I’ve been busy making music.
Woodshedding. It comes to me in my life like I’m with child. The symptoms can be horrifyingly similar and I have to find a way to “birth” my music. The process from itch to song is usually a few months. Now, I have brand new twins! They’re in my phone and on my FB page. I’m like one of those breastfeeding moms looking for attention. Had to post my mutant children of a different frequency ASAP. Go enjoy them. There is no better vibration than analog human music. Go get you some of that goodness.
Speaking of that, thanks to my real followers! Not one “like” but I go out and people know more about my life than me!
Speaking of going out,
Had the great pleasure to stumble on a Rockstar Reunion. Note: I was not counting myself as one of said rockstars, geez. I can’t drop names because (Jeff Doyle), I might not remember all of them (Randy), then people get mad (Batman), and start thinking I’m all stuck up (Wayne Cain), (Val), (Carol), (Maria), (Gerardo), (that tall guy playing pool), (Byron…)
…and you know how sensitive I am. Wouldn’t want anyone thinking that somehow the world would crumble if I thought I was stuck up. Because that just isn’t so.
I prefer the term “accomplished”.
Judas Priestex. The ones to watch.
That’s Carol on vocals.
Monster voice. Great stage presence! I had to shake her hand. She didn’t seem pleased. I didn’t care. Y’all know me. FYI: MOST TO ALL lead singers hate me. Most people in general hate me. Well, not guys. Well, until they try to cross me…digression.
They know the competition even when I’m off of the stage game for a minute. Recon…
So, yeah, I was an assistant Bouncer for a few while Batman took care of trouble in the parking lot. I was carding the honeys, bust in’ a few heads inside. Totally in my element, dude. People saw. PEOPLE SAW!
Hard at work, President Trump. Happy to be a cog in that wheel.
Speaking of being a slacker blogger…
I promise to work harder. Promise. Still need to tackle some projects on the Homefront that may keep me ocupado but I PROMISE to post more often.
Ms. Bliss will be at Boozehounds next Saturday. She needs no formal introduction.
But then, neither do I.