDAY
woke up at noon and didn’t really do much. worked on the lou’s site and messed around on the internet all day. i needed to relax and save my energy for saturday.

SATURDAY
worked at 9 but didn’t wake up till 9. forgot to turn on my alarm clock. hahah. work was pretty good. went by kinda slow though. after i went strait to jason’s house and began to rage. i had a constant buzz going from 7:30 till the time i went to bed. haha. i taped up sheena’s butt, claimed her boob with a sharpie and just had a great time. saw a lot of people i have not seen in a while and no real drama. i was looking forward to sleeping on the comfy couch all by myself but my company was more than welcomed. i think i like sleeping wrapped up in another person WAY more than by myself. keeps things warm with 2 people’s body heat.

SUNDAY
had to work an extra 30 min today cause chuck is out sick. don’t mind it, but i’m tired and hung over. i got the biggest headache ever. sheena visited me at work which was a most excellent surprise. i miss getting to hang out with her. i think when i get home i’m going to watch sopranos and then fall asleep. i already know i’m gonna have a crazy week coming up. here is a brief look… dj @ zombie on monday, EofDM at RIMAC (maybe) and DJ @ Blvd on tuesday. i know i got some other stuff but i don’t really remember.

well, not really. but the sleep fairy is avoiding me and it’s pissing me off. i hope tonight i can get a really good night’s sleep. i’ve needed one for a while.

ok, week in review time.
monday
worked. dj’d at the zombie. good times were had as always. got a few more people paid for party bus. yes, it’s full. yes, if you’re on the list i have with me every monday and you don’t pay by april 1st you loose your spot.

tuesday
work went by really fast. Matisyahu stopped by lou’s to do a signing and it went very smoothly. he’s very quiet, gentle and just a cool guy. signed an autograph for everyone that came by. people like that are great. after work i went to the zombie with wendy to talk about monday nights. got kinda wasted but it was a good way to wind down from the crazy day at work.

wednesday
“hump day” for most people but it’s my friday. don’t really remember what i did wednsday. i know i worked but other than that i think i just went home and went to bed. hmmmm….

thursday
got up kinda early and visited merch lackey. they are doing the online sales for thee corsairs now so i had to drop off some cds. looks like we’re actuially selling product which is rad cause we never did before. online sales rule. i also had to drop off the artwork for the new company PDX and i are working on. came home and worked on the lou’s website the rest of the day. watched the kings get their ass kicked. m came down in the evening and we watched “return to oz” which is still a really fucked up movie.

friday
got worken up super fucking early by danielle, but it was well worth it. i can’t wait to go out to minneapolis to visit her and juan. the best is like a week later they come out here to visit. that’s gonna be a week of my life i won’t remember due to raging. hahah. got an oil change in my car, worked on the lou’s site some more. got the fuckin dirty shirts delivered. m came down and we went with pdx to the zombie lounge. were only there for about and hour or 2 though. had to have an early night due to the fact i worked on saturday.

saturday
also known as my monday, i worked from 9-6. went home and took a nap to be rested for our show. set my alarm clock for 8:30 but jason called at 8 so i turned the alarm clock off. rather than get up and get ready i did the dreaded “i’ll just put my head down for a bit then get up.” i wake up, look at the clock and it says 9:30. “ohh fuck” is all i could say. i got ready in like 5 min and drove way too fast to the ken club. almost was late for the show. hahaha. the show fucking ruled and i found out why the guy from the tower thinks were an aryan band. that shit is funny.

sunday
work up at 8:30 when my alarm went off. i said to myself, “fuck. i don’t have to be to work till 12:30, why did i set my alarm for now?” so i went back to sleep. one of the gals from work called me at 9:50 to say she was not coming into work. i was like, “damn, that sucks. i’ll have to call jamie and let him know she’s not going to come in.” a minute later i was like, “wait, it’s fucking sunday not wednsday!!!” so i jumped up out of bed, brushed my teeth then hit the road. got to work 30 min late. today we only had 3 people working all day long which wasn’t too bad actuialy. it was a nice smooth day. came home, watched the sopranos and cleaned up my room a bit. nothing to exciting.

so yeah, that was my week. pretty boreing i know, but i figure when i’m old and can’t remember shit i can read my blog. hahaha.

last but not least, i got a promo of the new rob zombie album. it fucking rules. different that his others but in a good way. it’s in stores on the 28th so go buy it.

here is an interview/report that was done on me by Michelle

Higher Fidelity
“So they call you Greaser?” I asked. “What’s your real name?” There’s an automatic assumption that anyone working at a record shop is a starving musician and an elitist asshole that scoffs at everything you bring to the check-out counter. At Lou’s Records in Encinitas, there’s Greaser. “I’m not giving you my name. That would ruin the whole nickname. Haha. It’s actually Andrew James Snodgrass. Wicked.” Sitting across from me at a table outside of the Pannikin Coffee Shop is an exception to the prototypical non-conformist record shop employee. “We’ve been called a lot of things,” he explains as he takes a bite from his sandwich and talks about his band Thee Corsairs. Not Three Corsairs. Not These Corsairs. Dressed in all black with the name Andrew stitched into his jacket, Greaser is a hefty man of nearly six feet with slightly slicked-back brown hair and black sunglasses. His mustache around his mouth and chin frame his inviting smile. I tell him he reminds me of the bassist of the Hives. “honored except for the fact I’m not going bald,” he notes. There’s a charming humility about him that somehow matches the heavily tattooed man before me who’s not smoking or drinking whiskey, but eating a turkey sandwich and leaving the pickle. Greaser may look like a Harley-riding record shop vigilante with a band named after a kind of pirate and a mild obsession with skulls, but his friends say he has a “heart of gold.”

Growing up in Vista and vowing never to become a “boring and stale” Vista townie, Greaser moved around from dodgy ends of Oceanside to University Heights. He formed his band Thee Corsairs five years ago when he was twenty and unabashedly expresses his mother’s influence on his so-called anti-drug. “I wouldn’t so much say she completely influenced the music I listened to. She was very open minded. She was the type of mom that let you learn from your mistakes so I got to test out what I liked and didn’t. Know what I mean? I’m not saying I’m a music snob just that I got to fine tune what I listened too.” Music snob or not, with a mother who stole a leaf from McCartney’s tree and dined with George Harrison’s parents, Greaser was destined for a life of music.

“If I went to Norway, I’d have a place to sleep. It’s kinda scary because you don’t know these people but you’re sleeping at their house,” he says jokingly, explaining his friendship with the Norwegian band Turbonegro whom he started a fan-club for in San Diego. Greaser’s love for music and inherent friendliness have lead him toward meeting even more notable heroes of his. He boasts how he got his boss, Lou, to loan him money for a trip up to Seattle to see Pearl Jam. Luckily, he ran into Eddie Vedder later that night and got up the courage to talk to him. “I got a hug from him. It was awesome.” Greaser leaned back and a smirk spread across his face. “Hey everybody! Look! Eddie Vedder’s hugging me!” While Greaser’s friend Jason Walker claims, “If you want anything done in the San Diego music scene then Greaser is the man to talk to. He’s such a rock star,” Greaser still finds his road to being a rock star a bit more jagged and cumbersome than his appreciative friends let on. Then again, it’s not about being a rock star. “A lot of people get into music for the wrong reasons,” he says with disappointment. “We’re not in it for the money. If people enjoy it, awesome.” Greaser’s passion for music is quickly unfurled by his humble fervor. “That’s what I love about music. You can associate to a song that other people would understand why you do.”

Definitely placing importance on musicians being, well, not assholes in general, he recalls a time when trying to talk to the guitarist of Reigning Sound about his guitar but instead the guitarist just blew him off. “I’m not gonna be like ‘hey you played a good show’because you’re dick!” he says with a chuckle and jokes about anti-capitalism bands selling t-shirts for twenty five bucks a pop. His earnest attitude about what he does and what he loves exemplifies why his friends think so highly of him and why Jason Walker, a friend of several years muses “Greaser will do anything for his friends. He is really loyal. There’s not too many of those people left in this world.” Ignoring what others say, it is still easy to experience just how amiable and kind he really is. As he and I continue to chat about music and venues, a couple of British women sit down a table over. My face flushes and I grin from ear to ear. Greaser already knew about my British obsession after helping with CD’s a time or two before. This time he just looks at me, sits back, and laughs. I try to put my pen to the paper and continue writing about him when suddenly I stop, I look at him, and smile. “Can we just go to England?” I say, dead-serious that he and I wreak havoc on the United Kingdom together. “Sure! Let’s go.” he says coolly, shrugging as though I’d simply asked him to walk a block away with me. He looks away and says that he’s always wanted to go there. Later on that night when I received an e-mail from him he reminded, “Let’s plan England for next year. Give us time to save up so we can both enjoy everything we wanna do.” Greaser’s open-minded kindness seems to come over him and those around him in waves of callow endearment and an innocent zest for the simple joys of life. Not fame. Not money. Not drugs.

When you walk into Lou’s, you see Greaser standing behind counters. He is typing on computers. Placing CD’s. He looks like a customer with an eager stride and a Turbonegro jacket on. He is tattooed just like everyone else in there and secretly hoping nobody asks for recommendations. If you’re lucky, you may tell a joke that would get a bashful smile to creep across his face. If you’re probing enough, you’ll find out that he thinks the song “Cheer Up Charlie” from the original Willy Wonka is actually the worst song ever written. If you’re as fortunate as I was to meet the man I’d been handing money to for years, you’ll find out that he’s a child at heart with, surely, a big heart. “I Love Disneyland!” he says with a sparkle in his eyes that I can see even from behind the sunglasses. Greaser reveals his pure and innocent enjoyment for the happiest place on earth. “I’ve had people tell me “Yeah you should go on acid,” but I love Disneyland for the way it is. It makes me feel like a kid again. I’m not gonna go and get tripped out on the characters,” he assures as he and I get up together to walk back into Lou’s.

Jason Walker concludes, “I wish that the world were full of more people who have a heart like Greaser’s. He’s pretty much a party in a bottle!” I agree with Walker. When I think of Greaser, I don’t think of a guy with a mild pirate fetish and eyes painted like spiders for gigs. I don’t think of a stereotypical record shop employee. I don’t think of a music snob with a blunt in his hand. I think of the person I will most likely be going to Disneyland with. I think of the man who can’t wait to have his own kid so he can take him to the record shop.

rain is good. i like the rain. only thing that is better than rain is getting to cuddle up with someone and watch movies while it’s raining. either that or some chicken strips from hooters, some newcastle and some friends. needless to say, i’m not gonna be cuddleing up with anyone tonight, but going to hooters for dinner. after that we are either going to go see that dave chappelle block party movie or go to sycuan and make some money. maybe we’ll do both.

Th’ Legendary Shack Shakers show is next week. really looking forward to that show. I’m also looking forward to going in and recording with thee corsairs next month. it’s been a while since we had anything new recorded. now that we got a good head of steam it’s time to get this train a rollin.

i got party bus booked and everything is pretty much set for that. cims convention in minneapolis is all booked so i’ll be gone for a week in may. brothers bachelor party is set up and now it’s just the small details are getting nailed out. like i knew in january, this year is going to be a busy one. anyone wanna go along for the ride?

ohh, one more thing. i think it’s fucking funny as hell how many comments gals get on their profile from all these dudes, but then dudes only get comments from dudes as well. unless you’re aaron or randy van stone. then you get all the women leaving you comments. it’s kinda like suicide girls. all the girls get pages of comments. dudes are whipped even when not getting any. hahaha